Chapter Three: Analysis of a new life
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Vin sat cross-legged on his bed, the soft rustling of the palace's heavy curtains the only sound in the dimly lit room. His thoughts were a storm, swirling with the weight of his new life. Each passing day since his transmigration had been filled with unexpected revelations, and his mind struggled to catch up.
He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the strange presence that had appeared in his mind—the Quartet System. He'd learned to navigate its basic functions, but today was different. Today, he had 50 points to allocate, the reward for his completed tasks.
A notification had popped up earlier that day, its text glowing in a faint blue hue.
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***Congratulations, Prince Vin. You have completed your initial tasks as part of the royal family. You have earned 50 points.
You can now allocate these points to improve your physical abilities, mental attributes, or magical proficiency.***
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Vin's heart raced as he hovered over the choices. Strength. Reflexes. Speed. IQ. His mind quickly ran through the options, weighing each attribute. He didn't have the luxury of time to experiment with the system, so the best course of action was to make his character more balanced for now—though instinct told him that increasing his strength was the key to standing out in the upcoming First Battle.
The system interface hovered before him, as if waiting for his command. His finger hovered over the various stats, the options flickering beneath his gaze.
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**Strength: 10
**Reflexes: 10
**Speed: 10
**IQ: 10
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Vin clicked on the Strength icon, dragging the points into the stat bar, feeling the weight of each point as it shifted across his mind. His strength rose from 10 to 60, a substantial increase. His muscles, though not visibly different yet, began to feel different as if something deep within him had unlocked. The room around him seemed to hum with the faint pulse of energy as the points settled.
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**Your physical power has been greatly enhanced. You will now be able to lift heavier objects, deliver stronger blows, and exert more control over your body's movements.**
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Next, he clicked on Reflexes and Speed, each remaining at 10, the system suggesting no immediate improvements.
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**Your reflexes are average. Further enhancement can be applied through physical training or magical means.**
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**Your speed is average. You may increase this through agility drills or magical advancements.**
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Vin didn't touch IQ, keeping it at 10 for now. It felt like a crucial resource, and he wasn't sure if enhancing it prematurely would complicate things. His mind buzzed with possibilities. With 50 points spent and his attributes set for now, he turned his attention to the larger picture. His body would grow stronger, but the true challenge was navigating his place in this new world.
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Sitting back on his bed, Vin let out a long breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He'd already made his decision about the system's point allocation, but what now? The weight of his new life hung on his shoulders like an unseen burden.
His room was quiet, a peaceful contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. The walls were decorated with royal tapestries depicting various battles and historical figures from the Mage Kingdom. They seemed so distant and unrelated to him now, but they were a part of this world he had to embrace.
He relaxed further, leaning against the pillows, and let his mind wander.
The Quartet System had been both a blessing and a curse. It had given him a power that he couldn't fully comprehend, but at the same time, it had isolated him. The system's presence in his mind was constant, almost suffocating. There were no instructions, no guides—just a series of flashing notifications and cryptic messages urging him to grow, to fight, and to win.
The more he thought about it, the more Vin realized that his life had changed irrevocably. No longer was he the cold-hearted killer he'd been in his past life. No longer did he lurk in the shadows of cities, taking jobs that stripped him of his humanity. No, now he was Prince Vin, heir to the throne of Ziad. He was part of a family—whether he liked it or not.
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The King, Chaden.
Vin's thoughts inevitably turned to his father. The man who had, at least on the surface, ruled Ziad with an iron fist. King Chaden was a figure of mystery. The little Vin had seen of him suggested someone who was calm, calculating, and incredibly strong. But beneath that exterior, was there a man who cared for his sons? Or was he merely grooming them for a future of power struggles?
Vin had met his older brothers briefly: Syia, the second prince, a water mage who had a calm, aloof demeanor, and Lyzan, the first prince, who seemed to exude an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. They were all skilled, each with a clear role in the kingdom's structure. But where did Vin fit into all of this? His magic, which was still a mystery, was weak compared to theirs. His skills in combat were unknown.
The thought made Vin's chest tighten. He had no idea how to approach them, and he certainly didn't know how to approach his father. This new family was full of unspoken rules, traditions, and expectations.
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**New Task: Analyze your family dynamics and relationships. Understand the power structure within the royal family to strategize your next steps.**
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Vin's eyes snapped open as the system pinged. Analyze? His new life had barely begun, and the system was already pushing him to navigate royal politics. Was this another task he needed to complete for points, or was it part of his larger mission? He wasn't sure yet.
Leaning back, he let his thoughts spiral into the labyrinth of family politics. King Chaden had spoken of the First Battle, and Vin knew that his participation was inevitable. But winning the throne wasn't the end. It was only the beginning of a larger game, a game that involved his brothers, his father, and every noble in the Mage Kingdom.
The First Battle wasn't just about strength. No, Vin had come to understand that it was far more complicated. Each of his brothers had their own strengths, their own unique abilities.
Syia, the second prince, was a Water Creator. His magic allowed him to manipulate water, creating powerful streams, weapons, and barriers. Water was versatile—fluid, ever-changing—and Syia's abilities reflected that. Vin had seen the grace with which he moved, the way his presence seemed to bend the very air around him. It was clear that Syia would be a formidable opponent.
Lyzan, the first prince, was a Fire Creator. Vin had heard rumors of Lyzan's power: his flames could scorch entire battlefields, and he commanded an intensity that few could match. He was an S rank a rankof greatness .But fire, as powerful as it was, had its limits. It could burn out. It could be contained. Lyzan's temper was just as volatile as his magic, making him unpredictable.
And then there was Vin. He was an Earth Creator. Earth was steady. Grounded. His abilities weren't as flashy as water or fire, but they were dependable. With enough concentration, Vin could move the very earth beneath his feet, shaping it, using it to his advantage. Earth had endurance. Earth was unyielding. But would it be enough to defeat his brothers?
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He shook his head, standing up and walking over to the window, staring out at the vast lands beyond the palace. The training grounds stretched far into the distance, with sparring pits, magical training zones, and combat arenas. Vin knew he had to train harder than ever before. His body needed to be as strong as his resolve. His magic would have to reach new heights if he were to survive the First Battle and the trials that awaited him.
And yet, even as he thought about the brutal preparations, a part of him hesitated. Would this new life of royalty be any better than his old one? Was he truly ready to fight for the throne, or was he simply a pawn in a game he didn't fully understand?
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**New Task: Prepare for the First Battle. Train your strength, refine your magic, and hone your skills.**
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Vin sighed. The system's tasks never ceased. But perhaps this time, he'd embrace them—not just as a means of survival, but as the key to understanding who he truly was in this world.