As he lay back, trying to piece together the fragmented puzzle of his situation, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind, breaking the silence.
"Congratulations to the host for discovering the situation the host is in. As a result of that, the system begins to manifest."
Lysander sat up abruptly, looking around the room. The voice was clear, almost mechanical, yet there was no one else in the room.
"Welcome to this world, Lysander Aurelius. I am the system that will guide you and show you the path. The authoring system starts now."
A flurry of information flooded his mind, accompanied by a distinct display that seemed to hover before his eyes:
Name: Lysander Aurelius
Age: 14 years
Strength: 10
Speed: 9
Agility: 6
Mana:21
Blessing: Locked
Bloodline: Locked
Mission: Enter the academy in the next two months and get every stat above 20 before the academy.
Reward: Avatar
Mission: Acquire two pieces of legendary artifacts at the auction in the next month.
Reward: Wisdom glasses (can be integrated into the host's body)
"As a welcoming gift to this world, the host will receive a growth boost potion for free. Please complete the missions if the host wishes to interact with the system further."
As the messages faded, a sudden quiet settled over the room. If not for the mechanical tone of the voice and the purple potion that had materialized on his lap, Lysander might have dismissed it as a prank or a hallucination. But the tangible evidence was undeniable—a system, as bizarre as it seemed, was now part of his reality.
The concept of a system, though unusual, was not entirely surprising given his recent experiences. The notion of transmigrating into another world was already far beyond normal, making the appearance of a guiding system seem like just another layer of complexity. With this new development, he could discount the hypothesis that someone was trying to control him within this world and that his memories of a previous life were false. If someone were indeed trying to manipulate him, they would hardly provide him with a system that offered such clear benefits and opportunities for growth.
Examining the purple potion in his hand, Lysander knew he had to embrace whatever advantage he could. "A growth boost potion," he mused, eyeing the liquid. If this system was anything like the game systems he remembered from his previous life, such items were incredibly valuable.
With determination, he uncorked the bottle and drank it down in one gulp. The liquid was cool and surprisingly pleasant, subtle energy spreading through his body almost immediately. He felt a slight tingling sensation, as though his muscles and bones were being gently fortified.
The system's missions were straightforward: improve his stats and acquire artifacts. Power was essential. Without it, freedom and safety were mere illusions. He knew he was no saint; if the opportunity for power presented itself, he would seize it without hesitation. Family, however, was a different matter. They were the only ones he would protect unconditionally.
As he contemplated his next steps, he realized the potential of the system. It wasn't just a tool; it was a lifeline. If he played his cards right, he could gain the strength and influence needed to secure his place in this world. The plot of the novel could be a useful guide, but it was his life now. If diverging from the storyline granted him more power or ensured his safety, then so be it.
Lysander stood and walked to the ornate mirror in his room. His reflection stared back at him—a young noble with soft features and a determined gaze. He could see the potential within himself, the resilience that had carried over from his previous life and now merged with his new identity.
He flexed his fingers, feeling the newfound strength coursing through his veins. The boost potion had already begun to work, enhancing his physical capabilities. It was time to strategize. The academy awaited in two months, and he needed to be prepared. Increasing his stats would require intense training, possibly seeking out trainers or resources within the estate. The auction for the legendary artifacts was a more immediate challenge. He would need information, funds, and perhaps a bit of cunning to secure those items.
With a plan forming in his mind, Lysander felt a surge of confidence. He was no longer a passive participant in someone else's story; he was the author of his own destiny. The system was both a guide and a tool, and he intended to use it to its fullest potential.
…
As darkness enveloped the mansion, casting long shadows across its opulent hallways, Lysander descended to the first floor for dinner with his mother. The soft glow of candlelight flickered, creating a warm and inviting ambiance despite the encroaching night. As he entered the grand dining hall, he noticed another figure sitting beside his mother at the head of the table.
His father, Alaric Aurelius, was a commanding presence. With striking blue hair and firm facial muscles, his features were both stern and regal. His piercing eyes, the color of a clear summer sky, spoke of wisdom and authority, while a well-trimmed beard added to his dignified appearance. Alaric's broad shoulders and muscular build were a testament to his prowess and leadership as the head of the Aurelius family. His presence exuded a blend of strength and warmth, creating an aura of a man who was both a formidable leader and a devoted father.
"So, I heard that you've already recovered from the fever. It's good to see you back," Alaric said, his voice carrying a stern but unmistakable undercurrent of affection.
"We've prepared several delicacies tonight to celebrate your father's return and your recovery," Seraphina chimed in, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze.
Lysander glanced at the myriad of dishes spread across the table. The feast was a sensory delight, with dishes meticulously prepared to tantalize the taste buds. There were roasted pheasants glazed with honey and herbs, their golden-brown skin crackling invitingly. A platter of fresh, vibrant vegetables—carrots, asparagus, and heirloom tomatoes—arranged artistically, caught his eye. Bowls of creamy soup, fragrant with spices and garnished with fresh herbs, sat beside plates of tender lamb chops marinated in a rich, savory sauce. A variety of exotic fruits, sliced and arranged in colorful patterns, added a touch of sweetness to the feast.
"Lish, we are worried about your strength when you enroll in the academy. There, the law can't protect you, and only strength matters," Alaric said, his concern evident in his tone.
"We plan to train you in these two months until you attend the academy. This isn't forcing you, okay?" Alaric added, his voice softening with genuine care.
"You may start later than the others since you've had many illnesses as a child, but don't let it bother you," Seraphina joined in, her eyes filled with maternal concern.
"If anyone tries to bully you, make sure to tell us or your big sister. I have ways to make them pay, even if our family doesn't rule there," Seraphina said, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.
At that moment, Lysander saw a different side of his mother. The loving and gentle woman transformed into a fierce protector, like a tigress ready to defend her cubs against any threat. It was both reassuring and awe-inspiring to witness her fierce determination to protect her family.
"It was one of my intentions to train as well," Lysander said, his voice steady. "I wonder who my instructor will be?"
His mother's face lit up with a smile. "Hehe, it will be your grandmother. She will be quite excited to meet you after such a long time," Seraphina said, her own eagerness evident.
Lysander's curiosity was piqued. His grandmother was a figure he had heard much about but remembered little. She was renowned for her strength and wisdom, a matriarch who commanded respect. "Grandmother, huh? I look forward to it," he said, a hint of anticipation in his voice.
Alaric nodded approvingly. "Your grandmother is a remarkable woman. She has trained many of our finest warriors. Her methods are tough, but they will prepare you for anything you might face."
As they continued to converse, the family bond was palpable. The dinner table, adorned with an array of culinary masterpieces, became a place of warmth and connection. Lysander's resolve to grow stronger solidified further, fueled by the love and support of his family.
Throughout the meal, they discussed various aspects of his upcoming training. Alaric shared stories of his own experiences at the academy, emphasizing the importance of strength and strategy. Seraphina offered practical advice on how to navigate the social dynamics and challenges he might face. Their voices blended with the clinking of silverware and the soft rustle of fabric, creating a harmonious symphony of familial love and guidance.