Moonlight Sonata Fan

The moment Ariase infused the fan with his mystic energy, a flood of memories surged through his mind, unlocking the artifact's hidden past.

Visions unfolded before him—scenes of Habagat, the God of Wind and Rain, meticulously crafting the fan in a labor of devotion.

In his pursuit to court Chang'e, the Moon Goddess of China, Habagat harnessed the essence of moonlight, infusing it into netherite myriad jade.

For 143 years, he tempered the fan with the relentless force of Tribulation Winds and Heavenly Rain, shaping it into a divine treasure—a testament to his unwavering admiration and longing.

But when the time came to present his gift, Habagat was ruthlessly rejected.

Chang'e denied his advances without granting him even a moment's audience.

She barred him from the Moon Palace, leaving his offering unseen, unacknowledged.

Down and heartbroken, Habagat's sorrow twisted into fury.

His pain manifested in nature's wrath, unleashing relentless storms upon the Philippines—howling winds and torrential rains ravaged the land, with tornadoes tearing through the skies for years.

The fan, once a sacred symbol of love and devotion, was discarded into the Vault of the Anitos, sealed away and forgotten by time.

As the visions faded, Ariase stood frozen, his mind reeling.

'Wha-what did I just witness...? Did I just see how a god was rejected? This was really awkward... He didn't even get the chance to present his gift.'

'I don't even know whether I should be happy to have obtained such a soul treasure... or I should be worried that Habagat will be enraged after he sense that this humiliating treasure has resurfaced…"

Mr. Gonzales, noticing Ariase's shocked expression, misinterpreted his reaction.

With a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he said, "Don't worry too much about your soul artifact. It can evolve through effort and time. Who knows? It might even unlock special abilities once it reaches higher tiers."

But Ariase barely registered his words.

He wasn't concerned about the artifact's growth—because, despite its degraded state, the fan was already absurdly powerful.

Once a divine treasure, it had only fallen to Tier 5 of Earth Grade after being discarded for an epoch ago.

Yet, even in its weakened form, traces of its former glory remained.

The real problem? It was broken.

And the only material capable of repairing it was Netherite Myriad Jade, basked in Tribulation Winds and Heavenly Rain, a process beyond mortal reach.

In other words, only a God could restore it.

More specifically, only Habagat, the fan's original creator, held the power to mend it as far as he contemplated.

Ariase sighed inwardly but nodded in response to his homeroom teacher, choosing to keep these thoughts to himself.

Soon after, Mr. Maglasang stepped forward, offering a professional smile.

"Student, thank you for your time and cooperation. That concludes your registration process for student mystics. Once you turn 15, don't forget to re-register to become a legal Mystic Practitioner of our country. I'll be looking forward to your growth!"

Ariase returned the gesture, waving farewell. But even as he did, a bitter feeling lingered in his chest.

A system—the very thing he had longed for, the golden cheat of every transmigrator—turned out to be something others could gain effortlessly just by awakening the Technology Element.

It was just as simple as that.

There were no trials, no divine intervention, no hidden legacy—just pure moment of being stabbed in half and dumb luck.

Soon, Mr. Gonzales also bid his farewell, turning his attention to the new batch of students who had just emerged.

Left alone, Ariase glanced down at the jade fan in his hand and slowly unfolded it.

"This thing is actually beautiful…" he mused.

Despite the visible cracks, the varied shades of green, intricately woven into a moon-like design, spoke volumes of Habagat's craftsmanship. Every detail was infused with care, a testament to the god's painstaking effort.

"Though… it's kinda girly," he admitted, lips twitching. "But I guess I'll just deal with it."

Then, as a realization hit him, he chuckled to himself.

"Now that I think about it… with my long hair and this fan, don't I look like one of those arrogant young masters in a restaurant? The kind who bullies the MC and says, 'Courting death!'?"

He shook his head, amused at his own ridiculous comparison.

As he traced his fingers over the delicate engravings of a dragon encircling the moon, another thought crossed his mind.

