Veyron sat alone in the royal garden, lost in thought as he watched the sun slowly rise beyond the horizon. The morning breeze carried the fragrance of blooming spring flowers, brushing gently against his face. Yet even amidst such peace, his heart could never truly rest.
A quiet life? That was something forever out of reach for him. Mysterious voices and cryptic dreams haunted his nights like whispers from forgotten realms.
"Huh... Why do I always have those dreams? And that strange voice… who are they? Why can't I just live a peaceful life for once? But no, I still have to complete the Third Tutorial."
With determined eyes, Veyron stood up from the stone bench and made his way into the dense forest at the western edge of the palace. There, a great mountain loomed like a wall against the heavens.
"If I can split this mountain... maybe I'll reach Swordsmanship Level 7. Only one way to find out."
He tightened his grip on his sword, then wrapped it in the energy flowing from his core. With a powerful swing, he struck.
But the blade only managed to cleave through a massive boulder the size of a cave.
"Damn it… still too weak to split the mountain. Wait... if there are no runes in this world, what if I create one myself?"
Driven by curiosity, Veyron stabbed his sword into the ground, closed his eyes, and attuned himself to the aura of the world around him. He inhaled deeply, steadying his spirit. Suddenly, a ball of light the size of a human emerged before him, rotating with the pattern of a planetary orbit. It moved in circles, outlining a complex symbol in mid-air.
Veyron observed carefully—then, with precision, followed the pattern using his sword.
CRACK!!
The ground trembled as his blade connected with the base of the mountain. A crack opened wide beneath it, stretching slowly upward like a scar on stone flesh.
BOOOM!!
The mountain split in two with a thunderous explosion.
Veyron's eyes lit up. He had done it—split a mountain using a rune technique of his own creation.
But he wasn't the only one watching.
From afar, Hari stood frozen, eyes wide.
"How... how is that even possible? He's only seven years old… just like me. Could he be the one foretold in the Aldrecht prophecy?"
Without realizing he was being observed in return, Hari turned and quietly left.
"You're always watching me... So why do you call me the Ugly Prince?" Veyron thought as he watched Hari disappear into the distance.
With a deep breath, Veyron made his way back to the palace to bathe—unaware that by creating a new rune, he had just altered the fate of the world.
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Elsewhere — Inside the System
In the depths of the system, a woman stood in a space that shimmered with celestial energy. Her face was hidden in shadow, but her long silver hair shone like moonlight.
"Han... It's been a long time since we last met. Do you still remember me?"
She smiled gently.
"Ah, I forgot... he's lost his memories, hasn't he?"
Her voice carried joy, sorrow, and something deeper—something ancient. As she spoke, two figures approached from the distance, stepping into the radiant space with quiet purpose.
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Dining Hall — Aldrecht Palace
After bathing, Veyron headed to the grand dining room, where his mother, father, and several aunts and uncles were gathered around a long, luxurious table.
"Veyron, you once said you wanted to enroll in the academy," his father began with a calm tone. "At age seven, you're more than qualified."
"But Father," Veyron replied confidently, "I'd like to join the tournament first. I want to fight the other noble sons. My hands are used to fighting monsters… now I want to test myself against humans."
A soft chuckle escaped his father's lips. "If that's what you want, I won't stop you. The tournament is held in the northern region—near Violet, where Hari's estate is. Since Hari is going home, why don't you go with him?"
All eyes turned to Veyron. He paused, then nodded.
"Very well. I'll go with Hari."
His father smiled warmly, and so did the rest of the Aldrecht family. But Hari's cheeks turned red as the words sank in.
"G-going home... with Veyron...? D-doesn't that sound like a... date?"
Flustered, Hari tried to reach for his fork but accidentally dropped it.
"I—I'm sorry, everyone… I was just… thinking about something… heheh..."
One of the aunts chuckled. "Then go ahead, Hari. Feel free to grab your fork."
Hari bent down, crawling under the table—only to find Veyron already there, holding the fork out to him.
"Here. Take it, Hari. Why are you just staring at me?"
