In a world where every person is born with a unique skill, the ultimate goal is to nurture that skill until they attain God-level power.
Characters are officially ranked from weakest to strongest using the following hierarchy:
Level D
Level C
Level B
Level A
Level S
Legendary
Every individual begins at Level D from birth and gradually climbs upwards. However, on extremely rare occasions, an individual can be born with Level C stats, a phenomenon so rare that only five such births have ever been recorded in history.
The stat ranges correspond to these levels:
D 10 to 90
C 100 to 990
B 1,000 to 9,999
A 10,000 to 99,000
S 99,000+ to 100,000
Those who surpass the absolute limit of their innate skill ascend to the Legendary rank. These individuals achieve the ultimate expression of their power by creating a Soul Palace—a personal realm or domain unique to their perfected skill.
Though a Level S figure poses a significant threat to an entire planet, the power of the Legendary far eclipses this, cementing their status as true Gods. Only fourteen Legendary figures are known to exist across the world, each one said to possess the capability to destroy the universe.
"Leon von Vinci—that shall be his name," the noble Dris von Vinci declared, a beaming smile across his face as he cradled the newborn in his arms.
As a high-ranking noble in the Kingdom of Wichville, Dris spared no expense. The household erupted in a massive celebration for the arrival of the first-born son and heir to the von Vinci line. Leon was born into a family of immense power:
Dris von Vinci (Father) An A-Rank noble with the innate skill Force Field,Lora von Vinci (Mother) An A-Rank noble with the innate skill Light Manipulation and Claire von Vinci (Elder Sister) Claire was a prodigy. At age three, her stats measured 203, placing her at C-Rank—an achievement almost unheard of for a toddler. Her skill, Matter Manipulation, was so potent that Dris had already employed private tutors to help her control it.
As Leon grew, he became the talk of the kingdom. His appearance was ethereal: hair like polished silver, eyes of shimmering gold, and skin so flawless it seemed sculpted by the gods. Even the King paid a visit to witness the beauty of the young lord.
In Wichville, a child's true potential is measured at the age of three. When Leon's time came, he was taken to the National Administration. The testing room housed a sophisticated machine designed to scan a person's soul and display their stats upon physical contact.
Dris watched with bated breath as Leon stepped forward and placed his small hand on the cold surface of the device. After a tense silence, the display flickered to life, showing a word no one expected:
[NULL]
"What is this? Why is it showing 'Null'?" Dris demanded, his shock echoing through the hall. The officers were baffled; they moved Leon from machine to machine, but every device returned the same chilling result.
The Chairman of the Administration was summoned. He stared at the child, deep in thought. The machine cannot read him, the Chairman reasoned. This means either he is gifted beyond the Legendary rank, or he is weaker than an average human. Given that I feel no aura from him, the latter must be true.
The Chairman turned to the parents. "My Lord, I believe your son's stats are simply too low for the machine to register."
"That's impossible!" Dris snapped. "He looks even more gifted than his sister!"
"Physical beauty does not determine power, My Lord," the Chairman replied calmly. He then knelt before the boy. "Leon, look at your internal stats. Tell me what you see."
"I... I don't know what it is," Leon whispered.
The Chairman handed him a tablet. "Draw it for us."
Leon took the stylus and slowly traced a shape. Everyone leaned in, only to recoil in horror. Leon had drawn a double zero.
"His stats... they are zero," the Chairman exclaimed.
The room fell into a deathly silence. Never in the history of Wichville had anyone recorded a stat below 10. Leon was not just weak; he was the first powerless human in recorded history.
The journey back to the estate was hollow. No words were exchanged between the servants and their master. Upon arrival, the maids silently escorted Leon to his room, isolating him from the family.
In the private study, Dris broke the news to Lora. The pride he once felt had vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp disappointment. The "Golden Heir" of the von Vinci family was a defect.
Later that evening, Lora von Vinci entered Leon's room. The moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting shadows over the young boy as he lay small and still in his bed. Sensing her presence, Leon looked up, his golden eyes searching hers.
"Mother... is Father mad at me?" his soft, trembling voice cut through the silence.
The sadness in his tone struck Lora's heart. She sat at the edge of his bed, a gentle smile masking her inner worry. "No, my child," she whispered. "He is merely surprised. He will be fine by morning."
She reached out, grazing his silver hair with her fingers. "In this world, Leon, anyone can grow—no matter how low their starting stats are. I believe that if you work hard and train with everything you have, you will do great things. After all, you are a von Vinci."
A glimpse of hope sparked in Leon's eyes. "Really? Do you truly believe that?"
"I do," she replied firmly. "You can become the greatest; you could even transcend to a Legend. As long as you believe in yourself and never stop working, there is nothing you cannot achieve."
Determined, Leon sat up slightly. "I promise, Mother. I will reach the stats of legends and make Father proud. I'll train until I am the best."
"That is my brave boy," Lora said, tucking the blankets around him. "When you are a bit older, I will find a tutor to help you grow strong before you enter the Academy. But for now, you must sleep."
She kissed his forehead and stood to leave. At the doorway, she flicked off the light. "Goodnight, Leon."
"Goodnight, Mother," he responded instantly, his heart finally at peace.
Leon lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling and imagining a future where his name was whispered in awe across the kingdom. His daydreams were suddenly interrupted by a blinding flash of light.
He bolted upright, squinting at the doorway. Standing there was a woman unlike any maid he had ever seen. She wore a uniform of stark contrasts: the white fabric shone with the brilliance of distant stars, while the black was as deep and void-like as coal. Her long, silken black hair cascaded down to her waist, shimmering in the unnatural light.
The woman stepped forward with a grace that felt otherworldly. She bowed her head deeply toward the three-year-old boy.
"Young Lord," she said, her voice echoing with a strange authority. "I am at your service."
Leon was breathless, captivated by her glorious presence. It took him several moments to find his voice.
"Who... who are you?" he managed to mutter.