The child flinched at my shout and
backed away.
"Sir… are you not from the kingdom?"
"Since you're wearing such… outlandish
clothes, I thought you were a noble from a distant land…"
…Little did the kid know, I'm just as
poor as he is.
"Sorry, kid. I'm just as broke as you
right now."
His face instantly soured.
"Hmph. I wasted my time on a damn
weirdo in clean clothes… what a waste."
He muttered it like I couldn't hear.
My jaw clenched. As I held my tongue
Stupid brat in this world clothes like
mine are worth a forturne. If I wanted to I can buy his whole family, he better
thank god Im not bastard enough to be a slave merchant.
"Watch your mouth, you damn brat!" I
shouted after him.
He spun, middle finger raised like a
battle flag.
"Blehh! Fucking clown!" he yelled,
then bolted down the street.
…I hate kids.
I sighed and finally turned my
attention to my surroundings.
People — nobles and peasants alike —
stared at me with that special kind of judgment only humans can conjure.
My clothes were probably part of it,
but I had a strong feeling it was because I just got into a shouting match with
a child.
All around me stood a strange harmony
of buildings — two-story taverns buzzing with adventurers, elegant houses lined
with gold-trimmed gates, merchants barking out deals.
And there I stood, right in the heart
of the capital.
At the base of a marble statue of King
Valerie the First.
I'd never seen it in photos,
obviously. But the way it was described in The Silent Oath?
Spot on.
Which could only mean one thing:
I'm not just in the series —
I'm standing at the very beginning of
Volume One.
Because-
A boulder suddenly struck the head of
the statue making shards of stone fly towards every direction,
The dust from the destruction exploded
upon impact, kicking up into the air like cannon. Making me cough a little as I waved away the dust.
There we go, now that guy should be
coming out.
At the very beginning of Volume One,
the story starts with an invasion of the Kingdom of Arcelous.
Magic specialists rain hell onto
civilians — fireballs, gusts, lightning, even solid stone. That boulder from
earlier? Just a small taste of what this world's power system looks like.
Here, everyone is born with a unique
ability.
Earth manipulation. Fire breath.
Healing blood. Even shadow cloning.
Every single person has something.
…Except, apparently, me.
Not yet, anyway.
But that's fine. In this world,
potential can be trained.
Even those without power can forge
their own — through willpower, technique, or sheer desperation.
Still, The Silent Oath never made it
sound easy.
Some characters spent years hitting a
wall, only to realize:
Their potential just wasn't enough.Their potential just wasn't enough.
I looked toward the city gates.
The front gate had collapsed, and
invaders poured in like ants.
Civilians ran screaming, panic turning
the streets into a stampede.
But I stood still
The soldiers wont reach this square.
Not with him herewon't reach this square.
Not with him here.
"What an intimidating crowd," I
muttered under my breath.
The sky above was bright, painfully blinding perfect cover for a strike from above.
Footsteps thundered in the distance —
hooves on cobblestone, armor clanking like iron drums.
They were closing in fast.
But I didn't need to worry.
He's here.The protagonist had arrived.
"Y'all better take cover," I said, to
no one in particular.
"Today, it's going to rain blood
instead of water."
A thunderous roar erupted right
infront of me, once again dust exploded into the air eith the crackle of a
thunder.
As the dust settled in I could see a
figure.
"…You're exactly what I saw in the
gateaway." I muttered to myself. With excitement rushing through my body
He was tall around 6'4 a body so built
you could say he's the embodiment of a greek gos physique. Black wavy hair that
reached his eyes. Pure pitch black eyes even light couldn't penetrate, work out grey scarf with a clothing befitting
of a noble general.
My life long companion Yoo Sangeon.
At the mere sight of his presence the enemy
froze in fear, Sangeon isn't exactly known right now. But he has a sccret he couldn't
even reveal to his wife. And I know it.
In one brutal slash the enemy on the right
wing had lost their lives.
The rest fell out of formation,
running away in fear, you could almost smell it. The absolute certainty of a
win he whois the variable of gods. Yoo Sangeon.
From them on it trult rained blood in
the centre of the town. No one could fight back.They didn't even bother to
everyone fled after dropping their weapons. But of course he didn't care.
Hunting the invaders to the last person he killed everyone.
A scream after scream a hopless
beggingof lives… they were all silenced by his unforgiving blade.
There is no point in bringing soldiers
to deal with invaders when he is in town….
Wait.., im not dressed in the traditional
attire of Arcelous…
…shit.
I can already feel his eyes burning a
hole through my chest as his bloodied figure approached me.
Fuckkkkk he's not jn the right mind
right now… like her ever is anyways and there is no point in running either… I cant
outrun this… this obstacle of gods.
And I was right just in a blink of an
eye. He was towering over my body as if deciding to report me to the king or to
kill me right here and now…
My body instantly started sweating
budkets in cold as I stared at him and smiled nervously.
…how can I talk my way out of this?