The sky was overcast with thick clouds, as if reflecting the turmoil within Adam. The boy sat at the back of the class, immersed in his dark thoughts. It made sense—contradictions in a person's cold demeanor could provoke another's boiling anger. Everyone looked at him, irritated by his demeanor. The hardest thing was dealing with tangled emotions: not knowing whether it was fear, coldness, shock, or comfort. The hardest part of all was being afraid of losing someone who had become a part of you.
Meanwhile, the teacher spoke about the Seven Spears and their ultimate power. Her words sounded like faint whispers in his ears, as if the external world held no significance to him. The Seven Spears… The Holy Knights… SS missions… Words that echoed in his mind without meaning, for they meant nothing to him—or so he tried to convince himself.
Carla Brown, the stern-faced teacher, was explaining the concept of ranks and missions. In this world of magical raids and monsters, everything was classified. Tasks assigned to beginners and non-academy members ranged from D and C. If someone attempted missions above their level, such as B, A, or S, their fate was death—execution for breaking the rules. The elite tasks, carried out by the Spears and Holy Knights, bore the weight of the deadliest missions, those that could claim a warrior's life in an instant. SS-ranked missions were the toughest and most dangerous of all, requiring unparalleled strength and experience. As she continued her explanation, her eyes carefully observed Adam. She knew there was something within him—something complex and mysterious—that kept him from integrating with others.
At that moment, his eyes wandered to the ceiling with indifference, though his inner world was far from calm. Why did my parents name me Adam? The name felt like a burden weighing down his shoulders with a destiny he didn't want. He was anxiously awaiting the night to come, as his father had promised to train him in combat. But training with his father was nothing more than a series of repetitive beatings, as if training had become a means of perpetual punishment.
When Adam was eight years old, his father took advantage of his mother's pregnancy to pour all his ambitions onto him. He forced Adam into relentless, grueling training sessions. His parents lived in constant contradiction: his mother envisioned him as a great sorcerer, surrounding him with books on magic that he paid no attention to, while his father wanted him to become a fierce warrior. This contradiction left Adam feeling powerless and alienated from them both. Of course, they loved each other deeply—any disagreements between them eventually dissolved into trivial matters. Let the prince fulfill his role as a prince, the servant as a servant, the father as a father, and the son as a son. Commitment is the essence of responsibility, and it is through this commitment that one is held accountable for fulfilling their duties. André, his father, needed to care for Adam—the depressed, indifferent child—and give him hope to follow a straight path. The first step toward freedom is to stop blaming others.
Neil, the blond-haired boy who always appeared at critical moments, was everything Adam lacked. Naturally talented in combat, Neil's ability to control his energy was astounding. Neil's superiority over Adam was evident when Adam once saw him fight someone older than him. In less than two seconds, Neil defeated his opponent, igniting a faint flicker of envy within Adam for the first time. Envy—those thoughts, feelings, and actions that arise when one perceives their strong connection with someone is threatened by a rival, whether that rival is aware or unaware of their impact. Some say envy is the dislike of sharing what is rightfully one's own. Neil always acted as though he knew everything, as though he was born to be a great warrior or sorcerer. Every time Adam saw Neil, his feelings of inadequacy and weakness grew. But he didn't want to harbor those feelings—he wanted to live peacefully with his weakness.
On another occasion, while they were in the school's backyard, Neil approached Adam and asked, "Why aren't you like your mother? She's strong, a great sorceress. Why don't you have her abilities?"
This question was a direct stab at Adam's heart. He knew the answer well, but he didn't want to admit it. He wanted a normal life, a life free of the heavy expectations everyone placed on him. Yet he couldn't respond. Neil, with his cold smile, continued, "You have a barrier blocking mana flow within you. Maybe that's the reason. It seems something is preventing you from discovering your true power."
The next day, something happened that changed Neil's life entirely. His grandmother passed away after a severe illness, leaving him in a state of shock. Nevertheless, Neil refused all offers of adoption, choosing instead to lead an independent life, shaping his path as he wished. The last things his grandmother left him were a book and a modest sum of money. Neil loved challenges and hardships in life.
While Neil's life was changing, Adam's world was taking a mysterious turn. His father, who had left for a mission, had not returned for a week. His father had wanted to stay, but circumstances often play a decisive role in a person's life. No matter how committed one's promises are, unforeseen events or overwhelming forces can alter decisions. On the seventh day after André's departure, something unexpected occurred—everyone who knew André had their memories of him altered, as if he had become forgotten. What had happened? In the future, this mystery would unfold.
For the first time, his father had vanished in such a way. Meanwhile, Adam's mother, Mary, was on the verge of giving birth. She had fleeting, hazy memories of André, but paid them no attention. When she gave birth to her youngest daughter, Mila Ethan, something inexplicable occurred. An immense energy emanated from her, causing their mother to lose consciousness for an entire day due to the overwhelming aura she felt. This child was no ordinary one. On that same day, everyone in the nation of Rissel was struck by misfortune. Mila seemed to have absorbed every drop of luck. Anyone who ventured into battle lost. Those who played games got injured. Even the city's leader fell ill, and another lost the election. Any child born alongside Mila that day died as a result of the birthing process. We are talking about someone born in dazzling brilliance. Neil became very ill due to fever, as he was eager to read the book that his grandmother had left him. The musician no longer knew how to play and lost a competition There is a person who wanted a birthday gift for his daughter and it broke. Another person became mastered by the spell of magic and became incapacitated because he fought a ferocious bear. A competition from one of the associations chose the winner by lottery, but no one won. Another example is a 99-year-old old man who was ill for 45 days. He did not die on that day. He died, and more and more unlucky things. And negativity. If I were able, I would write an entire encyclopedia on the words luck. These are just examples of what happens to some people. That day is an hour of luck that is irreplaceable, so if luck smiles at you. So beware of pride Mary's shock was very strong and she did not know what to say due to the ease of birth and the great magic emanating from Mila. Adam's reaction was normal because he was sick that day, as he knew nothing about the pain of childbirth. Everyone became terrified since that day, which was Wednesday, became a holiday in many countries on the Gaia continent. Not everyone knows the reason for what happened, so they prayed to God that the day would be complete. I wonder what will happen in the coming days, with the shadow of evil emerging soon. Who will remain and who will die? This question will be answered in the future, and the fate that Adam will bear with his many dark thoughts about the world. Now we move a little away from the ill-fated city that day and head toward it A city will be destroyed. Hours from now, everyone is in the state of calm that prevailed that day in this city after the approaching storm
Somewhere far away, above the mist-covered mountains, and the rain pouring down, a mysterious figure stood in the darkness shadowily and in a low voice, muttering to himself, "The Holy Key has finally been born. Let us accomplish the task that seems rather difficult."