"S-sorry, Veyron… I was just… frozen."
"W-what's wrong with me? Why didn't I say anything? He helped me..."
After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms. Everyone, except Veyron.
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Forest Training Grounds
"Alright, monsters... come on out. Are you over there? Or here? Don't worry, I'm not scary~"
Veyron grinned as he walked deeper into the forest.
Watching from above was a small dragon—Zephyron—perched silently on a tree branch.
"This kid… he's too strange. Just like his father. Monster Soul Reaper, huh? Sounds about right."
But the monsters hiding in the forest didn't move—not because of the weather, but out of fear. Fear of one being.
"He's here… Veyron, the Monster Slayer!"
Veyron's face shifted, serious now. He advanced toward the rustling sounds.
The monsters panicked.
"He's coming! What do we do? The death-bringer is after us!"
—in their language, a chorus of terror echoed.
Scattering in all directions, they tried to escape.
But Veyron only smiled, activating the technique he had just created:
Shadow Multiplication.
His body split into three, and each clone darted off with fluid, deadly precision.
Slashes echoed in the forest.
"Why do they always run away from me, Zephyron? I don't get it."
Zephyron glided down, sighing. "Kid… are you that unaware? To monsters, you are death itself."
Suddenly, Veyron froze. He touched his lips, as if he had heard something from beyond.
"Zephyron... did you hear that? A voice. Like yours... a dragon's."
Zephyron's eyes narrowed. "I heard it. Do you want to go?"
"Yes. If it's a real dragon... maybe it will form a contract with me."
Veyron and Zephyron immediately headed east, following the thunderous roar that had echoed across the sky. Their footsteps were swift, but their eyes remained sharp and alert. There was a high possibility that the sound belonged to a dragon—one of the most fearsome beings to ever exist.
When they arrived at the source of the sound, they didn't find a dragon. Instead, a massive cave stood before them—ancient, silent, and ominous. A heavy aura surrounded it, one that felt like it had slept for thousands of years. Veyron stood motionless at the entrance, calculating his next move.
"Veyron," Zephyron spoke softly, "You are far wiser than most. Unlike others who would rush in blindly, you always take time to think."
But Veyron had already made up his mind. With resolute steps, he entered the cave, and Zephyron followed closely behind. As they stepped deeper into the darkness, strange carvings began to appear on the cave walls—glowing faintly with golden light. The inscriptions were foreign… ancient.
"Zephyron, can you read this?" Veyron asked. "These are Ancient Chinese characters. You're from an ancient era, aren't you?"
Zephyron frowned. "I may be old, but I can't read Ancient Chinese. Wait… how do you even know this is Ancient Chinese?"
Zephyron was visibly shocked. No member of the Aldrecht family had ever been able to identify the writings inside this cave.
"Wait a second," Veyron said. "You said the Aldrecht family didn't recognize this as Chinese… Does that mean the Aldrecht family has been here before?"
"Yes," Zephyron replied slowly. "They've seen these inscriptions, but no one could make sense of them. Can you?"
"I know what it says. The question is... should I read it aloud or not?"
"That's your choice to make," Zephyron replied.
Veyron stared at the inscription, took a breath, and read aloud,
"A thousand years from now, a young man will rise to save the countless dimensions… and with them, the entire Multiverse."
Zephyron was silent for a moment. "Who is this young man… the one destined to save the Multiverse?"
"I don't know, Zephyron. Let's just keep moving toward the source of that dragon's roar."
They continued deeper into the cave, but something strange happened. Every path they took was marked by signs—some in Ancient Chinese, some modern—all of them strangely familiar.
"Why does every sign show places where I lived in my first life? Who… who could've written these?"
Suddenly, something shimmering caught Veyron's eye at the entrance of a grand chamber. As they entered, both froze.
There, in the center of the room, lay a colossal dragon—a white, majestic being from Chinese mythology.
"Why is there a mythological Chinese dragon in a fantasy world?" Veyron murmured. "That dragon… that's Long Xuantian. Before I reincarnated, I dreamt of a white dragon who said, 'My name is Long Xuantian. Son, you must leave your comfort zone.'"
