"Let's analyze the system," Lucien muttered, leaning back against the velvet headboard. His emerald eyes flickered as threads of blue light formed before him, pulsing with a quiet rhythm .
[Status Window Opened.]
[HOST: LUCIEN VALECREST]
Race: Human (Architect-Blooded Variant)
Rank: Adept (Low-tier)
Age: 18
Strength: 20
Agility: 15
Intelligence: 100
Mana: 30
Aura: 15
Overall Evaluation: D — Weak but has potential for growth.
Talent Grade: SS (white)
Bloodline: Architect Lineage — Fragmented Core Detected
Architect ranking: Tier 1
Architect Skills:
Time genuis (unlocked)
Description: Allows host to analyze subtle mana , aura and fighting techniques in a given period of time .
Sub skills :
Copy : Any techniques the host sees can be analyzed and copy
Merge: if host combines different techniques into one , host makes an ultimate technique.
[ Note the other architect Skills would be added if hosts grows stronger]
System Points: 100
Quest: No quest given for now.
Lucien stared at the glowing text, the golden chandelier's light brushing against his white hair a faint halo that mocked his hollow gaze.
A D-rank evaluation.
He almost laughed. "So much for being reborn with potential."
Dragging a finger across the translucent display, he scrolled lazily. "Strength, pitiful. Mana, limited. Aura ... barely there. At least the brain made it across."
The system emitted a low hum, impersonal yet faintly reactive, as though it resented his tone.
[Host is advised to utilize System Points to unlock auxiliary functions.]
[Recommendation: Spend 50 Points to purchase "World Knowledge Module."]
Lucien tilted his head, unimpressed. "Fifty points for information? Robbery with a smile."
But he knew better than to wander blind in an alien world. With a quiet sigh, he gave in. "Fine. Execute purchase."
[Confirmed. Deducting 50 System Points.]
[Uploading planetary data…]
The world tilted. A rush of light invaded his mind endless streams of memory, maps, faces, languages, bloodlines, and war. He grit his teeth through the pain until, at last, the torrent slowed.
When the light faded, clarity took its place.
.....
This was Elandris — a realm balanced precariously on five great dominions, each ruled by a race that embodied a fragment of creation's will. All races use mana but have a specific power they are known for.
The Suncoast Domain, home of humankind, wielded Aura, the energy of will and purpose. Their kingdoms rose with ambition and burned with pride.
The Aelthra Dominion, where the Elves dwelled, bathed in Aether — the purest form of mana, drawn from the Tree of Memory that recorded the ages. Elegant, cold, and prideful, they guarded knowledge even the gods once feared.
The Valdrak Imperium, domain of the Dragonkin, thrived on Will — a force of domination and instinct. Their strength forged empires, their honor crushed nations.
To the west lay the Eireriveil Isles, the sanctuary of Spirits. They were beings born of Essence, tethered to nature and emotion. Their serenity hid terrifying depth — rage, sorrow, and devotion shaped their power.
And far beyond the light, crawling through the ashes of what the world forgot, were the Shadowborn — beings cursed to wield Dark Magic, remnants of divine guardians twisted by betrayal. They could warp reality itself, and the four races had long united to destroy them. The leader of the Shadows declared war , claiming they owned the land and wanted o have it all to themselves. Due to their unique powers The races have been having a hard time against them .The war had never truly ended; it only changed masks.
Lucien drew in a slow breath as the final layer unfolded — the map of the Suncoast Domain.
At its heart stood the Royal House of Ardenthal, rulers by divine decree, said to have been blessed with the Sun's Aura — radiant, commanding, and pure. Their crest bore a blazing crown.
Beneath them stood three noble houses — pillars of human power.
House Valecrest, guardians of intellect and secrecy, they wield the aura of darkness. Different from the other houses and what makes them feared . They hold conduct above all. They are perfectionists and do not tolerate nonsense.
House Dorneveil, knights of the golden horizon, wielders of unshakable loyalty and unmatched Aura combat techniques. They wield aura of fire.
And House Maelora, scholars of medicine and law, healers who whispered in politics more than prayer. They posses a healing aura .
The Valecrests were known for producing geniuses — and monsters. Every heir trained under suffocating expectation, sculpted to embody perfection.
And this new body, this Lucien Valecrest, had been neither. Weak. Timid. Forgotten.
Lucien's lips curved faintly. "Perfect camouflage."
[World Knowledge Module Installed.]
A new interface unfurled, glowing softly like a heartbeat.
He exhaled, low and even, mana flickering faintly beneath his skin like smoke seeking air. "So this is the new stage…"
The room was opulent — polished gold, carved pillars, mana-infused lamps that glowed like captive suns. But to him, it was nothing but a gilded cage.
"Elandris," he whispered, the name tasting strange on his tongue. "Let's see what kind of nightmare you've built."
Lucien smiled calm, deliberate, dangerous.
"Time to start rewriting the world."