Chapter 1: Dawn of a Devilish Adventures

The final notes of my mother's whimsical song from last night lingered in the air, a last serenade to the dawn of a new day in the Underworld. The Valac residence, bathed in the surreal glow of dawn, became a stage for the day's Adventure.

Descending to the lively kitchen, I was greeted not only by the intoxicating aroma of a hellishly good breakfast but also by the mischievous twinkle in Clara's eyes. The Valac family, each member exuberant in their own way, we gathered around the table as our mother hummed the remnants of her song, as she served a feast fit for Royalty.

The growing need for adventure danced on the edge of my thoughts as I imagine how this wonderful day would unfold with each delectable bite. While the family chatter and laughter filled the air, my mind churned with thoughts of testing the limits of our unique abilities.

The Valac bloodline summon holds so much untapped potential. Clara's a magical prodigy born with mana capacity of a high-class devil, Kale's boundless energy, and Konchie's ingenuity — each family member possessed a unique trait waiting to be explored.

As I savored the flavors of our hellish breakfast, I began to form a plan in my mind. Today, it seemed, was destined to be a day of discovery and mischief in equal measure.'

As the Valac family savored the remnants of our hellishly good breakfast, a shared sense of anticipation lingered in the air. The echoes of laughter and familial banter created a warm symphony that accompanied us as Clara's eyes sparkled with mischief.

A silent understanding passed between us, and with a mischievous wink, she gestured for me to follow her. We slipped away from the lively Valac residence, leaving the comforting aroma of the breakfast feast behind.

In the secluded corridors of the Underworld, Clara led me with swift and silent grace. The vibrant energy of our shared home gradually faded as we navigated the twists and turns of the purple-hued forest.

Soon, we took flight, soaring through the mystical foliage, the echoes of our family's joy replaced by the hum of the Underworld's magic. The Valac Twins' secret playground awaited, hidden in the heart of this isolated realm.

Emerging into a small clearing, I marveled at the serene beauty that unfolded before us. I lived my last last life as an orphan trapped in a concrete jungle so the low flat plane, bathed in the gentle glow of the surrounding purple forest seemed so ethereal. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy instead of smog. 

Seated on the edge of a realm isolated from society, Clara and I found ourselves alone in this tranquil haven. But the serenity was short-lived, for mischief sparkled in my eyes. With a sly grin, I proposed a game to Clara, a clever guise for the training that loomed ahead.

The hideout will become a secret Valac training ground, with its ethereal ambiance and secluded nature it will become a canvas for our amusement.

After hours of training in the secluded magical clearing, I found myself gaining a deeper understanding of my family's bloodline magic, Summon. This magic is called allows him to perfectly recreate or summon any item, object, or person he has seen personally with his own eyes and pull it out of a imaginary space through any bag or space meant to store objects.

Inanimate objects are replicated, and people or creatures are summoned. The size and weight of what I pull out does not matter. The power to recreate or summon any item, object, or person I had encountered presented endless possibilities. However, the nuances of managing demonic energy became increasingly apparent.

I discovered that replicating items without mana or those with low mana, like snacks, required insignificant amounts of my demonic energy. The Valac family's penchant for replicating food was not just a tradition but a practical application of our bloodline ability's efficiency. The more familiar I was with an item, the less demonic energy it consumed, allowing me to replicate it effortlessly.

In contrast, items with higher mana content, such as rare ores or enchanted artifacts, demanded a more substantial investment of my demonic energy. This realization made me appreciate the delicate balance between the usefulness of Summon and the resourcefulness required to wield it effectively.

An intriguing aspect surfaced during the training—objects stored in a bag or compartment required no demonic energy to summon, making the process seamless and efficient. The magical realms accessible through these spaces seemed to alleviate the energy cost, creating a streamlined conduit for Summon.

On the other hand, attempting to summon something without the aid of a bag or compartment came at a significantly higher mana cost, a challenge I would need to master.

As the day unfolded, and the magical clearing bore witness to my exploration of Summon, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricacies of my newfound abilities. The Valac family's bloodline, with its potential for both practicality and Flexibility, had bestowed upon me a power that held the keys to creativity and resourcefulness.

The purple forest whispered its approval as I delved deeper into the art of Summon, each replication becoming a testament to my growing mastery over demonic energy.

As our playing / training paused for a moment, light-hearted banter unfolded between Clara and me as we took a moment to catch our breath. Perched on the edge of the magical clearing.

Clara turned to me with a teasing smirk. her eyes filled with a magic glow that gave her eyes a toxic green hue, "You know, Vaseir, sometimes I wonder if your magical capacity is just as small as that tiny bag of tricks you always carry."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Small? Clara, my magical capacity is perfectly fine, thank you very much. It's just... efficient. Like a compact and powerful explosion."

She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Efficient, huh? More like the magic capacity of a mischievous Imp, not a devil."

I playfully pouted, "Well, I'd rather be a mischievous imp than an overblown magical Gremlin. Quality over quantity, my dear sister."

Clara, unaware of the unintentional damage her brutal honesty inflicted, continued with a good-natured grin, "Oh, I'm sure the magical realm trembles at the thought of your 'quality' magic."

Unable to resist the opportunity for a dramatic comeback, I leaned in with a theatrical whisper, "Clara, my dear sister, I'll have you know that my magic is so potent, even Gods fear being broken when they challenge it."

She burst into laughter, "You're too much, Vaseir."

In a moment of whimsy, inspired by Clara's laughter and my own theatricality, I declared, "I'll tell you what, Clara. If my magic is as 'small' as you claim, I shouldn't be able to eat an entire jar of the spiciest demon peppers in the Underworld without flinching."

Clara's eyes widened in surprise, "You're on, Vas. But if you can't handle it, you have to do anything I say for a week."

"And if I win you have to do whatever I say for a week."

And so, the absurd and dangerous bet was made, leaving me with a mischievous grin and a plan to turn the tables. I laugh without a care enjoying my second childhood As me and my new sister fly through the sky on a beautifully hellish night.