Sol-III.
Patriarch Olegen Rothschild was quietly sipping tea in the garden, enjoying the serene peace that the early morning brought.
His grandson, Julian, was once again accompanying him. But he was not playing this time. He was consuming low-grade pure mana stones by breathing in their cosmic essence, a routine that every Beyonder had to perform daily.
His absorption speed was incredibly fast.
"Excellent, my boy! Keep up the hard work. You will become a Type 7 Beyonder in no time." Olegen praised, laughing heartily.
"Thanks, Grandpa. I will absorb them even faster next time," Julian replied, looking thoroughly content.
Julian was only twelve years old and already a Type 8 Beyonder. This achievement made Olegen immensely proud.
If he only knew there's a monster who devours them like chocolates, he might die by a heart attack.
