Life is full of discovery and confusion. Therefore, there is nothing to gain from becoming weaker and poorer in this world.

Since I was born into a low-class family in a small country called Frenz, I've realized there is little benefit in being poor. We, the ones at the bottom, have somehow earned the title of "peasants."

But it doesn't really matter to my family what these arrogant, diamond-spooned bastard say about us. Despite our poverty and daily struggles, I believe my family is the happiest in the world.

My mother works as a maid and my father is a mercenary. Being a maid in this country is a big deal to these bastards, who only think about spending money, sleeping. They even buy other races as slaves.

While being a mercenary is an honorable job, much like being a soldier, there are differences. Soldiers protect and serve their country or empire, whereas mercenaries are paid warriors who deal with threats or deliver important item and mission. That's why I idolize my father more than the soldiers of this country.

In this country, it is hard to make friends, not only because most people here are wealthy but also because even the middle and low classes are treated with disdain. When I asked my mother about this, her only response was, "Don't mind it, honey. They are just suffering like us. Befriending them is a waste of time."

I didn't understand why my mother responded that way, but I was just a child at the time, so I nodded without fully comprehending. Despite how others treated my family, there was one person my parents were close to: Mr. James Smith. He was the owner of a bookstore and a wealthy man.

Mr. Smith lived alone because he focused solely on selling books. He treated everyone equally, regardless of their social class. That's why he is the second person I idolize.

I remember a line from a poem that Mr. James Smith wrote, which I really enjoyed: "We can walk together on the same path if the world finds the important part."

I didn't fully understand it, but I still enjoyed it immensely. That moment sparked my interest in poetry. I remember my first piece was about heartbreak. I didn't know why I wrote it at the time, but I had seen a man on the street crying. When I asked him why, he said, "My girlfriend left me for a wealthy man."

Inspired by his story, I wrote a poem titled "What Can I Do." It was my first poem, and when I showed it to Mr. James, he laughed and asked why I would write about something I hadn't experienced. I was very upset with him at that moment.

And poor life but a peaceful and happiest day of my family shattered when that time happen, while i'm enjoying my time at Mr James bookstore helping him in stuff, a sky suddenly slashed, i was bit shock but amaze because i see a tone of star from that, it was almost night at that time it happen.

When i go outside, a lot people watching it, suddenly it change when, a governor of the country announce using what they called "FAS", that time a noise of civilian degressing and started to listen, a announce is, "This is your governor, this is state of emergency, a undetify treat was appear at the sky, all the civilian and mostly the higher class should be evacuate, soon as possible"

What else could happen? They didn't even care, and of course, neither did I. While I stayed there, others thought it was a miracle. I saw some praying and thanking God for it. As for me, I was simply amazed because it reminded me of something I had read in one of the books Mr. James discarded.

While everyone was watching with hope and joy, believing in a miracle, the situation turned to horror. A gigantic, glowing red eye appeared in the sky, looking down at us.

People were trembling and others began to run, chaos engulfing the streets of the country. While they fled for their lives, I remained there, still watching. I felt as though the eye was fixated on me, my mind blank with fear. Suddenly, Mr. James grabbed my hand and swiftly carried me away.

Reality kicked in, and I snapped out of my daze, my head throbbing with confusion. Mr. James, sweating and bewildered, ran with me in tow. I noticed that he was moving at an incredible speed, effortlessly leaping over buildings, a feat only possible for those with a rare ability known as mantaria.

Mantaria was a type of energy that allowed individuals to manipulate elements or acquire powers. There were even cultivation techniques associated with it, enabling one to enhance their abilities further.

I was amazed to discover such power existed, having only recently read about it. I questioned Mr. James about mantaria, but he initially denied having any connection to it. It wasn't until he rescued me using mantaria that he revealed the truth. I was shocked and confused by his deception.

As I about to opened my mouth to speak, Mr. James quickly interjected, "Please, no questions for now." Despite his struggle, sweat, and exhaustion, he managed a reassuring smile.

As we hurriedly left the area, a strange and ominous sound echoed throughout the land of Frenz. Mr. James's reaction was peculiar; he seemed nervous and angry as he muttered, "Why so fast?"

His pace quickened, and he turned to me urgently, saying, "Morgan, don't look at the sky right now. Hide your face behind my arm, okay?" I nodded, and suddenly, I felt his body grow warmer.

Suddenly, an intense gravitational force overcame my body as Mr. James ran at an impressive speed. I managed to hold on for a few seconds before fainting, while Mr. James continued to run.

When I regained consciousness, Mr. James had carried me far away from the country. He took a deep breath and muttered, "I wasn't in my prime to run this fast, but I'm glad we got here so quickly."

Gently laying me on the ground, he turned his attention back to the sky, his expression intense. "Why the hell did it appear... there's only one explanation..." As he spoke, I slowly regained consciousness.

Mr. James hurried over to me, a look of concern on his face. "Are you okay, Morgan?" I held my head, the pain unbearable, and my vision blurred.

"I'm okay," I managed to say, relieved to see Mr. James's worry ease. But that relief quickly turned to shock as a powerful shockwave rippled through the air. Mr. James rushed to me and grabbed me, reassuring me that it would soon pass.

Within moments, the shockwave subsided, and we cautiously looked back at the country. Despite Mr. James taking me far away, I could still see the destruction. Thankfully, my parents were away on business in another country and were due back next week. That's why I was with Mr. James.

In that moment, I realized there was so much more to discover and experience in this world, a mix of excitement and fear washing over me as I contemplated what lay ahead.