~[Menu]~
~[Name: Lucien Frost]~
~[Race: Void being]~
~[Title: Monarch of sins and darkness,
Human slayer,Beast slayer]~
~[Level: 5]~
~[Strength: 20]~
~[Agility: 20]~
~[Perception: 20]~
~[Defence: 20]~
~[HP: 50/50]~
~[Arcane: 100/100]~
~[System points:0]~
~[Skills]~
~[Mental Invasion]~
~[Arcane Punch]~
~[EXP: 30/800]~
~[Main Quest: Reach level 10 by the end of two months]~
The lecturer, a commanding presence, strode onto the stage of the cavernous entertainment hall. "Silence!" he boomed, his voice echoing through the space. A hush fell over the crowd of male and female students.
Suddenly, a wave of whispers rippled through the audience. All eyes turned towards the entrance as a vision of beauty entered the hall. Heads turned, jaws dropped. She moved with an effortless grace, her presence seeming to eclipse the other female students.
The captivating beauty made her way towards a solitary figure – a young man seated towards the back, his gaze fixed on something in his lap. He appeared engrossed, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him. She assumed he was immersed in his system, lost in the digital world.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke through the quiet. A girl with raven hair, seemingly lost and on the verge of panic, drew closer. Lucien, his head raised, met her gaze.
She was a striking figure: vibrant, fiery orange hair pulled back in a high ponytail, secured with a dark band. Her bangs framed a delicate face, dominated by large, expressive amber eyes that held a hint of seriousness. A small, slightly downturned mouth suggested a pensive mood, softened by the rosy tint of her cheeks.
Her skin, smooth and almost porcelain-like, was subtly highlighted, accentuating her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose.
She wore a loose, off-the-shoulder sweater in a burnt orange shade that perfectly complemented her hair. The soft, slightly textured fabric pooled around her slender arms, revealing a glimpse of a dark skirt or top beneath.
A simple, dark choker adorned her neck, punctuated by small, possibly studded, accents. Her right hand gently touched her chin, her fingers delicately poised, adding to her contemplative air.
Despite her seductive presence, Lucien remained utterly unfazed, his expression devoid of any emotion.
This, surprisingly, seemed to please her. For once, someone had looked at her without the usual leering or predatory gaze.
She decided to start the conversation and introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Elena Eleanor. I'm the daughter of a fallen noble. What about yours?"
Lucien flinched slightly. He viewed humans as the type that would find such a declaration painful to utter. However, he simply ignored her, closing his eyes and drifting away into thought.
Elena felt a pang of embarrassment but pressed on, "How about I offer you a deal? If I buy you new clothes and perhaps treat you to lunch, would you consider sharing your name? How does that sound?"
Lucien finally opened his eyes and regarded the girl, but remained silent.
Undeterred, Elena said, "Okay, okay, you win. Let's go to the clothing shop. I'll get you cleaned up, then we'll head to a restaurant. After that, you tell me your name, and perhaps we can even be friends."
Lucien knew he couldn't continue wearing rags – it simply wasn't his style. He decided to remain silent, answering her with a single nod.
The girl, Elena, cheered, "Great!" and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the hall. Their scores would be announced by the end of tomorrow, so they were free for the day. While other students rushed back to their families, Lucien found himself in the company of a complete stranger, exploring a unique boutique owned by her family's tailor.
Although he remained silent throughout the tour and shopping spree, the girl couldn't help but chatter endlessly throughout the day. At the end of their meal, a newly dressed Lucien, his innate beauty finally shining through, wrote on a piece of paper:
"Lucien Frost."
Upon hearing the name, Elena was shocked. Everyone knew Lucien Frost, the boy who was deemed incapable of possessing arcane abilities and subsequently cast aside by the Parker family, abandoned to the desolate wasteland.
She smiled wryly and said to herself, "He is perfect for it. Finally, my dreams are slowly starting to become true."
Elena was born into nobility. Her parents, however, yearned for a son, desperately needing an Arcana in the future to secure their place in the noble hierarchy. Fate, it seemed, had other plans, bestowing upon them a daughter.
Though saddened, they clung to the hope that she would awaken as an Arcana. This belief fueled a rigorous, almost hellish, training regime throughout her childhood.
But when the time came for her Arcana to manifest, it was… underwhelming. Instead of the powerful abilities they anticipated, she awakened with what could only be described as the weakest form of Arcana – the power of transformation and healing.
This "weak" Arcana made her a target for ridicule and scorn. The family's status plummeted, and they were eventually exiled to the slums of a Tier 4 city. This fall from grace fueled Elena's ambition. She vowed to assemble a powerful squad and rise back to prominence.
Of course, Elena was unaware that Lucien had no interest in joining any squad.
Night fell upon the city as Lucien rested by a bench beside the road leading to the forest. He drifted off into a dream – a vivid nightmare:
{Gotham City, Tier 0, 2:52 PM}
"Your Majesty, your wife has given birth! She has finally delivered a child," announced the midwife, miss Maurice.
King Lancelot rose from his throne, his face etched with worry. He rushed towards the Queen's chambers, his heart pounding. But instead of the joyous cries he expected, a somber silence met him. His wife lay motionless.
"No!" he cried, his voice cracking with grief. He turned to the infant, his eyes filled with a chilling anger, "I don't want to see her!"
The midwife, ignoring his outburst, gently took the newborn girl, who was born with her eyes wide open and a small scar on her back – an unusual occurrence, though no one paid much attention amidst the growing chaos. The Queen was dead.
The news of the Queen's demise sent shockwaves through the kingdom, plunging the entire continent into a state of mourning. King Lancelot, unable to bear the grief and loss, took his own life.
The midwife, cradling the orphaned child, uttered a chilling curse. That week, rumors began to circulate about children born with their eyes open and a scar on their back. Each family with such a child met a tragic fate. Orphanages across the continent overflowed. This strange phenomenon, a harbinger of doom, spread across the globe, ushering in a new era of fear and uncertainty.
{Eldoria, by a bench, 9:45 AM}
Yawning, Lucien rose from the bench, his new clothes rustling against him. He began his walk towards the academy, the news of the King's death and the ensuing chaos swirling in his mind. He wondered about the cause of such widespread suffering but quickly pushed the unsettling thoughts aside, determined to focus on his goals.
He reached the academy gates and made his way to the hall where the other students awaited their fate.
"Shall we begin?" the announcer declared. "Those who have failed to meet the academy's standards are: Lowel Cherish, Carl Madison, Daniel Holland… and Lucien Frost."
Lucien, stunned by his dismissal, felt a surge of anger and annoyance. Ridiculed? Him? An entity like him, failing? He was lost in his own thoughts when he heard his name again.
"Lucien Frost, please come to the stage."
He slowly made his way to the stage, his mind still reeling.
"Congratulations, Lucien," the Announcer announced. "The Dean believes that remaining here would hinder your potential. Therefore, you will be attending the Imperial Academy for Nobles in Gotham City, Tier 0. You will be leaving under the Dean's personal auspices, as a member of his family."
The entire hall erupted in stunned silence. Lucien himself was speechless. He had never expected such a turn of events.
"Your carriage awaits," the announcer declared.
Amidst the stunned silence and hushed whispers, Lucien, still in a state of disbelief, departed for Gotham City, the center of excellence in Atheria.