"So... even gods have it hard, huh? I thought only humans struggled with love, but I guess I was wrong."

With a sigh, Ariase lifted the fan and casually fanned himself, hoping to escape the blazing heat of the field.

But... that was a mistake.

The moment he swung the fan, a violent gust of wind erupted without warning.

The sheer force sent his long hair into a chaotic mess, his mouth agape as air pressure blasted straight into his lungs, nearly making him choke.

"Hck—!" he coughed, barely able to breathe.

Panicked, he willed the fan to stop, and in an instant, the wind ceased.

Without hesitation, he sealed the artifact back into his soul, making it vanish like mist.

But the damage was already done.

Ariase glanced around nervously—and sure enough, several students stood frozen, their mouths wide open in sheer shock.

"Crap… they saw it."

Breaking into a cold sweat, he quickly turned his gaze to the ground, pretending as if nothing happened.

He rolled his eyes, sighed, and muttered under his breath, "I better run for now. Hopefully, they'll forget about this soon… Just please!"

Fixing his disheveled hair with a few quick strokes, he walked off in a straight line—casually avoiding the gawking stares of the students who had just witnessed the power of his fan.

...

Meters away from the field, a girl with golden-brown hair stood calmly, her sharp gaze fixed on the scene below.

Beside her, a fiery red-haired young man, the same one who had been watching the Grade 7 students earlier in the morning, wore a face of sheer disbelief.

"Leader… did you just see what I saw?" he asked, his voice tinged with both shock and excitement.

The girl simply smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you yesterday, Joshua?"

Her tone was light, yet filled with certainty, "Someone from the lower years was bound to create havoc in this school. And I guess…"

Her eyes gleamed, "He's the one I divined."

She chuckled softly before declaring, "We must recruit this boy—no matter what~"

...

Frowning slightly, Ariase absentmindedly scratched his ear.

'Why won't my ears stop itching? Is someone gossiping about me? …D-did that Nature Spirit already find out I stole the leaves...?'

A sudden chill ran down his spine as he mused, 'I just hope she won't descend into this plane… or else, I might really be screwed!'

Shaking off his unease, he moved forward, only to spot someone grinning like an idiot while waving frantically in his direction.

Scoffing, Ariase muttered under his breath, "This fool… really."

Kevin—now sporting a striking new appearance after his awakening, with his once black hair now shifting into a gradient of gray and black, and his eyes sharp as a beast's—shouted excitedly, "Ria! I'm here, come!"

Ariase rolled his eyes but still made his way toward his friend.

...

Meanwhile, in a certain Moon in Jupiter.

Inside an ethereal chamber bathed in the glow of cosmic light, a towering figure with cerulean blue short hair—its hues reminiscent of falling rain—stood motionless.

His deep, stormy eyes swirled with a chaos akin to a raging typhoon.

His gaze was downcast, but his entire being radiated fury.

"The fan…" he muttered, his voice carrying the weight of a brewing storm. "It has disappeared from the vault."

A foreboding silence filled the chamber, his lips curled downwards as a memory of the past set in.

"Someone… really managed to invoke it. How unpleasant..."

Crack!

He took a single step forward and instantly, the mystical ice-like floor beneath him cracked.

...

Back at the Replica of the Garden of Eden.

Within the vast and sacred realm, a slight argument was unfolding between Kalikasan and the Divine Tree Spirit.

"Sir," Kalikasan began, her voice filled with frustration. "Are we seriously just going to let that kid run free after stealing the leaves that almost gained Semi-Divinity?"

She crossed her arms and scowled.

"You already gave him five divine leaves, which is already enough to shake the balance of that planet. But..."

"He stole eighty-three of the leaves! That is simply unacceptable!"

She pressed a hand to her forehead, exhaling deeply, before adding with slight fear, "If the Great Arbiter finds out about this… no, if he even so much as catches wind of this…"

Her expression darkened.

"All spirits living in this replica will be punished—just like before. Just like when you gave that human girl a single drop of your Essence Sap."