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Arthur was a weak and cowardly boy who lacked the power to protect anyone—a truth brutally demonstrated when his parents were massacred while defending him during a Gate outbreak. As the sole survivor, Arthur spent weeks believing his life was over. When intense chest pains began, he assumed he'd been infected with corruption by the void creature that killed his parents and was merely waiting for death.
What Arthur didn't expect was that these sensations actually signaled his Realm Core forming. In two months' time, he would be forcefully transported to the next realm and awaken new powers, becoming one of the world-renowned "Chosen" who protect humanity from Gate outbreaks. Now Arthur must rise through the heights of power, climbing each of the seven realms in hopes of saving his world... or does he?

Realm Lord

Aziel circled him slowly, boots crushing the desiccated rose stems with each deliberate step. His gaze was penetrating, assessing every aspect of Arthur's form with the precision that belies his age.

"You aren't ever gonna be a good swordsman in the conventional term, no matter how much you train," Aziel declared, his voice cutting through the still air.

Arthur was thrown for a small loop after hearing him, breaking his stance in surprise. "What!?" His grip loosened momentarily on the sword hilt, the carefully maintained posture faltering.

Aziel stopped his circling and looked at Arthur sternly, unmoved by the reaction. The dead roses around them seemed to emphasize the harshness of his assessment. "Don't get your panties in a bunch," he said firmly. "I said in the conventional term, that doesn't mean you can't become effective with a sword..." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Now get back in your stance."

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