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Varek Solin was born into a world where power is given at birth. On his 10th birthday, every child opens their Vault, a source of mana that will shape their future. In a society divided by wealth and rank, those born into riches are granted Diamond Vaults, while the poor settle for Bronze Vaults, their strength bound by fate.

But Varek’s path was never meant to follow the ordinary. With a Bronze Vault in his chest, his future seems set—until a war between humans and demons turns his world upside down. Amidst the chaos of battle, Varek encounters a force beyond his understanding—a mysterious power that will alter the course of his life.

As his powers awaken and the world around him shifts, Varek must face the truth of what lies within him. A boy from the lowest ranks, with a vault like no other. What is this power that calls to him from the shadows? And how far will he go to understand it?

In a world where strength determines your fate, Varek Solin will soon learn that the greatest power lies not in the vaults of wealth, but in the mysteries buried beneath the surface.

The Shadow's Beneath

Pre-Battle Introduction:

Nirvan steps into the arena, his serious expression unwavering as he scans the crowd. His brown-white hair catches the light, giving him an almost metallic shine, fitting for a Metal Mana user. He doesn't waste time with words—his focus is on winning.

On the other side, Jug enters with a wide grin. His bald head gleams under the sun, and he waves enthusiastically to the audience, though only a few respond. He doesn't mind—he's used to people not finding his humor funny. His Blind Mana specializes in disorienting enemies with flashes of blinding light, much like a living flashbang.

As the match begins, Jug chuckles and says,

"They call me Jug because when I fight, you won't see it coming!"

The audience groans. Nirvan remains silent.

The Fight Begins:

Jug claps his hands together, and suddenly—BOOM!—a bright flash erupts across the arena. The crowd shields their eyes, but Nirvan doesn't flinch.

Jug laughs. "Ah, still standing? Guess I'll have to really turn up the brightness!"

He dashes around, releasing bursts of Blind Mana in random directions, trying to disorient Nirvan. But Nirvan simply lifts a hand—his Metal Mana hardens over his body, forming a reflective shell that reduces the effect of the flashes.

"You rely too much on tricks," Nirvan finally speaks, his voice calm yet firm.

Then, with a sudden burst of speed, he dashes forward and swings his metal-coated fist. Jug barely dodges, laughing nervously.

"Whoa, whoa! No need to get violent—well, maybe just a little!" Jug counters by releasing a massive flash dome, covering the entire arena in blinding light.

But then—CLANG!

The sound of metal cutting through the air.

The light fades, and Jug is frozen in place. Nirvan stands behind him, a metal blade formed from his own arm just inches from Jug's throat.

"Your tricks are useless if your opponent is prepared."

Jug gulps. "Okay, okay! I surrender! No need to slice me like a piece of bread!"

Post-Fight Reaction:

The audience cheers, impressed by Nirvan's cool-headed strategy. Jug shrugs and bows dramatically, pretending he planned to lose all along.

Nirvan simply walks off, already thinking about his next match.

The Serious Metal And The Blind Bald