The battlefield had finally stilled after a day of relentless clashes. Dust hung in the air like the echoes of war itself.
Ten fighters had entered the Youth Crown bracket.
Now, only five remained.
And only three would stand at the top.
The high chancellor of the Tournament stepped forward, holding a sealed box glowing with mana. Inside—five folded parchments, each bearing a name.
"The draw will now commence," the announcer declared, voice echoing across the coliseum.
"Those who remain—step forward and choose your fate."
From the gathered five—Arthur Valerian, Elias Elydrion, Julian Reinhart, Veylan Drakmore, and Feldine Sagnius—the first to move was Julian.
Clad in dark red with his crimson spear resting across his back, Julian walked to the box and calmly reached in.
He unfolded the parchment.
"Veylan Drakmore," he read.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Julian looked toward the quiet boy with pale eyes and silver-blue hair.
Veylan didn't say a word. He merely nodded once, stepping beside Julian. Their battle would come later.
Next, Feldine Sagnius—the bright-eyed genius from the Arcane Citadel, wrapped in her flowing golden robes—stepped up to the box.
he reached in.
he drew her name with steady fingers.
Her eyes scanned the name—and visibly tensed.
"Elias Elydrion…"
A hush fell over the arena.
The fifth prince.
The heir of Solan Marvek.
......….
Elias vs. Feldine
The crowd was still buzzing from the name draws.
Elias Elydrion stood silently, his gaze fixed on the figure across the field.
Feldine Sagnius.
Feldine was not the villain.
He was the cold, calculating genius who walked beside Julian. A major lead. A wild card.
The kind of character who never spoke unless it mattered.
The kind who could kill and still be adored.
The kind readers debated for years.
And now he was here. Alive. Breathing.
Staring right back at Elias.
"I used to read about you," Elias thought. "Now I have to fight you."
He had no knowledge of the endgame.
No idea what Feldine's limits were.
"I don't know if you turn evil…
I don't know if you die…
Or if you survive until the last chapter."
He knew only one thing:
Feldine was never weaker than Julian.
And right now, Julian Reinhart stood in another part of the tournament…
If Feldine was anything like he remembered, this would not be easy.
And Elias… he was no side character either.
He was born in the body of the Fifth Prince, yes—
But not just any prince.
He was the only child whose blood rivaled the Crownless King himself.
He had magic. Swordsmanship. A unique skill that could bend space itself.
And one truth on his side:
He didn't come here to follow someone else's story.
He came here to rewrite it.
Feldine stood at the opposite end of the arena.
His golden robes fluttered in the wind.
His face was pale, eyes unreadable, almost lifeless.
But behind those quiet eyes… burned a hatred carved in silence.
The fight with Arthur—when his arcane shields were broken clean by a human's sword strike—shattered something in him.
"Humans… They are not weak. They are monsters of their own kind," he whispered.
After that defeat, he had pushed himself beyond the edge.
He broke into Peak Rank 1, and when he did—
Ding! [System Updated]
Skill Unlocked – [Domain: stable crown] (S+)
Feldine could only use it for 3 seconds. But even that window…
"Enough to end anything," he thought.
"Even him."
He was the second inheritor of Arcane Magic, after the Dragon Emperor himself. His blood was old, his hatred young, and his will sharpened.
He would win. No matter who stood before him.
Far from the roaring arena, behind thick enchanted walls and ancient runes—
Arthur Valerian sat alone.
Ash Breaker leaned against the wall beside him. He hadn't moved for hours.
He simply watched.
Elaris," he murmured.
"Show me Elias Elydrion's current stats."
Status Sheet
Name: Elias Vale Elyndior
Age: 12
Race: Human (Divine-blooded)
Rank: 1 - Beginner
Core Grade: Crystal Core
Class: Magic Swordsman
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⚔️ Combat Style & Affinities
•Elemental Affinities: Ice, Air, Darkness, Lightning
•Combat Type: Balanced (Magic & Sword Hybrid)
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🌟 Unique Skill
Space Cut (Divine-Origin)
Allows Elias to slash through space and time itself, landing unavoidable spatial strikes.
Limit: 3 uses per day
Effect: Ignores conventional defense, bypasses physical distance, and creates instant-cut damage across dimensional space.
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📘 Skills
•4x A-Rank Skills – Mastery: 40%
•Two Magic-based
•One Sword-based
•One Defense-based
•5x B-Rank Skills – Mastery: 50%
•2x C-Rank Skills – Mastery: Up to 70%
•D to F Rank Skills – Full access, no mastery yet
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🩸 Background
A transmigrator from another world — the exact method and reason for his arrival remain unknown. Reborn into the body of the 5th Prince of the Elyndior Empire, a figure originally destined to serve as a mere sidepiece to the empire's great story, Elias broke free from that fate.
•Bloodline: Carries the dormant power of a Divine Being, granting him:
•Massive mana reserves
•Enhanced physical stats (agility, strength, senses)
•Fast adaptability and growth potential
This divine bloodline is ancient and obscure, beyond the reach of modern diviners — even his own status screen cannot fully reveal its depth. The system refuses to elaborate, simply marking:
"Divine Interference Detected. Clearance Denied."
