The mansion has been in a fierce state since Dorian officially became an Ascender. The parties never stopped for a week straight. Distant relatives have been congratulating Dorian to the point of annoyance.
Several highly known figures of power and rich merchants have attended these parties. Most of these powerful and rich people are Ascenders. Dorian's father is one of the select few normal people who have risen without being of Ascender themselves.
Being an Ascender grants countless opportunities, respect, power and invites 'luck', so it is inevitable that to rise in this world, one must become an Ascender. The more Dorian learns about the political and economic status of the human kingdom, the more he respects his father. Dorian's father, Flint Grey, had built an empire of merchant business without being an Ascender.
Even though Ascenders are quite rare, about a 10th of the population, but a 10th of the human population is still a large number. Even though Dorian had become an Ascender, he couldn't rest easy. In this world, having useful attributes and the talent to properly use these attributes determine the quality of an Ascender.
In the hall of the mansion.
"Congratulations, Flint's Son"
"The Walter family send regards, little lord"
'Ah, this is so frustrating. How many family are there, fuck their regards. A single day, I didn't mind. The second day, it was getting a little annoying. The third day, it was getting on my nerves. On the fourth day, I couldn't stand this shit anymore. Fuck all of these families, bitches.'
No matter how many celebrities, rich businessmen, or powerful families came, Dorian would not care. Even if the royal family comes, Dorian would not show any form of amazement.
What are these people? These are mostly Ascenders who have grasped an opportunity. Dorian's goals and ambitions were higher than these people.
Finally, after the entire day, it was over. Dorian had no more 'congratulations' he could hear.
"Son, I can understand your emotions, even though you draw a smile on your face. You must understand that these families and the rich merchants all provide reciprocal concessions."
"Yes, Father, I understand"
"Your father succeeded without being an Ascender. I hope that you will be able to rise higher."
Dorian nodded and afterwards, headed towards his room, calling it a night.
[Blaine....promise me...that you will nev-]
Dorian woke up from his sleep, his face was shaken. He was covered in sweat, breathing frantically.
'This again.....'
What was Dorian's ambition that was even beyond the entirety of the human race? A person in life can steer here and there, thinking that everything is 'under control', but the truth is, the big choices were already made for them a long time ago.
Dorian's resolve was already set in his previous life. This ambition stretched far beyond any human understanding and even far beyond a demon.
"I promise I'll fulfil my promise"
In the dining room.
"Your sister and mother will arrive soon. The virus-like goblins have been dealt with on the roads. These goblins would still exist no matter what. They follow the code of consume, multiply, and reproduce. The king's guards have cleared the roads"
'My mother and sister? I wonder what they are like.'
Dorian slurped the tea. The tea was served every single day, even before Dorian was born, but the tea never faded away. The Highlands tea's aroma was the routine for the rich in the kingdom. The butter and bread brought from the Eastern Sols sea were the best bread one could buy in the entire kingdom.
The rich eat to live, not to survive.
After finishing his breakfast, Dorian, along with the Grey's family butler, travelled on the wind-powered carriage. The destination was the private Ascender grounds for Ascenders, which Flint Grey, Dorian's father, had rented out for the entire month. Dorian has travelled there to use his attribute.
Dorian could test his attribute at the mansion itself, but it was not certain whether the mansion would blow up or not.
'It has been three weeks since I transmigrated, but I do not know the moustached butler's name, maybe I can ask'
"I wanted to ask you. What is your full name?"
"Young master, I have told you before, haven't I? You've known since you were a child"
"I want to hear your pronunciation better"
The butler had a surprised expression, but he still complied.
"My name is Domingo Dali."
'Domingo Dali. Mr Dali is from the southern plains, but his complexion and features are of the central valley.'
"We've arrived, Mr Dorian"
"TRAINING GROUNDS"
'Let's see if I can get my attributes today."
The training ground was huge. It was like an open field, a gravelled area with several dummies placed to test the attribute. Even though Dorian claims he has become an Ascender, he has not yet received any attributes.
All Dorian does is punch the dummies and do exercises. Mostly, it was just Dorian's way of running around in an athletic body, since in his first life before transmigrating, Dorian was a fat pig.
Dorian now trains like a mad dog. Though his body is very athletic, it wouldn't be enough for the entrance exam. The Canon Academy is the finest human academy that has ever been produced.
The Ascenders who have made a name for themselves in this world probably attended the Canon Academy. Joining the Canon Academy can promise immense wealth after graduation.
The Ascenders who have graduated from the Canon Academy have joined high government jobs, have become heroes, and their tales resound through the entire human continent. The Canon Academy are even known by the other races in the neighbouring continents. It may not even be a surprise that maybe all of the other continents know about the Academy.
The entrance exam is infamous. More than 99% of all Ascenders fail the entrance exam.
Though several people drool over the thought of being admitted to the Canon Academy, Dorian is different. It does not matter whether he joins the Academy or not; he'll still be satisfied with any other Academy.
Dorian does not need any academy to hone himself. Dorian would cut mountains and split the sea to achieve that promise. No one sharpens your knife better than yourself.
'Well, today's not the day I get my attribute'
He punched the last dummy. Dorian had sweat pouring like rain. He was gasping for air like a dog. His knuckles were red from the dummies; he's been punching all day long. It was a long day.
As Dorian picked up his last supplies and was about to exit the door, an indescribable feeling hit Dorian. This feeling was as though he had learned this when he was a child. When he walked, when he talked, this feeling was indescribable. It felt more natural than walking, more natural than blinking the eyes.
Dorian snapped his fingers. Just then, Dorian had switched places with the dummy. The dummy was now at the door while Dorian was inside the training grounds.
'WHAT?'