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Chapter 3 - system

Veyron snapped out of his thoughts and finally voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind.

"System," he said calmly, "how exactly will you help me obtain Fate Points? And how much do I currently possess?"

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[The Host may issue the command 'Status' to view current attributes, skills, and fate value.]

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"…Status."

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| FATE DEVOURER SYSTEM |

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[Name] : Veyron von Blackvale

[Level] : 1 (EXP 0 / 1000)

[Bloodline] : Locked

[Blessing] : Goddess of Time (Sealed)

[Body State] : Mortal Stage

[Shop] [Quests] [Synthesis]

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ATTRIBUTES

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Strength : 11

Agility : 9

Endurance : 10

Intelligence : 29

Mana : Locked

Stamina : 12

Charm : 25

Fate : 14

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SKILLS

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▶ Time Dilution (Rank S) | Lv.1 [Active]

• Dilates time at a 5:1 ratio for 10 seconds

• Cooldown: 1 hour

▶ Ashblade Art (Rank A+ → Rank D) [Passive]

• Original sword art created solely for killing

• No cooldown

▶ Mana Flow (Rank C → Sealed) [Passive]

• Allows manipulation of mana

• Currently unavailable

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For the briefest moment, Veyron's indifferent expression cracked.

Time Dilution.

An absurdly powerful ability.

Five seconds of the enemy's time… stretched into twenty-five for him.

In battle, that meant absolute dominance.

A trump card, he concluded instantly.

And at Level 1… it can grow.

His expression returned to calm as he continued reading.

"What are these attributes based on?" he asked.

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[The system quantifies your physical, mental, and metaphysical potential.]

[For reference: an average adult possesses values of 10 in all attributes.]

[Average Fate Value per individual: 100.]

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Veyron exhaled slowly.

"So my fate is barely scraps."

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[Correct.]

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"Tch."

He leaned back, memories resurfacing.

"I was careless," Veyron muttered. "When I was young, I ignored mana control… ignored foundational training."

He had been born as the sole heir of the Blackvale Consortium, the wealthiest power in the world. Nobles bent. Kings negotiated. His parents never pressured him—believing true talent would bloom naturally when he entered the World Academy at fifteen.

In his previous life, that indulgence had shaped him.

This time—

It would be corrected.

"I won't repeat that mistake," Veyron said quietly.

His intelligence and charm—already far beyond his peers—had once turned him into the most dangerous man alive. This time, those traits would be sharpened from the beginning.

He stared at the glowing status screen.

"This life," he whispered, voice devoid of warmth,

"I will keep my promise."

Not to the world.

Not to the gods.

But to the one person he had failed before.

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