Status Sheet
Name: Feldine Sagnius
Age: 12
Race: Vampire
Rank: 1 - Beginner
Core Grade: Crystal Core
Class: Mage
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✨ Affinities & Magic
•Inherited Magic: Arcane Magic (2nd only to the Dragon Emperor)
•Elemental Affinity: All Natural Affinities (Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning, Ice, Darkness, Light)
Born with a deep connection to all natural elements, allowing for high versatility in spellcasting.
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🧬 Unique Skills
1.Blood Regeneration
Accelerated regeneration when in contact with blood. Can restore limbs and deep wounds nearly instantly.
2.Vampire Eyes
Eyes infused with ancient mana, capable of detecting and tracking any mana signature, no matter how small or hidden.
3.Lord of Night
Renamed: Eclipse Sovereignty
A hybrid-type unique skill. When activated, grants immense power in darkness or at night.
Combines elemental casting (Darkness, Wind, Ice) into advanced chained spells. Strength, mana control, and speed are significantly boosted during activation.
Can only be used for short durations due to mental and physical burden.
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📘 Skills
•4x A-Rank Skills – Mastery: up to 35% (one at 40%)
•5x B-Rank Skills – Mastery: 50%
•3x C-Rank Skills – Mastery: 60%
•D-Rank Skills – Mastery: 80%
•E & F Rank Skills – Fully Mastered
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🩸 Background
Heir of the ancient and noble House Sagnius, Feldine is among the rare few born with Arcane Inheritance and the System — a powerful artifact-level consciousness bound to his soul.
•System Origin: Unknown
Even high-level scans can't trace the origin of Feldine's system. When scanned, it returns:
"Clearance Denied. System protected under Divine Seal."
•Though he appears composed, he hides an unshakable belief: that power is everything— and strength is the only truth.
•After losing once to Arthur, Feldine's views shifted. Humans — once underestimated — have earned his genuine respect.
Arthur seeing their status smile a little
" It's going to be interesting"
.......
The sky dimmed slightly as the mana pressure of two prodigies clashed on the battlefield. The arena fell silent, not out of fear—but awe. The golden-haired boy in silver robes stood with grace and precision, while the white-haired vampire's gaze shone like obsidian voids, focused and deadly.
Elias Vale Elyndior, sword drawn—its blade silver like starlight. His platinum hair shimmered under the mana lamps, his blue eyes calm, precise, almost too mature for a boy of twelve.
Feldine Sagnius, dressed in dark battlecloth, eyes like polished jet, bore the mark of nobility and the arcane legacy of his house. His magic roiled like a storm behind his calm demeanor.
Feldine raised a hand. A fireball surged forward with a roar—no chant, just pure control.
Elias stepped forward, blade in reverse grip, and sliced clean through the fireball, sparks fluttering in the air like fireflies.
Without pause, Elias formed a dark sphere, hurling it forward.
Light met darkness. Feldine's light balls spun and collided with Elias's dark magic—causing a violent magical implosion midair that lit up the whole arena.
But Feldine didn't stop.
"Blink," he whispered.
The vampire disappeared, reappearing behind Elias with twin daggers laced with toxin, aimed at vital points.
But Elias… had already moved.
He leapt to the side, anticipating it.
Mana Defense flared around him—a quick layer of energy protecting his flank.
"You always flank," Elias muttered, and cast a lightning spell mid-air.
⚡ Lightning lances burst from four angles—north, east, south, and west—converging on Feldine's position like a cage of pure thunder.
But Feldine blinked again—fluid, untouchable
The vampire chanted quick, then cast "Acceleration", his figure blurring and vanishing in speed trails.
A storm of mana bullets rained toward Elias.
With grace, Elias parried and spun, sword dancing, slicing each mana bullet cleanly out of the air.
But Feldine pushed harder.
"Double Acceleration."
Now he moved like a phantom—barely visible—his figure streaking in an afterimage.
Suddenly, the air thickened.
An arcane circle formed above him, ancient and ominous.
Dark tendrils twisted in the center.
"Arcane Summon: Dark Sprites."
Tiny dark spirits emerged—floating, eyes glowing. They screeched in unison and fired dark light beams at Elias from multiple angles.
Elias didn't falter.
He thrust his sword into the ground and raised his palm.
"A-Rank Skill: Star Mirror Guard."
A massive, radiant shield of mirrored hexagons formed in front of him—reflecting mana, twisting the angle of attacks.
The dark light struck the mirrored barrier… and rebounded in wild angles, vaporizing sections of arena flooring, but not touching Elias.
The audience gasped. They had never seen defense magic so elegant, so precisely controlled.
Feldine narrowed his eyes. "He's not just strong… he's dangerous."
Feldine's hand raised again. This time, the temperature dropped.
He formed spears of ice, seven of them, each rotating mid-air like orbiting blades.
With a shout, he launched them like missiles.
The ice spears tore through the air, forming a spiral as they homed in on Elias.
Elias moved—not backward, but forward. His blade danced like a comet, striking each spear in succession.
One—Two—Three… Shattering with every swing.
But the last one came too fast.
"Frost Bloom." Feldine whispered a passive trigger.
The last spear exploded midair, releasing a dome of freezing fog and shrapnel.
Elias was engulfed.