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Chapter 36 – The First Spark
The morning after the gathering was quieter than expected.
Most of the family was still asleep or nursing full bellies and heavy heads. But Kael… he woke early. Too early. There was a buzz in his chest that wouldn't let him rest.
He stepped outside, barefoot, into the dew-covered grass behind the manor. The sky was gray-blue, the sun just stretching over the hills. And in his hand… was the ring.
Lady Varena's gift.
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The Map That Breathes
"Seventeen," Kael whispered, eyes fixed on the silver.
Yes?
"Can you… activate this?"
There was a soft hum. The ring glowed faintly, then pulsed once.
It's not a ring. It's a seed.
Kael blinked. "A what?"
Press it to the ground. Let it drink the morning.
Confused, but curious, Kael crouched and pressed the glowing band into the wet earth. For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then the ground rippled.
Vines, pale and translucent, bloomed from the soil in a spiral. They wrapped around each other, forming a floating orb of glowing vines and shimmering symbols.
Kael gasped. Inside the orb… he saw a map. A 3D projection. Floating, alive.
It showed mountains, rivers, forests—and something else.
A dot.
Pulsing softly in the middle of a cursed forest just a few days' ride away.
"What is that?"
That, Seventeen said, is your first inheritance. From the old world. From the ones who walked before you.
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Interrupted Peace
Before Kael could ask more, his younger brother, Arien, wandered outside rubbing his eyes.
"Kael?"
Kael jumped, and the orb dissolved instantly into mist.
"Just… training."
Arien gave him a suspicious look. "You're always training now."
Kael crouched down and ruffled his brother's messy hair.
"That's cause the world's big, and I wanna protect you from it."
Arien frowned. "I don't want protection. I want to be strong with you."
Kael's chest tightened. He didn't know how to respond to that.
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The First Trial
Later that day, the village bell rang.
Trouble.
A group of adventurers—young, newly awakened—had gone into the East Woods and hadn't come back. The forest had turned restless lately. The elders said the beasts were stirring again.
Lady Varena frowned when she heard the news.
"Let him go," she said to Kael's parents.
"But he's just—"
"He needs to learn to walk the edges of safety before he runs off cliffs."
Kael didn't hesitate. This was his moment. His father handed him a short blade. His mother kissed his forehead with shaking hands.
And then Kael stepped into the woods alone.
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Inside the Forest
The East Woods were silent. Not peaceful—unnaturally quiet.
Kael moved carefully. His feet remembered what his father taught him. His breathing matched the rhythm of the wind.
Then he saw them.
Three adventurers, surrounded by a trio of rank-F lizard beasts. One was injured. The other two were protecting her.
Kael didn't think.
"Seventeen."
Ready.
"Skeletal Guard. Just one."
Magic surged through his fingertips like cold fire. A crack split the air, and a half-armored skeleton rose from the ground, shield in hand.
The lizard beasts paused. That hesitation was all Kael needed.
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The Fight
The skeleton charged, drawing two of the beasts toward it.
Kael leapt from behind, slashing with the blade. Not elegant. Not perfect.
But enough.
One beast fell.
The other turned toward Kael—and lunged.
Then—
Arien?!
A stone whizzed through the air, striking the beast's eye. Arien stood behind a tree, face pale but determined.
"You idiot!" Kael shouted. "I told you to stay!"
"I said I want to be strong too!"
Kael gritted his teeth. "Then stay alive!"
Together, they fought.
And together… they won.
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The Flame Within
Later, as the sun began to set, Kael sat beside the wounded adventurers, healing them with basic herbs. Arien dozed beside him, leaning against his arm.
Kael looked at his hands. Still shaking.
You did well, Seventeen whispered. But the path won't always be this kind. One step at a time.
Kael nodded.
He hadn't felt powerful.
He had felt real.
And in the flickering light of dusk, for the first time in his new life, Kael felt a spark of something small but unbreakable:
Purpose.
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Chapter 37 – Echoes and Embers
The forest never looked the same after a battle.
Trees that once whispered with wind now stood silent, as if mourning the blood spilled beneath their roots. Kael carried Arien on his back, the younger boy having dozed off from exhaustion the moment they'd bandaged the last of the injured adventurers.
The path back to the village felt longer. Not because of the distance—no, that had barely changed—but because something inside Kael had shifted.
He hadn't just survived.
He had made a choice.
To fight.
To protect.
To kill.
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A Mother's Wrath, a Father's Pride
The gates to the village creaked open. Guards looked stunned to see them—especially Kael, clothes torn and blood-spotted, carrying his unconscious brother like a sack of potatoes.
"KAEL!"
His mother's scream split the air as she raced from the crowd. Her eyes were wide, wild—pure fear.
Behind her, his father walked in silence. Slower. Eyes sharp. Measuring.
Kael barely had time to set Arien down before his mother reached him and pulled him into a desperate hug.
"You idiot," she whispered, voice trembling.
"I know," Kael whispered back.
Then a hand fell on his shoulder. Firm. Heavy.
His father.
"You did what had to be done," he said simply. "But next time… take backup."
Kael blinked.
That was all?
But when he looked into his father's eyes, he saw it—buried pride, edged with worry.
Kael turned to speak, but then—
A sharp slap struck his cheek.
Lady Varena.
Her expression was blank, eyes calm.
"That's for dragging your brother into the line of danger," she said coldly.
Then she stepped forward and embraced him.
"And that… is for bringing them all back alive."
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Whispers of the Forest
That night, Kael sat under the stars. Seventeen floated like a shadow behind his thoughts, silent for now. The ring-seed pulsed faintly in his pocket, reminding him of the dot on the map. The forest wasn't done with him yet.
