In a world gripped by injustice, Ronan was just an ordinary man on Earth who refused to stand idly by. When he discovered a band of ruthless slavers preying on the innocent, he charged into the fray, sword in hand, freeing the captives at the cost of his own life. 

As his vision faded in the mud and rain, he whispered his final regrets—not for dying, but for the battles left unfought.

But death was not the end. In the void beyond, Ronan's long-lost mother appeared, her voice a beacon of sorrow and pride. Revealing his greater destiny, she granted him a second chance: reincarnation into a fantastical realm as the youngest son of the powerful Blackwood noble family. 

Armed with a mysterious system that quantifies his growth and unlocks hidden potentials, Ronan awakens in a world of magic, bloodlines, and endless trials.

From his first breath, he's thrust into rituals that forge his infant body into something extraordinary—a pool of rare herbs and elixirs designed to awaken latent powers. 

But with his cheat-like system amplifying every gain, Ronan isn't just surviving—he's hacking the game. As the energy surges through him, notifications flood his mind, turning a simple dip into an overpowered grind:


"What's this fancy herb soup for a newborn like me?" 

Ronan thinks, his reincarnated mind smirking through the haze. 

"Eh, whatever—time to suck it dry and crank my potential up by a thousand percent! Who knew baby baths came with god-mode upgrades?"

[Stamina +1]

[Strength +1]

[Muscle Strength +1]

[Energy +1]

[Mana +1]

[Constitution +1]

[Potential Rank: B → A]

Hello dear readers, legendary beings of patience and questionable taste in novels (you chose mine, I love you 💝). 


We have officially crossed 10 chapters.


Double digits. I know, unbelievable. At this rate, we might actually finish this novel before the sun burns out. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not, but let's dream big.


Now I already know what you are thinking:


> "Author, why are the chapters arriving like a royal messenger who stopped to nap, snack, doubt their life, then nap again?"


I'm not out partying, having fun or even getting out of my room. I'm not scrolling reels. I'm not chilling with friends.


Life said, "You get plot ideas and caffeine dependency, bur you are not getting any social connections."


My brain is a half-fried egg floating in a sea of caffeine and regret. I have consumed enough coffee to achieve temporary godhood and yet here I am, typing like a gremlin trying to achieve enlightenment through keyboard smashing.


Brother, I am out here tempering my soul, body, will, spine, sanity, dreams, and sleep schedule all at once.


→ "No no, reveal the mother's secret first"


→ "Wait, introduce a villain so powerful they       break the economy of this world"


→ "Oh look, new plot twist… don't write it down, just try to remember like a dumb warrior with no divine sense"


"Shut up brain, I am still trying to remember the world's geography."


It is currently written like ancient runes on crumpled sticky notes lost in the void dimension.


I know some of you whisper prayers hoping for an update like you're praying for rain during drought season.


Sleep? Ha. Sleep is a myth. A legend whispered by mortals who do not write fantasy.


I am literally writing this story while:


* Powered by instant noodles and determination


* Wondering if I should just transmigrate into my own world because this one is too hard


Because someone out there is waiting for Ronan to break fate like it owes him money.


Thank you for surviving my upload schedule.


Thank you for not sending assassins after me… yet.


Into the abyss of creativity and bad decisions.


Chapter 11 - Official Notice