Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation
At the far north of the Atherno Continent, in an unknown village, Kyrian was born as a mere mortal. Weak, insignificant, and destined for oblivion.
But he was anything but ordinary. Upon opening his eyes for the first time, they revealed an absolute white eyes without pupils or irises… and with them, an inexplicable innate talent.
The ability to see what no one else could.
His eyes didn’t just see the particles of spiritual energy, they could steal them. And more than that.
Whether intentions, laws, concepts… everything before his vision could be taken by his eyes.
When he stole his first Sword Intention, his eyes awakened to the path of the blade. Upon taking the Intention of Ice, another ocular pair was born.
With every new stolen intention, his eyes changed, and new ones appeared.
Kyrian does not hide them from the world, no, heeding his mother’s last wishes. He uses his gift without fear, with only one goal.
To become strong by any means.
(This is my first story, so don't expect anything mind-boggling. I just write what I think would be interesting and easy to read. English isn't my first language, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them. Otherwise, enjoy your reading)
