Darkness was my oldest companion. In a modern world fueled by chaos and class struggles, I spent my final days in the clutches of poverty, racking my brain just to survive one more day. Death eventually claimed me without a sound—cold, lonely, and silent. I thought that was the end of everything: an eternal void.
However, my consciousness did not fade.
Instead of the void, I felt a strange warmth. A warm fluid enveloped me, and the rhythmic beat of a heart echoed in my surroundings. I lost track of how long I drifted in that semi-conscious state, until a powerful urge forced me out toward a blinding light.
"Waaaah... Waaaah...!"
The cry of a newborn shattered the silence, filling a simple but tidy wooden room. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was a blur. All I could feel were a pair of gentle hands lifting me with profound affection.
"He is born... Ren, look. Our son," a voice spoke, as melodious as a tune meant to soothe a weary soul.
My vision slowly began to focus. The first face I saw was a woman whose beauty was beyond words. Her hair was jet black, but her most striking feature was her eyes—a deep, dark violet, as if they held an entire galaxy within them. She was my mother, Amanda.
"He is handsome, Amanda. His face... he clearly inherits the features of the House of Vio," a deep yet gentle voice replied from beside her.
A broad-shouldered man with a noble face approached. He carried the stern aura of a man accustomed to the wilderness, yet his eyes radiated genuine warmth as he gazed at me. He was my father, Ren Nuest.
I, who now carried the name Aamon, could only remain silent in their embrace. My adult soul tried to process the situation. I had been reincarnated. Not in a grimy modern world, but in a place that felt ancient, yet vibrating with an inexplicable energy.
Suddenly, a mechanical voice echoed directly inside my mind, making my tiny infant heart race.
[System: Initialization Successful.]
[Welcome, 'The Creator'. Commencing host scan...]
[Warning! Anomaly detected in Mana Core.]
[Mana Capacity: Dark Light (Rare Magic - Vio Bloodline).]
[Status: Energy too massive for infant vessel. Risk of Empire Radar detection: 98%.]
I gasped internally. So, this was the reason the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned tense.
My mother, Amanda, who had been smiling just a moment ago, suddenly turned pale. She placed her palm on my small chest. I could feel a cold, dark purple energy flowing from her fingertips, seeping into my veins.
"Ren... the energy is too strong," Amanda whispered, her voice trembling with anxiety. "The seal cannot wait. If the Empire's mages sense the flare of this Dark Light mana, they will find us within hours."
My father, Ren, immediately drew the window curtains and locked the door. He stood on high alert, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at his waist. "Do it, Amanda. We won't let Aamon become their tool, like what they did to the House of Vio."
Amanda closed her eyes. I saw tears roll down her cheeks as she began to chant a heavy, ancient incantation.
"For the sake of your freedom, my son... forgive me."
I felt an overwhelming pressure strike my mana heart. It felt as if thousands of freezing iron chains were binding my soul, forcing the overflowing energy back into a small black box at the depths of my consciousness.
[System: Forced Sealing Procedure initiated...]
[Locking Mana Core: 'Dark Light'.]
[Remaining Mana Access: 0.1%.]
[Status: Hidden from Empire Radar.]
An immense drowsiness hit me instantly. My infant body could not withstand the burden of the sealing process. Before I succumbed to sleep, I saw my mother clutching me tightly, while my father stood guard at the door, his sharp gaze fixed on the darkness of the forest outside.
I am Aamon. I was born a fugitive, with a power the world considers a curse. But behind this seal, I know... my journey has only just begun.
Current Status:
Name: Aamon Nuest Vio (Newborn)
• Condition: Mana Core Sealed (99.9% locked)
• Environment: Hidden hut at the forest border
• Objective: Survive the growth period without triggering suspicion