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BY NIKLUAS VERMONT
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"She unlocked her true name"
"She awakened at level zero."
Whispers flew throughout the hall as tension weighed heavy in the air. Candidates and guests alike wore expressions of unease. Even I- the writer of the novel- felt anxious, what were my eyes seeing, I really paid less attention to her true name and awakened level. What caught my attention instead, was "her five techniques." I never gave her five techniques, it was never part of the original timeline. If I didn't then, who did.
"What in the hell" I moaned, lost in my thoughts. Sometime later, Elowen majestically floated down, featherlight- she finally gained consciousness. "Are you alright, my lady?" the black man asked, concerned. After gazing at the awakening board for a while, she finally answered with a smile "I'm fine, thank you". She gallantly walked her way back to the seat, every candidate's eye locked on her- astonished and perplexed. And who could blame them? Deep down, even the prime minister- the third head of the "Five Noble Families"- felt the same way. She got to the seat and came up to me, "Think you could beat that, Jaeger" she said with a cunning smile on her face, "No, not in any way" I quickly retorted, knowing fully well that I couldn't. "Well, ok" she moaned, her voice laced with slight anger- almost as if she didn't like the response I gave her. She turned and went back to her seat.
After her, two other candidates were called, and coincidentally; they both awakened at level 5. It didn't really grasp my attention- or anyone else's. But, the name that followed after them did.
After being called, a boy- around seventeen-stepped forward, his eyes cold and dark, almost like the abyss I kept seeing in my dream. He had a slender yet chiseled frame, his long hair was neatly tied together. He walked calmly, without haste- this was the man, the one who was soon to be called the strongest being alive, his name - " Lord Vikir de Adrealic " son of the head of the five Noble Families, the king himself "Lord Hugo Richard de' Adrealic ". And like father like son, their presence alone demanded attention. I watched attentively as the boy went down. He calmly stepped on the pulpit and placed his hands on the orb.
Boom!
The entire hall plunged into total darkness. The only source of light was the orb, which was glowing faintly. For five minutes, the whole hall remained completely silent, then suddenly the lights came back. Vikir stood within a swirling mass of lights - black and red intertwining as they surrounded him simultaneously. Then, the status appeared
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Name : (Vikir de Adrealic)
True name: (The chosen)
Voidblood : 32%
Level 0. descended
Resonance: [Resonant]
Description:[You have aligned with the harmony of the cosmos. The stars recognize your echo, and their power answers your call. You are no longer merely chosen—you are Resonant, a living convergence of celestial will]
Divinity:
Description: ??????????
Techniques:
Starfall
Nova step
Gravity pulse
Radiant chain
Cosmic resonance
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My heart almost leapt out of my chest, what in the world was I seeing, the whole hall fell into chaos instantly. A monarch. He awakened as a monarch.
Vikir's POV
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I stood in a plane of light, swirls of radiance intertwining around - it was like reality itself shifted every time I looked. A cold chill carved down my bones, I couldn't move, I stood in awe beholding this light- until, from afar, darkness emerged. Almost simultaneously a gold shimmering screen appeared
[You've been recognized by the stars, you have been called has the chosen]
I gulped down my saliva, my pulse rasing, but the notification kept on coming.
[You soul will now under go rebirth]
"Rebirth..what did it mean?", instantly I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins - warm yet cold, it proceeded from my chest to arms and legs, from there to my feet and hands, seeping it's way to my toes and fingers and lastly my very soul, it was as though my body was undergoing a metamorphosis- no a rebirth. A barrage of memories came flying into my head- memories that were not mine, but somehow,I understood them. I slowly opened my eyelids. The screen appeared again
[You have been reborn as the "Monarch of the sky- lost Skywalker"]
[Aspirant do you accept this fate]
…I slowly inhaled and calmly said…." I accept"….
Swoosh!
I slowly opened up my eyes and I was back at the hall hovering above the pulpit.
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Vikir slowly floated down putting on a look that seemed reposeful. Even so, no one dared to ask him anything, so he walked slowly back to his seat. The hall went silent- as if void of people. As he passed by me I could see it- a grin stuck to his face. "Why was he so happy?", but I paid it little attention. I had more troubling thoughts in my mind and the first was "Monarch of sky" seeing the name alone sent chills down my spine. The Monarch of the sky- was an inevitable god that roamed the abyss, in the original timeline he was one of the 12 rulers, but now, Vikir- reborn as him was another topic entirely. I had less time to ponder on my thoughts because the next candidate was…
"Fifth candidate, Jaeger Snyder"
( Turn the page, and find out what I'll awaken has)