Chapter 1 - The dawn of what's to come

"Hey father, what does it mean to possess talent?"

A boy with very long black and red hair is seen sitting on a bench surrounded with various plants

[Verci Frosho, 6 years old]

"Verci, to possess talent means to shoulder responsibility, to be aware of the surroundings and the events that are currently on stir and to be the protector of everyone."

A man with black hair and glasses seemingly like a nerd is seen accompanying his son.

[Prale Frosho, 49 years old, Father of Verci Frosho]

"Waahhh! I'm excited to possess magic! I can't wait to do cool things with it."

"Perhaps... it's best not to have it."

"Why not?"

"Everything has a proportionate amount of evil and good, if magic brings good then it brings bad. Also, possessing magic doesn't mean you're unique, many people possess magic too, it's just that having magic distinguishes you from ordinary people who possess none."

"Is that so? It's alright, I still want magic!"

"You stubborn kid, make sure you don't tell your mom about what we talk today, she will get very angry, and you know when she's angry, she's scary!"

"Alright, I promise I won't tell."

"Good, now let's go, it's almost night time."

The two of them got up from the garden and went inside the house.

As the two of them enters, a lady donned in black dress and heavy jewelry is coming down the stairs and shouting at Prale.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU PRALE! WHY ARE OUR TREASURY HAS BEEN REDUCED!?"

Prale quickly sends Verci into his room and confronts the lady.

"Look, I took some money out our treasury and gave them to the peasants because of the rising famine on our neighboring countries, we could not afford to lose some of our people!"

"SOME!?! YOU ONLY TOOK 'SOME'?! YOU TOOK MORE THAN 1 MILLION GOLD ON THE TREASURY!"

"Please understand that I'm a lord and I need to be responsible for my people!"

"WHO EVEN CARES ABOUT THOSE PEASANTS!? IF YOU KNOW THAT FAMINE IS COMING, SHOULDN'T YOU HAVE SAVE THE MONEY FOR YOUR OWN FAMILY?!"

"We have plenty enough, Cecile! We are not lacking in food, water, money or whatsoever! Isn't it better to give them to the poor?"

"So... You want to treasure those peasants than your own family? Fine, suit yourself."

[Cecile Frosho, 45 years old, Mother of Verci Frosho]

As the two of them are arguing, Verci lay down on his bed.

"God, can you please let mother and father be at peace? Please, I want my mother and father to be happy!"

As Verci is praying, he fell asleep. Prale then enters his room.

"Boy, Verci, if I'm dead, please leave this damned family."

Prale then kisses Verci on his forehead and left his room.

7 years later...

Along the hallway of the Frosho's mansion, two maids are gossiping.

"Have you heard? Lord Prale is dead! I heard he was poisoned by his wife."

"Really? No wonder, Ma'am Cecile is an 8th rank sorcerer, she is one of the 20 people who have reached 8th rank. On the other hand, Lord Prale is only a 2nd rank swordsman, even an average 20 years old could have achieved that rank but he is now 56 years old and he barely reached the 2nd rank."

"Even if Ma'am Cecile poisoned Lord Prale, no one will oppose her because she is quite strong and have achieved an unbelievable rank. I wonder what will happen to the Frosho household now?"

"Who knows?"

"Ah! I forgot that Lord Prale has a son."

"Who?"

"I think his name was Verci."

"Verci? I haven't heard of that name before, are you sure he is a son of Lord Prale?"

"Of course, I barely remember but I saw him once when he was 6 years old. After that I never saw him once again. I wonder why?"

"He must be the eldest because all of his brothers and sisters are below 13 years old."

"It should be the case but I wonder why I never saw him for the past 7 years."

"Relax, don't stress about it, it's not our child nor our problem anyway, let's just do what we're told."

"Alright."

Below the mansion of the Frosho's household.

3 kids are seen kicking another kid on chains. The chained kid is very weak, thin, nothing but bones and almost lifeless.

"Heh! This useless f**k is nothing but a burden to our family! Why don't we kill him, Niel?"

[Rett Newter, 6th son of the Frosho household, 8 years old.]

{A boy with long black hair}

"F**k! Aren't we just beating him?! I want to personally torture him with the items back in my room, please give him to me, brother Neil."

[Bjen Newter, 5th son of the Frosho household, 9 years old.]

{A boy with short black hair}

"Patience, Rett and Bjen, shut your mouth or else I'll f***in rip it with my bare hands."

[Niel Frosho, 3rd son of the Frosho household, 11 years old.]

{A boy with silver long hair}

Niel looked at Rett and Bjen with a killing intent scaring both of them.

"Well, well, well, I both shut them up now, aren't I a great brother?"

"VERCI?"

Niel looked at Verci who is tied up with chains with a confident and a strong killing intent.

Verci couldn't utter a single word due to his severe injuries and blood loss.

"Verci... VERCI!! WHY DON'T YOU HAVE ANY TALENT AT ANYTHING?! YOU HAVEN'T INHERITED FATHER'S TALENT NOR MOTHER'S TALENT! WHY?!"

Neil shouted at Verci while constantly beating him with a hot metal rod.

Both Bjen and Rett retreated in fear of Niel.

"LOOK, VERCI! I AM A 2ND RANK SORCERER AT AN AGE OF 11 YEARS, I AM A GENIUS, A BEAST AMONG PREDATORS! BUT WHY?! WHY MUST YOU BE UNTALENTED?! YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER! YOU'RE A F***ING MONSTER!"

Niel barraged Verci with the metal rod. He hit him a hundred... thousand... millions of times before running out of stamina.

"YOU F***ING LUCKY BASTARD! IF I WERE TO USE MY MAGIC TO YOU, YOU WILL BE F***ING DEAD!"

Niel spits at Verci before leaving the prison.

After some time, Verci regained consciousness and started standing up.

Due to the heavy injuries and blood loss he suffered he can barely stand and his body and face is so bloody that he is barely recognizable.

"F-father... What have I done to suffer this kind of treatment? Please, I just want to die. I want to be with you father!"

Verci cried so hard that his tears could fill up a cup.

Verci then died and his body slammed to the cold hard ground.

The guards then saw his body and reported to the head immediately.

A man with purple hair and a expensive suit comes to the prison and checks upon Verci.

"This stink! What the hell happened now? Please tell me that kid is dead!"

[Restor Newter, New head of the Frosho family, 45 years old.]

Restor looked at Verci with disgust.

"Heh, this kid is thankful to be alive for the past few years because of his mother otherwise I would have immediately killed him. Guards! Dispose of this waste! I don't want my prison to stink!"

The guards then wrapped Verci's body on a bag and secretly throw him out on a nearby woods.

The two guards then chatter about Verci's fate.

"Man... I wouldn't imagine that the eldest of the Frosho household would die like this."

"Well, he is untalented and couldn't compare to his younger siblings."

"Well, who cares? Now that we've done our job, let's go now."

"Yeah, it's raining soon anyways."

After some time...

Verci opens his eyes, his eyes is glowing in purple and green.

Verci comes out of the bag with his wound healed and laughed maniacally.

"Ah... It seems the soft one has died! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"No matter, it's good to smell the fresh air again."