One day, on a planet the size of Neptune called Stellaris, on a continent larger than all the landmasses on Earth combined, inside a small, weak kingdom…
The world decided to do something dramatic.
A magnificent phenomenon erupted above the territory of a minor noble family the Ainsworths, mere seconds after their firstborn child entered this vast, dangerous world.
An aurora unlike anything recorded on any planet, plane, or realm shimmered across the heavens above the Ainsworth House,painting the skies with colors that had no business existing, as if someone spilled creation paint across the atmosphere.
Stretching across the sky were swirling nebulae,
spiraling galaxies,
clusters of shimmering stardust,
drifting strips of cosmic light,
faint, void-black gaps shaped like star fields,
glowing colors impossible to describe.
Inside the Ainsworth manor, chaos and confusion mixed with the scent of fresh linens and newborn cries.
Midwives stared out the window, jaws hanging.
"That's… definitely not normal," one whispered.
"Not normal?" another snapped, pointing wildly. "The sky looks like it's having a magical breakdown!"
"Thirty-three babies I've delivered," the oldest midwife muttered. "None of them caused the heavens to do… that."
Meanwhile, Baron Elias Ainsworth held his newborn son as if the boy were a fragile mana stone that might explode if tilted wrong.
He looked at the window, swallowed, and asked the most honest question of the night:
"…Is this good or bad?"
Seraphina, exhausted but sharp as ever, lifted her head. "If it was bad, darling, we would already be dead."
Elias nodded instantly. "Right. Yes. That makes sense."
One midwife mouthed silently: That absolutely does NOT make sense.
Outside the manor, villagers gathered beneath the celestial storm. Some gasped. Some prayed. One old man insisted it was Judgment Day and attempted to dive into a well "to get a head start on the afterlife."
Inside, the baby's eyes flickered open.
A faint, warm glow shimmered behind his irises.
A maid dropped her towel. "D-did his eyes just… shine?"
Elias stared at his son. "I don't think babies are supposed to glow on day one."
Seraphina sighed. "My love… nothing about this child will be normal. The world is making that very clear."
Outside, the aurora pulsed again.
The room trembled.
A shriek cut through the doorway. "THE SKY IS RESPONDING TO THE BABY!"
Elias straightened, holding his son a little higher like a proud trophy. "Witness! My son Julian has been born, and the heavens themselves celebrate"
"Elias," Seraphina deadpanned, "put him down before the sky takes him."
"…Yes dear."
He lowered the baby so fast his arms blurred.
But the heavens didn't calm.
They intensified.
The sky twisted, forming a colossal ring of multicolored light visible across the kingdom. The phenomenon spread so far that even continents thousands of miles away caught the glow.
Whispers rose everywhere.
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— In the Ainsworth Village —
A farmer pointed at the sky. "Is… is the world ending?"
A neighbor squinted. "If it is, I'm not paying taxes this year. Waste of money."
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— In the Capital of the Kingdom of Solara —
Lookouts screamed.
"REPORT TO THE KING! A CLASS FIVE NATURAL-MAGICAL ANOMALY!"
"It's over the Ainsworth Barony!"
"…Who?"
"Small noble house! Minor! Barely noticeable!"
"Then why is the sky doing THAT?!"
"NO IDEA!"
Inside the palace, courtiers tripped over themselves. Documents flew. A scribe fainted before he could finish writing We're doomed.
Princess Selene Solaris, a toddler barely three, peeked out her window hugging a plush star.
"That's pretty," she said, absolutely unhelpful.
Prince Caelum, still learning how to stand without face-planting, trembled. "Sister… sky scary."
Selene pat his head like an all-knowing sage. "It's scary over someone else's house. We're fine."
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— At the Windrivén Viscount Territory —
A baby girl with silver-white hair had just been placed in a cradle.
Newborn Elara Windrivén slept peacefully, unaware her generation was being marked by fate itself.
Her parents, however, were not calm.
