I was born into a noble family, the Haimer family, to be exact.
Our family has always been renowned among the nobility of Trier for being favored by the Eternal Blazing Sun, but I don't like it. My eldest brother became a pastor, and my second brother became a military general. Both of my elder brothers are more capable and insightful than me, but neither of them can inherit the peerage.
My eldest brother is a devout follower of the Eternal Blazing Sun. Ever since he became a pastor, he resolved to serve the deity forever and no longer participate in family affairs. This move caught Father off guard, perhaps because Father truly enjoyed spreading the doctrines of the Eternal Blazing Sun?
If the eldest brother couldn't do it, then it was up to the second brother.
However, I didn't expect that ever since my second brother became a military general, he had always wanted us to switch allegiance to the declining Soren Family. He even said that although the Soren Family was in decline now, Rosell wouldn't be arrogant for long and would soon be defeated by the Sauron Family. At that time, we would become an even more powerful noble family.
Although I didn't know why my second brother said that, I wasn't very confident in his words. After all, they were defeated when they were strong, leading to a reversal of power. How could it change now?
And Father obviously held the same view. For the sake of the family, how could he possibly commit the entire family's resources to support a failed ruler? However, Father then approached me.
Clearly, Father was very pleased and satisfied this time, feeling that he had already taught two sons, and all the mistakes that could be made had been made. Teaching a suitable noble heir would be easy, wouldn't it?
My hard times began. Every day, I had to read those long, tedious books on heraldry and continental history, as well as various cursed languages and philosophical texts. For a moment, I wanted to slaughter all the people who wrote those books, but unfortunately, I couldn't. Some people had been dead for many years, and some were indeed still alive, but I couldn't reach them, at least not with a knife to kill them.
However, I still had hope. According to Father's secret notes, I knew of the existence of Beyonders, and I also learned that there was a potion formula in the family, whose authenticity was unknown, but it was said that the potion brewed from it could make one a Beyonder.
I didn't believe it, but when I heard from my friends that their families also had such rumors, I started to believe it. Anyway, believing doesn't cost money, so I might as well believe a little.
At "Saiji Father's Tavern," I saw a true Extraordinary Bazaar and Extraordinary Gathering for the first time. Silent people always find what they are looking for, just as Father said. I went there every day to stake out, and finally, I learned that Beyonder abilities come from potions, and formulas are incredibly difficult to obtain.
I saw people asking the boss for help with appraisal. Although I didn't know if it was real, I estimated it was quite accurate. At least, I saw one person who appeared several times after requesting a judgment. Hmm, never mind, I'll go up and try too.
After looking at the formula for a few glances, the masked man didn't answer with the same certainty and decisiveness as before. Instead, he pulled out a golden ring. Only after a dazzling golden light emanated from it did I finally confirm that Beyonder abilities truly exist, or rather, there are indeed people who can use Magician-like techniques without tools.
"It's real." I heard the masked man next to me say. Thank goodness, I had the good fortune to become a Beyonder. Haha, this is so cool.
Collecting materials was not difficult. I bought some at the Gathering and some at the Bazaar. Unfortunately, the Bazaar here didn't have a genuine product guarantee mechanism. In the end, after something went wrong with me, I couldn't even find a place to complain.
However, the famous saying is also true: perhaps bad things are also good things. Although I don't know what the hell that cursed thing mixed into the Beyonder materials I bought, the only thing I knew was that when I took the potion, I immediately felt that I was not far from death.
It was in my room. I watched as the light from the ceiling dimmed in my wide-open eyes. I breathed deeply, and a sound unlike nails scratching glass, but even more terrifying, filled my ears. What was that sound? Where was I?
Undoubtedly, that was the closest I had ever been to death. However, I heard a man softly whispering in my ear, and a pair of gentle hands gripped my shoulders. This was the only thing I could truly feel the warmth of at that moment. These hands were like a Sun, like a beacon, like... hope.
"Calm your mind, rein in your spirituality, and follow my voice to gradually conceive of something." The owner of those hands seemed like a deity. I could sense the meaning of meditation from his guidance.
I survived.
Opening my eyes, I saw a handsome man. Although the people I usually saw were not ugly, only this man became the most dashing person in my heart. He was tall, with a pair of blue eyes as vast as the sea, a high nose bridge, a handsome beard, and thin lips. Of course, his chestnut, slightly curly long hair was also striking.
"Awake?" His voice just now was like a stern father, but now it was like a cynical young master.
"Yes, thank you for saving my life." I expressed my sincere gratitude with respect, but I didn't expect him to just nod, as if nothing had happened, and prepare to leave.
"Please wait, who are you? How can I repay you?" My manners told me that I must repay this life-saving kindness.
"Hahaha, don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend, hmm," The savior's thoughts were indeed different from ordinary people. He clearly looked like he was my father's age, but he was still so, uh, young, very rare, very rare, "Just call me Ultraman."
Ultraman, what is that? A name? There's no such name, is there? Then is it a surname? No, that's not right. Is it a nickname? What exactly is it? I don't know, I only know that in a blink of an eye, he disappeared.
However, I still had a chance to get to know my savior. It was at a noble banquet that I recognized my savior, Rosell Gustav. I asked him to give me an opportunity to repay him, and he agreed. Then I appeared in the CIA.
For several years, I only performed monotonous tasks and then was promoted to Archaeologist. Finally, I saw Mr. Rosell for the third time. He gave me a task: to monitor a Lenburg Scholar named Erich Sabbach.
While performing the task, I received another task to monitor and protect Karl Green. Green? Green, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? I actually had the good fortune to befriend the descendant of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
At the same time, the Demoness Sect also had unusual movements. They actually extended their reach to Trier, preparing to act against the family members of Benjamin Abraham, another of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. However, I could also contribute a small effort. I had read the material, and my childhood friend, Fulen, whose family underwent a great change in his youth, was also among the Abraham. Perhaps I could truly share Mr. Rosell's worries.
As time passed, something big was about to happen. After I reported it, Mr. Rosell also took it very seriously. He didn't give up on anyone. I followed the right person, walking on the right path.
Today is the day the big event happens. I look at Erich and Karl beside me, worrying about whether I and they will be safe and sound. And, I cast my gaze in another direction, Fulen, you can only rely on yourself. I hope you will be okay, my friend.