CHAPTER 1: THE MONSTER THAT WAS BORN

A Night That Shouldn't Have Existed

Lightning ripped across the sky. The air crackled, and the heavens themselves seemed to scream in agony.

BOOM!

Golden lightning—the kind that only strikes when fate itself is rewritten—rained down, setting the night ablaze.

In the grand halls of Bloodcrest Palace, even the mightiest warriors froze in terror.

Then, through the chaos, a cry echoed.

A cry not of pain.

Not of fear.

But of arrival.

That night, something unnatural was born.

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Selene Bloodcrest: A Mother's Madness

The room was filled with the scent of incense, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the walls. Selene lay on the bed, her body trembling as she fought through the final moments of labor. Reyzen stood beside her, his strong hand gripping hers, but even his presence couldn't calm the storm raging within her.Her breath fogging despite the warmth.

Then—a silence so unnatural it swallowed the world.

The midwife held her breath. The attendants froze, hands trembling.

Selene's eyes widened as a deep, bone-chilling cold spread through her veins. Her breathing slowed, her heart thudding like a war drum in her ears. She wanted to scream, but no voice came.

Then—whispers.

Not from the attendants, nor the midwife. They came from nowhere and everywhere.

"He has arrived."

"The heir to ruin."

"A god among men… or the end of them?"

A gust of wind blew through the chamber—yet all the doors and windows were shut. The candles flickered violently before snuffing out all at once. Darkness consumed the room.

Then… a single sound.

Not a newborn's cry. A heartbeat.

THUMP.

The midwife gasped as Kaito opened his eyes for the first time—crimson, burning, watching the world with a gaze too sharp, too knowing.

Selene felt her own soul tremble. This was not the gaze of a helpless child. This was a king born into flesh.

Reyzen clenched his fists. His son had arrived. And with him, the weight of destiny itself.

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Scene 2: Reyzen's Nightmare (The Foreboding Prophecy)

Reyzen found himself standing in a world of red skies and blackened earth.

The ground beneath his feet was soaked in blood, the air thick with the scent of death. Mountains lay shattered, oceans had been split apart like torn fabric.

At the center of it all… a single throne.

Kaito sat upon it, his body shrouded in shadows. A crimson aura pulsed around him, the very air trembling in submission. Beneath him, figures kneeled—not just men, but gods, demons, and kings alike.

A voice rumbled through the void.

"You wished for a son, Reyzen. But you have birthed something far greater... and far worse."

Suddenly, Kaito turned his gaze upon him. His crimson eyes burned like the sun.

Reyzen felt his lungs collapse. His vision blurred. A suffocating, unbearable pressure crushed him—like the weight of the universe had fallen upon his shoulders.

Then—darkness.

Reyzen jolted awake, gasping for breath. His entire body was drenched in sweat.

But worse… a sharp burning pain seared across his chest. He pulled back his robes—a fresh wound had appeared, cut across his ribs… as if something from the dream had followed him into reality.

He gritted his teeth.

"WHAT...HAVE I BROUGHT IN THIS WORLD?"

The First Moment of Madness: Kaito's Growth

From the moment Kaito could walk, he was unnatural.

By the time Kaito turned two,he was already speaking fluently. Unlike most children who struggled to form simple words, Kaito's speech was articulate precise -- unnaturally refined for a toddler 

Maids,knights,and even nobles who paise in disbelief when they heard the young child converse with wisdom far beyond his years.

Age 3 - First Step Into Magic 

At three,Kaito cast his first spell.

Selena had been entertaining him with a small flame in her palm when suddenly --he reached out. The fire, as if obeying him, flickered and changed form, bending unnaturally before settling into the shape of a small crimson dragon.

The room fell silent.

Even Reyzen, a man known for his indomitable will, stared in astonishment.

"....Selene." His voice unreadable. " Did you teach him that?" 

Selene slowly shook her head. "NO".

A three-year-old had just manipulated mana instinctively. 

Age 5 - A Warrior's Heart 

At five,kaito began sword training.

He was a child of curiosity and watched his father's sword training since childhood with excitement. His father always told him to grow a bit bigger in order to start swordsman ship.

Most children took months to adjust to their first wooden sword. Kaito? He adapted in a single day. 

His footwork, balance,and reaction speed were terrifying unnatural, almost as if he had already fought a hundred battles or even thousands in a past life.

Normal soldiers didn't stood a chance against him after just 3 days of training and just after a year of training Kaito was able to match toe to toe with his father's elite knights, warriors with decades of experience. They could barely manage to beat him and sometimes they were the one's beaten. 

The Second Moment of Madness: The Slave Incident

At age 6, Kaito did something that shook the entire dominion.

During a grand noble gathering, while the elites feasted and danced—

Kaito vanished.

No one knew where he went—until the guards found him.

In the lower city of slums.

The alley was dark, the stench of alcohol and filth thick in the air. Three men loomed over a small girl, her tattered clothes barely clinging to her frail body.

One of them grinned, twirling a dagger between his fingers. "You're worth a few gold coins, aren't ya?"

Then—a presence.

The air grew dense. Heavier.

One of the men swallowed hard. His instincts screamed at him to run.

A small figure stood at the entrance of the alley. Six years old. Dressed in fine robes. Eyes crimson like fresh blood.

Kaito took a step forward. The ground cracked beneath his foot.

One of the thugs sneered, stepping toward him. "Beat it, brat. Before I—"

His body froze.

His breath hitched. His legs wouldn't move.

"W-What the hell—"

The second thug felt a sudden, icy grip around his throat—but no one had touched him. He gasped, clawing at his own neck as invisible fingers tightened around his windpipe.

The man with the dagger lunged forward—only to find himself suspended mid-air, his body paralyzed in place.

Kaito didn't even blink. His voice was soft, almost gentle.

"I'll give you a chance." Run if you can."

The invisible force vanished. The men stumbled back, choking, their eyes wide with terror.

They ran.

The little girl trembled, staring at him with wide eyes. "Y-You… who are you?"

Kaito turned to her, his gaze unreadable. Then, he simply offered his hand.

"WANNA COME WITH ME ?"

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Scene 4: The Nobles' Outrage (Reyzen's Power Move)

The grand hall was silent as Kaito stood before the gathered nobles, the girl standing timidly at his side.

Then, a furious voice shattered the quiet.

"This is unacceptable!" A noble slammed his goblet onto the table, wine splattering across the marble floor. His face burned red with outrage. "A slave standing beside nobility? This is an insult to our bloodline!"

Murmurs of agreement spread through the chamber.

Another noble leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. "The boy… he's only six, yet he acts as if he commands us already."

Then—a low chuckle.

Reyzen leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist. His golden eyes gleamed, his voice dangerously smooth.

"Would you like to challenge my son's decision… in a duel?"

Silence.

The noble who had spoken turned pale. He gritted his teeth but said nothing.

Reyzen smirked. "I thought so."

He stood, his gaze sweeping over the room. "Kaito is my son. The heir to my blood. If he deems her worthy, then she is worthy." His tone turned sharp. "If any of you disagree… step forward."

Not a single soul moved.

Kaito, still just six years old, simply watched. His expression calm. Unbothered.

Even the most powerful nobles feared him already.

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"It's just the beginning."