Viscount Thalor Windrivén stepped onto his balcony, cloak billowing. His storm-blue eyes widened.
"Elias… what in the world did your son do?"
Lady Lyria Windrivén joined him, serene. "It must be profound. The Ainsworths would never invite such a thing carelessly."
Thalor placed a fist over his heart. "Let us hope this child is blessed, not burdened."
Lyria smiled. "Elara and Julian share a birthday. Perhaps the heavens are marking their generation together."
They glanced at their sleeping daughter.
"If they grow up together," she whispered, "they may become each other's pillars."
The sky rumbled gently.
No lightning cracked. No storms raged.
Just the soft breathing of a baby girl destined for tempests.
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— Across the Human Continent —
Nobles scribbled panicked letters. Merchants prayed. Children ran around screaming, "The sky is angry!" and were immediately scolded for causing chaos.
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— Across Mithrakar, the Dwarven Continent —
One dwarf squinted at the sky. "Sky's glinting weird. Metal might misbehave today."
Another nodded. "Aye. Brew break."
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— Across Elandriel, the Elven Continent —
Ancient trees swayed without wind.
An elder opened one eye. "A ripple… faint but curious."
The forests hummed in agreement.
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— Across Nox'Thar, the Demon Continent —
A demon general sniffed the air. "If this means a future fight, I welcome it."
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— Across Vythraxis, the Dragon Continent —
A golden dragon cracked one eye open.
"Hmm. Something flickers. Small. Not worth flying for."
It went back to sleep.
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— In a Hidden Divine Realm —
Several god-level beings paused.
Not worried.
Not impressed.
Just confused.
One muttered, "What an unusual little tremor."
Another shrugged. "Insignificant."
And they returned to their divine business.
None understood the truth.
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Back at the Ainsworth Manor
The aurora dimmed. Peace returned.
The midwives exhaled as if their souls reentered their bodies.
Seraphina smiled softly. "Welcome to the world, Julian."
Elias puffed his chest. "Our son… the first Ainsworth whose birth nearly exploded the sky!"
"Elias," Seraphina sighed, "please stop saying it like that."
Baby Julian yawned. His eyes glowed faintly again.
Everyone froze.
A maid whispered, "Should we be worried?"
Seraphina answered, "Not yet."
Elias answered, "Yes."
The aurora vanished completely.
Stellaris had changed.
And everyone, even the clueless toddlers and drunk dwarves, felt it.
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Four Years Later
"Julian, are you paying attention? You must learn to read and write. You are a noble and will one day lead this house. Understand?"
Elias tried to sound stern, but his pride kept leaking through.
"Yes, Dad. I'll learn everything and get really strong!" Julian declared triumphantly.
"That's my boy. Now, what does this say? If you get it right, I'll teach you a new sword move."
Julian's eyes sparkled with the intensity of a child promised candy and superpowers at the same time. Julian is just a normal four year old child with no memory of his past life, and it will stay that way for years
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A Week Later — Dinner Table
Julian sat between his mother and grandmother Amelia, shoveling food into his mouth like a starving baby dragon.
Elias cleared his throat. "I have news. Viscount Windrivén will be visiting soon with his daughter, Elara. He wishes to finally meet Julian and inspect our territory."
Seraphina sipped her wine. "Darling, you're practically vibrating. You can't wait to see your friend, can you?"
Elias straightened. "I am a noble. I do not vibrate."
He absolutely vibrated.
Julian looked up with cheeks full of food. "You mean Uncle Aeron?"
Amelia flicked his forehead. "Julian. Swallow before speaking. Nobles do not talk like chipmunks."
He swallowed. "Sorry, Grandma."
Elias hid a smile. Not spoiled. Good.
"Yes, Julian. He is Uncle Aeron my friend and superior."
Julian nodded wisely. "So he's like the final boss of all barons?"
"…Sure," Elias said.