"Zephyron, could you leave me for a while? I need to look closer—alone."
Zephyron paused, startled by Veyron's tone. His eyes were cold and sharp… as if he already knew the creature before him.
"Very well. Be careful. That dragon's aura… it's more terrifying than mine."
"I know, Zephyron."
As Zephyron left the cave, Veyron slowly approached the dragon with steady steps.
"Wake up. It's just the two of us in here. I know you're pretending to sleep when someone is near."
Long Xuantian's eyes opened, and his mighty presence filled the entire cavern. He let out a roar that echoed through the stone and sky alike.
"It's been a long time, Veyron... or should I say, Park Hakyun."
"Who are you really? Why did you appear in my dreams even before I reincarnated?"
"Because you must leave your comfort zone… and save the Multiverse and all its Dimensions once again."
Veyron released his aura and drew his sword. But the dragon only smiled and flicked his tail playfully.
"I am Park Hakyun. I reincarnated into Veyron's body. When did I ever save the Multiverse and all Dimensions?"
"Your memories are still sealed, and your powers... locked away. You've only awakened 0.01% of your true strength."
"Then let me ask one more time: what kind of dragon are you?"
"You'd be confused even if I told you. I am Long Xuantian. I was created by a being far beyond this realm, with the sole purpose of guarding all dimensions. But... I failed. I was careless. Because of that, everything was destroyed. And so, I was cast into the dimensional void—abandoned by my creator."
"Veyron... will you form a contract with me? To save all dimensions, and the Multiverse itself?"
"I will."
Veyron instinctively remembered how to forge a dragon contract from Chinese mythology. Yet before he began, he questioned again.
"Which realm are you from? Xianxia? Wuxia? Or Xuanhuan?"
"I come from Xianxia. But if you truly want to know who I am, form the contract first."
"Wait—how can I form a contract with you if your memories are sealed?"
"You noticed… I'm using my last remaining soul essence. My real soul is hidden inside the sword, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right. I read once: if a being still has a body but is using the last soul essence, then its soul must be residing in an artifact—in this case, the sword. Correct?"
"You're right. But… how did you know?"
"Let's get started. Will you move into the Gabriel Sword?"
"I'm fine with that. What matters is the contract."
"Then it begins."
"Dragon Soul Contract Formation—"
Long Xuantian widened his eyes. Even with his memories sealed, he recognized the formation. How could Veyron use such an ancient and powerful ritual?
"Long Xuantian, drop your blood onto the formation—together with mine."
The two let their blood fall onto the glowing seal. Light erupted from the circle, illuminating the entire chamber.
The contract succeeded.
There was no test of will, no mental challenge—just a sudden torrent of Long Xuantian's memories flooding into Veyron's mind.
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Before the Four Heavenly Guardians were established, before the Jade Emperor ascended the throne, a dragon was born from the vortex of chaos: Long Xuantian (龙玄天), the Mysterious Sky Dragon.
He was not a guardian of the cardinal directions, but of time itself and the will of the heavens. His power disrupted fate. The gods, threatened by this anomaly, erased his name from the Heavenly Book and exiled him to the void between dimensions.
Yet for those who carry ancient blood and the Eye of Truth, the legend of Long Xuantian still shines—hidden in the shadow of the skies.
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Having seen the memories and formed the contract, Veyron returned with Zephyron and the sword that now carried Long Xuantian's soul. Tomorrow, he would depart for the Violet Day Region in the north, where a grand tournament awaited—one that would test more than just strength, but destiny itself.
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As he approached the palace gates that night, Veyron abruptly stopped. A strange sensation chilled his spine. Someone was watching him.
"Who's watching me...? This aura is terrifying."
"What's wrong, Veyron? Did you sense that presence? So... he's awakened at last."
Long Xuantian's voice was calm, but Veyron's heart was racing.
The aura wasn't just terrifying. It was ancient… and familiar.
And whatever it was, it had only just begun.
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Chapter 6 Completed