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He slowly opened his eyes, his eye squinted, as coming felt unsettling.

When he swiftly lifted his body up, he was on a void, not dark, not red, not yellow, nor white, just pure grey.

'Where the hell did i end up into?...'

Then an Angelic voice was heard in a distance, possibly something unbelievable, but Arin kept his guard up no matter what.

'Where the hell am i?, System!'

[...]

The system didn't report.

'Damn it, even the system is also going in a mental breakdown!'

As the Angelic voice kept going closer and closer, and louder, he kept walking backwards, as he tries to distance himself from the unknown being.

"Show yourself!"

Then the Angelic voice stopped.

As the bright light disspates, it showed an majestic woman, equal that to an elf, with blonde hair that's straight, combining it with her white eyes, and white clothes, she no matter the fact, was one of the Seven Celestial Architects.

'System–'

She immediately placed her index finger on his Mouth, denying to call the system.

"No~ No~ that's bad!"

Her voice was just Angelic as she sang earlier, he was stunned by her beauty, so he asked curiously.

"Uhm... Excuse me, may i ask who you are?..."

She tilted her head towards him, and placed a hand in her chest, introducing herself.

"My name is Lysandra, I'm the Weaver of Hope, Light and Dreams!, and one of the Seven Celestial Architects!"

Arin's mind processes hard to get the knowledge he has in his dream.

"Ah... I see, Weaver of Hope, Light and Dreams?, well... I'm suggesting you're... Very... Powerful?"

She nodded her head aggressively without saying a word.

"I see..."

He looked around, it was just a plain grey void.

"Anyways, i have something to ask you Miss."

She looked up at him with a confused face.

"Hm?, sure, what is it?"

He composed himself together before speaking.

"Why... Exactly did you dreamt me here?"

Lysandra placed her index finger near her chin, looking up for to find the Reason.

"I guess it's because i noticed your title."

He was visibly in confusion.

"Title?"

She walked closer to him and placed a hand in his chest.

"Son of Shadows."

No matter what she said, he was still in confusion.

"Son of Shadows?... Me?, wait..."

He immediately noticed that Title when he opened his status window, from the System, it has been there since day one of his journey.

"Get it now?"

Her hand was still placed in his chest, as he adjusts the information, but still couldn't find the answer.

"What about the title of Son of Shadows?"

She goes even more closer to him, making Arin flinch a little.

"That means you're basically the Son of the Strongest Celestial Architects, The Goddess of Shadows!"

"Goddess of Shadows?"

She gave a distance between them, and nodding her head lightly.

"Yeah, The Goddess of Shadows has been finding a perfect son for to pass her bloodline to without any reproduction, she takes incharge of your system, and your soul, which means..."

She paused her sentence for a moment, while her head slightly down.

"You... Have no limitations... At all."

Arin gasped, it was shockingly surprising for him that he doesn't have a limit to his level at all.

"Wait!, you mean... I can go beyond... SSS-Rank?..."

Lysandra looked up at him, then titled her head away afterwards.

"I... I don't know."

He smirked, with a little, yet warm smile.

"Thank you, Miss Lysandra."

Then he noticed that the void was breaking apart like a mirror shattering.

"Well, i guess our time is over, i'll wake up i guess."

Lysandra nodded, and waved at him goodbye, before disappearing deep into the void of dreams – the eternal light.

[...]

Arin slowly opened his eyes, while squinting, half asleep.

"Agh... I guess i have... Found out one thing..."

He immediately stood up between his feet, and looked straight at the wall.

"System open, status of the goddess i just saw in my weird void dream."

{} {} {}

{Name- Lysandra Enoch}

{HP- 546,566,850 / 546,566,850}

{MP- 374,623,112 / 374,623,112}

{Level- 4560}

{Rank- SS}

{Occupation- One of the Seven Celestial Architects}

{the Weaver of Dream, Light and Hope}

• Stats •

{Strength- 1,234,628,112 (+100)}

{Agility- 1,184,536,775 (+80)}

{IQ- ???}

{Speed- Unidentified.}

{Defense- 1,225,662,789}

• Abilities/Skills •

{Dawn of Light Lv. ???}

{Rest is unidentified.}

• Current Status •

{Unknown}

{} {} {}

"Ah... Just as I expected, she's pretty unknown because i haven't got many information about her... But..."

His eyes we're bamboozled by her insane stats, almost as he was just an ant to her.

"One... ONE BILLION?!"

"Her Health is also high... And MP... Gosh, SS-Rank?, that's insanely high."

He immediately closed the system, after Fania walked in, and bowing gracefully.

"Excuse me."

He lightly waved his hands nervously.

"Ah!, we're childhood friends, it's fine to just be casual to me."

Afterwards, he lowered his arms and looked at her with a serious look.

"What is it Fania?"

She cleared her throat, then stood up straight, speaking up with a ecstatic tone, but also calm.

"Do you know her?"

Arin asked curiously.

"Who?–"

When Fania got out of the way of his view, a girl was standing here, the one that he was looking for – Ariella Ferria.

"Ariella?!"

She was just standing there, her eyes, looked traumatized and horrified, something... Might have caused this to her.

[...]

2 weeks later...

Ariella and Arin was taking a nice scroll through the town, it was summer anyways, the best season to go for a walk.

"So... I have given you much time to compose yourself, is everything alright?"

She didn't want to talk, she, also got lost in the forest, and also trying to look for Arin, but since she was spotted by many evildoers (assassins), Ariella almost got raped, but luck kicks in when she was saved by a certain man.

It had long bangs, black hair, and a kimono outfit, possibly a samurai.

The Four men that was going to rape her stopped at first, irritated that the samurai's interference got them exposed.

They had no chance but to fight back, because Samurai's are known for being resilient, and precised from their movements, and also works for the kingdom, to gain more knowledge and reports.

Three of them charged at the Samurai, then, with a swift, precised cut.

The three men, who held a knife in their pockets, we're instantly slashed in the chest, cut deeply, eventually leading to blood loss.

The single men who was holding Ariella tightly was terrified, and tried to run with her in his hands.

But his head was cut off from his body in a second.

After the bloodshed, the Samurai kneeled down to the healer.

"Are you alright?"

His voice, was both lighthearted, and sincere.

She couldn't talk, her b's was sticking out, the Samurai noticed this and gave his kimono to cover her chest.

He felt like a gentleman.

"There, i'll watch over you, don't worry."

Ariella looked up at him as she wore the kimono slowly and steadily, after wearing it completely, he asked for his identity.

"E... Excuse me... Who... Are you?"

The samurai chuckled softly.

"My name is... Anim..."

His voice faded.

[...]

Ariella was back to her consciousness after all that sudden flash of memory.

"So uhm... Are you okay?"

Arin stopped yapping completely, after finishing 2 paragraphs of his 'story'.

She titled her head slowly at him, with a smooth motion, then, she looked up at the blue sky.

"...Yeah... I'm fine..."

...Her eyes became full of life... Again.