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One Month Later — The Windrivéns Arrive
The Ainsworth family stood at the gates.
A carriage stopped. A middle-aged man stepped out. Aeron Windrivén, pale skin, silver hair, slender mage physique.
Beside him hopped out a tiny four-year-old girl with silver hair and storm-blue eyes.
Little Elara Windrivén looked around like someone who had just gained the entire concept of curiosity as a superpower.
"Welcome, Viscount Aeron," Elias greeted warmly.
Aeron grinned. "Elias, my friend, no need for formality."
Julian squinted at him.
"Hey old man, are you Uncle Aeron?"
Everyone froze.
Before anyone could scold him
Aeron burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Elias, your boy is bold! Yes, little one. You may call me Uncle."
Seraphina pinched her nose. "Julian… you are a noble. Speak respectfully."
Suddenly, a tiny voice shrieked.
"My daddy is NOT old, ugly boy! Take it back!"
Elara stomped her foot, cheeks puffed like a furious squirrel.
Julian crossed his arms. "Who are you calling ugly, you shorty?"
Aeron nodded approvingly at his daughter's spirit.
"Elara, apologize."
Elias nudged Julian. "You too. Apologize. Both of you."
They both stared at each other and muttered:
"I'm sorry, shorty."
"I'm sorry, ugly."
Elias and Aeron exchanged a look.
Yep. They'll either be best friends or start a war someday.
Probably both.
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Four More Years Later — Age 8
Julian's daily routine was simple:
Wake up. Shower. Sword training. Physical training. Lessons. More training. Explore library. Sleep like a corpse.
But today was special.
Instead of reading, he waited outside his parents' room.
The door opened. Elias stepped out with several midwives.
"Julian, come. Someone wants to meet you."
Julian hurried in.
Inside, Seraphina lay on the bed holding a small blanket.
His grandmother lifted part of it, revealing a tiny sleeping baby girl.
"Julian," Seraphina whispered, "meet your sister. Aurora."
His sister was named after the strange phenomenon that appeared on the day of his birth.
She had small curls of dark hair, blue eyes unlike either parent, and fairer skin like their mother.
Julian felt something in his chest explode.
Overprotective big brother mode: Activated.
"She's perfect," he whispered, gently holding her little hand. "I see no flaws."
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Seven Years Later — Age 15
Julian's birthday.
The day his life would change.
A small hand pushed his door open.
Tiny feet slapped across the floor.
Then
THUMP!
"Wake up, brother! It's your birthday! Wake up wake up wake up!"
Aurora shook him violently.
Julian groaned. "Okay okay! I'm up! Stop, you little demon."
"Hmph! Mommy says I'm her little angel! Demons can't be this cute."
"Right. You're the cutest little demon."
"Hmph! I'll tell Mom!"
"Go ahead. Let me bathe."
"Okay! Love you! Happy birthday!"
"Love you too."
He got dressed, Lyra his maid who was also his age laid out his clothes. Then his usual day stated Breakfast, studies, training, the usual.
But tonight was special.
Fifteenth birthdays meant Class Awakening.
Most nobles threw huge parties.
Julian didn't want one.
Mostly because they were broke.
Dinner passed calmly…
Until Julian suddenly screamed.
Everyone jumped.
"Julian?! What's wrong?!" Elias shouted.
Julian collapsed.
Hours later, his eyes opened.
His sister slept beside him.
His head pulsed with new memories, Kobe's memories. His past life had returned.
Then
A screen appeared.
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[ding! Activating system]
[ding! Companion System initialized. Welcome host]
[ding! Primordial Wish available]
[ding! Host has not yet chosen a class. Begin selection.]
A huge Class lists unfolded. It is definitely the largest class list to have appeared in this world.
[ding! Host may choose one class at age 15.
Host will gain an additional class with every Order advancement.]
[System recommendation: Choose a Mythical Class.]
Julian stared.
Then said the first words of his new life:
"…What the fuck is this?"