(Nex's POV)
I scanned the room quickly, looking for anything that could serve as a weapon. If this body was truly loaded, if it was meant to survive in a world like this, then surely someone had left me something built for a purpose.
The table caught my eye. Moonlight shimmered off its polished surface, and there it was—a katana, resting like it had been waiting for me. The hilt was obsidian black, cool and smooth, and the scabbard reflected the night sky, each faint glimmer like a story trapped within it. It almost seemed alive, commanding the space around it.
I didn't hesitate. I slid it into my spatial pocket, feeling the familiar weight settle even though it wasn't physically in my hands. Then I noticed a pad sitting beside it. I touched the screen—and it lit up immediately.
User identified!
Twenty-two missed calls from big sis.
One unchecked message.
I tapped the notification with a flick of my finger.
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From: Sis
Why the hell are you not picking up your phone, brat? Did you forget your admission test at N.E.X.U.S.? It starts in 10 days. I'll be waiting at the entrance ceremony after you pass. Make sure you don't fail—or else your sister will show you lots of love.
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I froze. My body shuddered for a second.
Wasn't I supposed to be the sole inheritor of my parents' wealth? Of course. But… this made me smile faintly. At least there was someone still nagging me in this world, someone to anchor me.
I shoved the pad into my utility bag. Time to move.
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The streets outside glowed under neon lights, skyscrapers towering overhead like titans of glass and steel. For a second, I just stared, breathing it all in. This city… it was alive. Modern. Electric. Dangerous, yes, but stunning in its way.
I made my way to the subway, each step echoing faintly against the obsidian tiles. Mana veins pulsed underfoot, subtle but alive—like the heartbeat of the city itself.
The train waited, sleek as a blade, alloyed steel etched with faint runes glowing pale blue. It floated slightly above the tracks, anchored by currents I couldn't see.
I hesitated. "Just… step in," I muttered to myself, adjusting the strap of my utility bag.
Inside, the carriage was silent. No clatter, no engines, nothing. Just soft azure light from runes along the walls. The train didn't move—it seemed to flow through the world, bending space around it.
I took a seat by the window. The door sealed with a soft sigh behind me. Then, with a subtle pulse, the train surged forward.
The city blurred outside, streaks of neon and shadow, twisting and stretching like wet paint. My chest pressed against some invisible current. This wasn't speed. This was folding reality.
"Mana stream stable," a soft, mechanical voice announced.
I glanced at my hand. A faint shimmer of aura pulsed in response, like my own energy syncing with the train. Reluctant, curious. Alive.
Around me, passengers behaved as if nothing was unusual. A student slept, a mage flipped through a rune slate. But I couldn't relax. Not yet.
Because this wasn't just travel. This was a reminder: the world was far bigger than I imagined, faster than I'd ever known, and utterly indifferent.
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The doors opened. Fresh air hit me, sharp and cool.
"Please scan your aether pad on the scanner," a cold mechanical voice instructed.
Dumbstruck, I followed the motion. Just like that, the pad authorized me, no pins, no passwords.
"Please have a comfortable journey ahead, dear customer."
Yeah. Comfortable. Right.
I moved toward the edge of the Vulkren city, making a beeline for Feyrath Mount, tallest in the area. According to the text I'd read before, the secret path to the heart of the mountain required a sigil—something hidden, something subtle. In there the novel mentioned a item which could alter ones potential unlimitedly it truly was an overpowered item
On my way i met with no association guards and bless my luck i quitely slipped into the deeper parts of the forest.
I searched along the rockface, tracing lines, scanning for faint glyphs. The air shifted around me. A low rumble vibrated through the ground beneath my boots.
And then—suddenly—I vanished.