His grandmother joined him, silent as a shadow herself. She sat beside him, wrapping a shawl around both of them.
"I was your age when I first killed," she said after a long silence.
Kael turned to her.
"It doesn't feel… good."
"No," she agreed. "It shouldn't. But sometimes, it must."
She stared into the stars.
"When you fight to protect someone… when your hands are bloody and your heart is screaming—that's when the world tries to break you. But if you don't bend, Kael… if you remember why you stood up in the first place…"
She touched his chest lightly.
"You'll never fall."
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The Dot on the Map
In the dead of night, Kael crept from the house and pressed the ring-seed into the dirt again. The vines bloomed, and the orb returned. The map pulsed. That same dot in the cursed forest glowed a little brighter now.
Seventeen?
Yes, Kael?
"What is that place?"
A vault. Buried long ago. Not by your gods—but by the others. One of many.
Kael's heart beat faster.
"Can I reach it?"
You're not strong enough. Not yet. But it's watching you now.
"…It?"
The vault. It dreams when magic stirs. You woke it when you summoned your first warrior.
Kael swallowed. Something cold danced at the back of his neck.
"Is that… good?"
A good story depends on how well it ends.
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And In the Village…
Arien didn't talk to Kael the next day.
He just sat with his stick-sword, practicing quietly.
Kael let him. He knew his brother. The anger would melt, but the fire in him now? That would stay.
The rescued adventurers had left at dawn, leaving behind small gifts and heavy thanks. Word spread. By sunset, Kael's name whispered through the streets—not in awe, not in fear.
But with respect.
A twelve-year-old boy had faced three beasts and lived.
The village would remember that.
And yet, Kael didn't feel proud. He only felt closer—to something bigger. Something waiting in the shadows of the world.
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Chapter 38 – The Vault Whispers
The forest had changed since the battle. Kael could feel it—not just in the way the trees leaned toward him when he passed or how the beasts near the edges retreated instead of growling. It was in the way the world watched.
Even the wind had weight.
His domain lay silent for now, the ring-seed nestled beneath his bed in its small wooden case. Kael hadn't opened it again.
Not after the whisper.
Not after the dream.
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The Dream of Bones
It came again that night. As the moon drifted high, Kael's eyes snapped open in a cold sweat. But it wasn't fear that woke him.
It was the voice.
"Come."
He stood in a field of white ash, his feet buried in bone dust. Skulls peeked out beneath shattered stones. Ahead, a door—a cracked gate of obsidian and ivory.
He didn't try to move toward it.
He just was there.
The door opened without a sound.
And inside… a throne.
On it sat a figure cloaked in shadow, a crown of jagged bone adorning its head.
"Little one," it rasped, "you are late."
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Morning After
Kael awoke gasping.
Seventeen's voice echoed immediately in his head.
"That wasn't me."
Kael sat up, wiping his face with trembling fingers. "I know."
"The vault remembers. You're stirring things older than this world. Be cautious."
He nodded slowly. "Was it… dangerous?"
"Not yet. But power never dreams without purpose."
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Family Routine
"Still not eating?" his sister Aelra teased as they sat for breakfast. She poked his cheek with a spoon. "You've gotten moodier since the forest fight."
Kael grunted.
"I'm thinking."
"Dangerous pastime," Arien muttered, mouth full of honeybread.
Their mother sighed from the kitchen. "You three bicker like wild cats."
Their father, sipping tea, raised an eyebrow. "Kael, you're taking your turn helping the guards today."
Kael blinked. "Why?"
"Because you fought. You earned their respect. Now you learn responsibility."
"…That's worse than the beasts."
Their mother smacked him with a towel.
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Domain: Changes Within
Later that evening, Kael slipped into the woods behind the house and summoned the ring-seed's vine gate. The domain opened with a soft hum, windless and warm.
It had grown.
The once-silent hill now held new shapes.
Three trees.
Each unique.
Each alive.
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1. Tree of Bonefang Apes (F-Rank)
From this gnarled beastwood trunk, a new monkey-like creature leapt down with curiosity and loyalty in its wide, hollow eyes. Bonefang Apes. Fast. Smart. Born from corpse-seed and magic.
They watched Kael, awaiting command.
He gave none.
They weren't weapons yet.
They were family.
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2. The Thornveil Sapling
Small. Twisted. It grew thick purple vines with barbs that shimmered faintly with mana. Seventeen had said it would help defend the domain. For now, it slumbered.
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3. The Huskroot Grove
Creepy. Silent. But in its shadow, skeletal roots crawled up and formed bone flowers. Seventeen whispered it was linked to his necromancer class—each kill powered its bloom.
He'd… worry about that later.
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In the God Shop
Kael sat beneath the Tree of Bonefang Apes and opened the golden interface of the god shop. Glowing tabs unfolded.
> — [Skills]
— [Weapons]
— [Summons]
— [Beast Eggs]
— [Artifacts]
— [Special] (Locked)
— [Blueprints]
His current points: 134
Enough for something small.
"Seventeen, help me out here."
"You don't need flashy right now. You need solid. Try a [Basic Summon Boost Gem]—makes your skeletons last longer. Or a [Minor Egg: Shadow Bat]. Cheap. Useful."
Kael nodded slowly.
"Let's get both."
[–100 Points Spent]
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End of the Day
Kael sat in his domain's growing center. His Bonefang Apes climbed trees. A Shadow Bat egg now pulsed quietly in a warm patch of mana-soaked soil. The skeletons wandered near the Huskroot Grove, burying bones from Kael's kills.
For the first time in days… he breathed.
No whispers.
No vault dreams.
Just the wind.
He was building something here.
Not just an army.
Not just a home.
But a future.
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End of Chapter 38