Five Years Later

Inside a room.

The room was filled with shelves and books, clearly a library.

The library had multiple shelves, well-organized and segmented by category. In addition, there was a door. This door was black with various fine details, radiating an aura of mystery.

If you looked closely, you could notice that this door had strange runic patterns arranged along with some lines.

In the center of the room was a table. This table was being illuminated by sunlight, which, while not intense, was enough to illuminate the rest of the room.

A boy sat in one of the chairs at the table, reading a book. Next to the table were many more books stacked, enough to easily tower over him.

A very strange sight, one that would not normally be seen on such a small child.

The boy appeared to be about five years old. His platinum-white hair was short, and when it met the sunlight, it gave off a certain shine that made him even more attractive.

His eyes, blue with hints of purple, had a certain brilliance that made them look like a pair of gems.

His face, although childlike, already showed signs of what the boy would become in the future: a handsome boy. In fact, at this point in his life, Astra already made the maids who saw him blush. If it weren't for the strict training the maids had undergone and their growing familiarity with his presence over time they wouldn't have been able to do their jobs properly.

Furthermore, his childlike face reflected things that shouldn't appear in a child; it displayed a certain aura of intellectualism, wisdom, and refinement. This made him look like a noble scholar.

He was dressed in a medieval noble suit; this suit was blue with white trim, and it also had gold details, which highlighted its quality and design.

That seated boy was none other than Astra.

It had been five years since Asta met his system and began his journey in the world of magic. A few months ago, his fifth birthday had been celebrated, and there was a large party with some guests from outside the mansion.

While the party wasn't as grand as one would expect from a nobleman, it was welcoming and entertaining enough by the standards of a child his age.

Likewise, Astra wouldn't mind a party much; even before he came to this world, he wasn't much for that kind of atmosphere, but since his family decided to throw it, he had no choice but to be there.

Turning to the window and seeing the scene outside, Astra couldn't help but sigh. Five years had passed, and many things had changed within him.

As time passed, he became more and more integrated with his new life and family.

As time went on, he went from initial discomfort to acceptance and integration. In fact, it was very difficult for him not to accept them.

Each and every member of this family, including the maids, butlers, guards, and other staff, treated him quite well and with affection.

He certainly had the advantage of being the youngest in the family, so everyone wanted to take care of him and was interested in him.

Likewise, if a stranger came to visit the mansion, they would see a touch of admiration for him among the entire staff.

This is because Astra had demonstrated his great intellect from a young age. He learned to speak, read, and write very early on, surprising everyone who lived with him.

He was considered a genius in the field of learning, although everyone thought it was a shame that his talent in cultivation wasn't that high, but they were still happy that he was an extremely outstanding child.

After all, Astra noticed that what worried his family most was him feeling inferior and becoming withdrawn because of his talent. So, seeing that his intelligence was so great, they were able to lift a weight off their shoulders.

After studying for so many years, he knew that people in this world typically begin their cultivation path between the ages of 8 and 10, classifying those who begin around the age of 8 as geniuses.

According to what he had learned and what he had consulted with his mother, all the members of his family had begun before the age of 8, making them geniuses among geniuses.

So, when he learned this, it didn't take him long to understand why his family was worried that he would feel a little inferior.

Talents in this world are divided as follows: low, medium, high, celestial, divine, and supreme. And each rank was further subdivided into initial, intermediate, and advanced.

According to the tests his family conducted a few years ago, his talent was at the low-medium level. But according to the system, his talent was at the origin rank, far surpassing the supreme rank.

On the other hand, while looking at his family's statuses, he only noticed that the lowest talent of all was a medium celestial.

Similarly, he was taught that while talent was an indicator, it didn't mean it was a limit; besides, if it was, it didn't matter.

The Stardust family should break every limit that came their way. That was their family's philosophy: hard work. No matter what you do or how much talent you have, you must strive to be better.

Furthermore, his mother also told him not to worry about his talent. She also once said that there were treasures capable of improving it, but he would have to wait until he grew older to be able to use them.

She also told him that his grandparents, his father, and his other mother, Amelia, had gotten him some treasures and were already on the waiting list.

That gesture filled him with warmth and emotion. He thought it would be like those stories where he would be marginalized, but it was quite the opposite.

He too had wanted to try the resources his family had prepared to enhance his talent, but then, thinking about the deal he'd made with the system and his original talent, he gave up on that idea.

The system also told him they would be useless; he couldn't keep filling a container that was already full.

So, he could only sigh and let it be. He knew he'd catch up after another five years and then return all the kindness and love they'd given him.

At that point, he really had no regrets; in fact, he feels like he'd finally taken advantage of the system. Although he can't cultivate himself, the benefits the Library of the Cosmos has given him are impossible to count.

Indeed, as they say: information is the most important thing.

It was something he'd been able to confirm with all his study.

Thinking about that, his mind moved to the three books in his system backpack.