Super Evolution System

In another location, a magnificent mansion stood gracefully, blending traditional and modern designs in a dazzling display of white marble. Its towering pillars exuded a sense of strength, while the large windows adorned with elegant carvings added a touch of luxury. Every corner of the building radiated an aristocratic aura, reflecting the status of the family that resided within.

In front of the mansion stretched a vast, perfectly manicured garden. Flowers of various colors bloomed along the pathways, while small lamps hanging from tree branches created a warm and enchanting atmosphere. Long tables, draped in luxurious tablecloths, were laden with exquisite dishes, ranging from elegant appetizers to fine wines poured into crystal glasses.

Well-dressed guests filled the party area, engaging in lighthearted conversations in small groups. Glittering gowns shimmered under the garden lights, while men in expensive suits stood with poise, speaking in relaxed tones yet maintaining an air of sophistication. The soft melody of an orchestra playing in the garden further emphasized the exclusivity that enveloped the banquet.

At one of the dining tables, two young men in formal attire stood, sampling the various delicacies before them. They appeared at ease, enjoying the party without being too engrossed in the political or business discussions dominating other groups.

One of them, a tall young man with black hair, stood with a straight posture, reflecting his habits of physical training. His friend, only slightly shorter at 182 cm, carried a more relaxed expression, his signature smirk hinting at his confidence.

"I heard this year's national exam is stricter than before," said the taller young man, Askell. He sipped his wine before continuing, "The Empire supposedly placed more bizarre monsters inside the dimensional rift."

Lucien, seated across from him, simply responded with a small chuckle as he chewed his food. After swallowing, he spoke casually, "Yeah, whatever they do, I'll pass for sure. I've already set my sights on a few academies—maybe Drakefang, Edenveil, or even Leyndell." His tone brimmed with confidence.

Askell glanced at him with a skeptical expression, then let out a small laugh. "Come on, your cultivation talent isn't exactly remarkable, and you don't even know what class you'll awaken yet. You should aim for something more realistic, like Luther Institute or Umbral Night."

Rather than being offended, Lucien merely offered a faint smile. "Sometimes, you have to dare to dream big," he said, his eyes gleaming with conviction. "Like a bird challenging the storm to fly higher. If you always seek shelter in the nest, you'll never know how far your wings can truly take you."

Askell stared at him for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "You're starting to sound like some wise old man. Have you been reading classic literature or something?"

Lucien chuckled and shook his head. "Not at all. I just came across something incredible… and it's completely changed my life."

Askell narrowed his eyes, now intrigued. "Oh? And what is it?"

Lucien smirked. "That's a secret."

Askell clicked his tongue. "Seriously? We've been friends since we were kids, and you're still keeping secrets from me?"

"This time, it's different. You'd probably think I've lost my mind," Lucien said with a soft chuckle.

Askell let out an exasperated sigh. "Ah, whatever. Just don't do anything reckless again. I'm tired of constantly pulling you out of weird situations," he remarked, half-joking.

Lucien simply laughed at that. Askell had always been there for him, but this time, he wouldn't tell him what he had just obtained.

As their conversation continued, Lucien casually reached for more meat from a large serving platter. The pile on his plate grew higher and higher, drawing a mix of disgusted and bewildered looks from passing guests.

Askell, noticing this, merely shook his head. Lucien had always been a little different from other kids.

On the other hand, Lucien relished every bite with satisfaction. However, it wasn't just the delicious taste of the meat that pleased him—it was also the holographic messages flashing before his eyes, something only he could see.

[Consuming 10 grams of A9-grade premium beef, Strength +0.1]

[Consuming 10 grams of A9-grade premium beef, Strength +0.1]

[Consuming 10 grams of A9-grade premium beef, Nutritional Efficiency +0.3%]

[Consuming 10 grams of A9-grade premium beef, Nutrient Absorption +0.5%]

Lucien concealed his surprise behind a composed expression. He knew that if he told Askell, his friend would definitely think he was insane.

Because this wasn't something that could be explained by normal logic.

