Once, born a genius in a village, he was as intelligent as a scholar, as handsome as a nobleman and as charismatic as a prince, yet he was just a villager.
During his time in the village, he was bored, because his father, the village chief, wanted to marry his son off to a woman, he wasn't interested. But his father, as stubborn as a donkey, forced him to get married. The young genius, intelligent compared to his father, had an idea.
On the day of the wedding, the groom was nowhere to be seen, having run away from his forced marriage. The father was furious and ordered the prosecution of his son. However, they were unable to find him, as there were no footprints.
The young genius was, after all, intelligent and didn't need to walk or hide.
"So how did the genie get away ?" said one of the villagers who'd been looking for him.
The ground was too small for him, so he took to the skies.
The sky was vast, and he could fly thanks to his luck, which enabled him to obtain a mana stone and a mana core, but also to his intelligence, which enabled him to make a magic kite with his ingredients.
Earlier, on one of his hikes, he came across a jar containing fireflies. When he opened it, they drew a map for him. This made him curious, enough to decide to go exploring.
Thirsty for discovery, he set off, using his kite to travel the world. As he traveled the nine worlds, he discovered companions, civilizations and other living beings. Elves, dwarves, dragons, demons and giants. He was the first human to discover the nine kingdoms.
But that wasn't enough, so he sank into the depths, where the fireflies couldn't guide him, outside the nine kingdoms he discovered nothing, the outside was empty and dark, yet he felt something dark and evil as if the blackness wanted to absorb him, to take possession of him, to become one.
Out of unease he left, leaving the void behind him, for fear of something ill-intentioned.
At that moment, he was stunned, his eyes dazzled by the beauty and his heart racing. Then he made the discovery that no one had ever known, before him stretched the nine kingdoms, linked together by branches. He saw a tree, a very big tree, so big that it could not be measured, for it alone contained all nine kingdoms.
He saw an big eagle perched atop the tree, where the roots were, a dragon snake of gigantic size slithered through the roots, at the very top of the tree was a goat, which ate the leaves of the tree, as well as a deer, and finally a squirrel, which ran around endlessly, wanting to sow discord between the eagle and the dragon.
Despite this discovery, he still felt a sense of unease that prompted him to return to his kingdom, leaving behind only regret, and it was with this in mind that the fireflies pointed him in the direction of Midgard.
Back in his village, the first people to notice him were astonished by his return, but also by his appearance, for he had aged, only three years had passed since he left, yet his appearance indicated that he had been gone for fifteen years, the cause of which was the void, he thought as he recalled the feeling of unease.
Alerted by his son's arrival, his father saw him and took him by the arm, apologizing for having forced his marriage against his will. His son, seeing him like this, was touched and told him not to worry; if it had been before, he would have spat in his face, but he had acquired wisdom and maturity during his trip.
But that wasn't the purpose of his visit, so he reported to his father his discoveries, civilizations, races, and the world beyond the nine kingdoms. His reaction was surprised by this discovery, and he recommended that he write a book about his journey and also about this world.
His son listened, and did the work, later his book had become so popular that the King of Midgard himself paid him a visit, giving him the title of nobleman, so that he had become the scholar of the royal court.
So he was nicknamed Magnus Stone, the genius comparable to God.
Later he lived happily with a family and died of old age.