Dyvon Wonaleir, the strongest man alive in his past life. His gray hair that he inherited from his mother and golden eyes that he inherited from his father give everyone around him thinks his from a noble family.
Dyvon's family is neither noble nor poor family, they're family consist of knights that serve the king of Helenguard. Even though they don't particularly serve the king under it's command like the commander in chief of the knights, his father and ancestors serve the king by being a normal soldier.
The King of Helenguard who recognize the loyalty of the Wonaleir family, gifted them a full set of equipment that's not antique nor unique but it's considered to be made by the rarest materials possible so the family of Wonaleir take it and pass it down through it's descendants.
The current holder of that equipment is the father of Dyvon, Dyn Wonaleir, the current captain of 6th division of Falcon Order of the knights battalion.
"Oh! This is my lovely son! I think he really resembles me!" Dyn said boasting to his wife.
The mother of Dyvon, Feryvon Wonaleir, a house wife.
"Cut it out! He resembles me the most don't you see it? Our face are exactly the same" Feryvon claim.
'Haha.. this is really.. my family after all. They're smiles and the peaceful life that we once have. I- I don't want that to happen again. I will change this future, I will promise to my self that I will kill that mothe-"
Then 5 years had past peacefully, Dyvon trained his self physically in secret and tried to develop his force and mana at a young age.
[Force: A physical energy that flows at every invidual. It serve as the major system that make your body works including your heartbeat]
[Mana: A mystical particle that flows all around the world. It serve as the foundation of magic]
"Dyvon! It's time to go we need to go right in time so that we wouldn't miss the priest" Dyn called Dyvon.
Today was Dyvon's 5th birthday and a special one at that because at the age of 5 the universe will recognize a person and give it the system.
The church give the ritual so that when the universe gives the system it wouldn't cause death.
"Ok dad I'm coming!" Dyvon replied.
But because Dyvon had the memories of his past life he could be considered as something abnormal by the universe. That's why he hasn't make some big steps that will led everyone to laid they're eyes on him so that's why he just planned to be recognize as slightly above a normal child. To be precise between a normal child and a genius.
'Hm I wonder where this path will go if I bd recognize as someone that had talent.. maybe the baron, no the viscount, or even the marquis would like to take me and train me' Dyvon thought.
"Where here! The Church of Gilfiona(Light)"
'Heh.. So this is where my story begins'