This was something only he possessed.

A system that had suddenly appeared within him, called Super Evolution System. At that moment, he knew—he was the chosen one.

And with this system by his side, his ambition wasn't just to grow stronger.

He wanted to rule the world.

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The party grew livelier as the night deepened, with more and more guests arriving. The Eleanor family wasn't just any family—they were modern aristocrats, and the guests in attendance were all influential figures, ranging from successful entrepreneurs to prominent politicians.

In front of the grand mansion, a car pulled up and slowly came to a stop. Eryon and William stepped out, greeted by the sight of luxury vehicles neatly lined up along the entrance. The crystal lights in the garden shimmered, casting a soft glow over the bustling party.

William lowered his sunglasses, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the extravagant surroundings. He had felt fairly confident bringing his father's most expensive car, but after seeing the fleet of high-end vehicles parked nearby, his car suddenly felt like a cheap trinket among priceless gems.

Eryon simply smirked at his friend's reaction. Casually, he patted William on the shoulder. "Come on, let's head to the venue," he said, as if the lavish scenery before them was nothing surprising.

William let out a small grunt, taking a deep breath. "Ugh, I still don't get why Eleanor invited us."

They walked toward the venue, handing their invitations to the guards at the entrance. Fortunately, despite nearly forgetting about the party, Eryon had kept his invitation.

As they stepped into the main area, they were immediately struck by the grandeur of the decor. Hundreds of tables were arranged neatly, each draped in luxurious cloth and adorned with elegant candles. A wide array of exquisite dishes was displayed in an enticing manner, while fine wine was poured into crystal glasses.

Without hesitation, William headed straight for one of the tables, grabbing a plate and digging into the lavish feast. "Oh man, the food here is amazing! I can't stop eating!" he said enthusiastically, stuffing his mouth. "Good thing I didn't eat all day!"

Eryon took a more measured approach, selecting a few dishes and pouring himself a glass of wine. Though this was undoubtedly the most extravagant party he had ever attended, he understood why. It wasn't just because of the Eleanor family's status—it was also due to the tradition in this country: birthdays were only celebrated once in a lifetime, upon turning eighteen.

He let out a quiet sigh. When he had turned eighteen two months ago, there had been no celebration at all. His older brother, the only family he had left, hadn't even visited or called—just sent a letter. At least the man had still given him a gift, a silver ring that now rested on his left hand, while his spatial ring adorned his right.

As they continued to enjoy the banquet, the atmosphere suddenly shifted. There was a subtle change in the air, as if the focus of the crowd had shifted toward something—or someone—newly arrived.

Murmurs spread among the guests.

"Ohh, that's the Steiner family. Looks like only their youngest son came."

"The mayor seems too busy to attend this party."

"Well, he just landed a major project, after all."

Eryon glanced toward the entrance, spotting a group of distinguished-looking individuals in luxurious attire.

Among them, a silver-haired young man in an expensive suit walked with a poised demeanor, a raven-haired girl in an elegant blue gown holding onto his arm—Candice.

Eryon stood still amidst the lively buzz of the party, taking a deep breath, letting the cool night air of the party seep into his lungs before exhaling slowly. He squared his shoulders, and that was when Candice, by chance, turned her gaze toward him.

Their eyes met.

For a moment, time seemed to slow. Candice looked startled, as if she hadn't expected to see him there. Her eyes instinctively traced his face—sharper, more resolute than the last time she had seen him. There was something different in his gaze, something… compelling.

She quickly looked away, whether out of surprise or something else, he couldn't tell. But in the next instant, she composed herself, whispering something softly to Julian beside her before continuing on her way.

Eryon watched it all unfold with an impassive expression.

William, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange, smirked and nudged his arm. "Bro, did you see that? She couldn't even pretend not to be interested."

Eryon shook his head. "I don't care."

William chuckled. "Sure. And I'm the mayor's legitimate son."

Eryon chose not to respond, simply picking up his wine glass and taking a slow sip. There were far more important things to focus on tonight than lingering on the past.