In the little heart of Diland Everret, a fiery flame of pride and ambition blazed.
At just 1.4 years old, he already felt the weight of his ancestors' greatness, especially Ivar Everret, the founding figure of the Everret lineage.
"I might be a kiddo, but don't underestimate me. As the heir of the Everret clan and a descendant of the Duke of Livia, I've got big shoes to fill from day one. I won't back down from any challenge. Heck, why would I? Nothing in my past life could knock me down," he mused.
Legend has it his forebears battled demons to establish the Worind Empire alongside their buddy, Alex Worind.
From his esteemed lineage, Diland drew courage and wisdom, ready to take on whatever life threw his way.
But Diland wasn't your average toddler. He felt the call of nobility and the weight of responsibility as the Duke of Everret's heir.
With a fiery pride, reminiscent of his past life as an unrivaled genius, he proudly waved the family flag, ready to conquer the intricate world around him.
"Who am I? Diland Everret, heir to legendary knights and powerful sorcerers. My past isn't a burden; it's a stepping stone to greatness."
To him, the Worind Empire was more than a kingdom; it was his stage to showcase his unbeatable greatness.
"The Worind Empire is my playground, where I'll shine and honor my family's legacy. Anyone trying to stop me will regret it. With my ancestors' strength and my knack for learning, I'll bulldoze any obstacle."
Each step Diland took, each breath he drew, screamed determination and greatness.
"I'm here to dominate, to lead, and to conquer. No more playing small. It's time to make a mark," he declared.
And behind those innocent eyes lay courage and determination, ready to face any challenge with gusto.
"I won't squander my genius this time," he laughed, raising his tiny hands to the sky, nestled in his mother's arms.
"Uh-oh, looks like the servant was right! My kid's got possessed! Honey! Honey! Where's the nearest priest?!"
For goodness sake