His entire focus resided in his thoughts, and his left-hand fingers were tapping on the arm of the chair while his ears were covered with wireless Bluetooth. His deep hazel eyes stared at the courtyard, where many bushes, flowers, and looming trees stood, along with small birds and ducks that created a beautiful natural scene capable of fluttering anyone's heart.
A hand took out the wireless Bluetooth from his ear, and a smooth voice entered his ears, "Young master, today is your talent awakening day."
Coming out of his thoughts, he lifted his head, made eye contact, and replied while rubbing his temple, "Argh! I'm coming."
"Ok," and the middle-aged man started to leave the balcony.
"Wait, uncle, let me awaken my talent here."
With a sudden halt, the man stared back at the teenage boy with scrutinizing eyes.
Embarrassed, the teenage boy retorted, "Uncle, don't stare at me like that."
Nodding his head, the man took a moment before replying, "Ok, I will arrange everything," and exited the balcony.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the teenage boy whispered to himself, "Is everything my imagination?"
"What imagination?"
The teenage boy sprang from his chair, his eyes making direct contact with the man whose only sneaky eyes were visible while the rest of his body remained behind the wall. "Uncle, you scared me!?"
"Sorry, young master, but your temperament feels different."
"Oh!" Adjusting his composure, the teenage boy let out a sigh. "Worrying about talent awakening may be the reason."
"Oh... okay... don't worry. If you have any trouble, you can share it with me."
With a bright smile on his face, the teenage boy replied, "Don't worry. You will be the first to get notified."
"My pleasure," and the man exited the balcony.
Again repositioning himself, the teenage boy sat comfortably and, staring at the sky, whispered, "Believe or leave..." and moved out of the balcony, shaking his head.
...
The man stood as many women wearing maid clothes busily brought unknown materials to a cloak-wearing man. The word 'Federation' was printed on the back of the cloak as they arranged a circle and placed four altars at the circumference of the circle at every 90-degree point in the center of the villa's hall.
Some time later,
The Federation man stood up from his position and moved toward the man. "Sir, we have completed the awakening pattern."
The man simply nodded his head and ordered a maid, "Go and bring a cup of tea."
However, the Federation man shook his hand. "No need," he said, glancing at the man. "A cup of tea was already enough for me."
The man understood the indication and ordered the maid, "Go and bring the young master."
"No need. I'm already here," and everyone's attention shifted toward the speaker.
...
A young boy descended the stairs, his gaze roaming in every direction until it finally paused at the complex rune structure drawn on the ground. Many small structures were enclosed within a circle, while altars were placed at every 90-degree turn, along with four crystals embedded in the mouths of the altars. A small machine rested on a nearby table.
With a smile on his face, he already stood before the man.
Nodding his head, the man asked, "Ready?" and the young man simply nodded his head with a calm face.
"Sir, he is," the man said to the Federation man while patting the young man's shoulder.
Glancing at the young man, the Federation man nodded his head and replied, "Hmm. Go and stand at the center of the circle."
The young man nodded and moved to the center of the circle.
Just as he settled, the crystal-embedded altars showered him with multicolored beams of light from every direction. The radiant light danced around him, making his body quiver slightly.
A few breaths later, an even more dazzling column of light, tinged with shades of dark, rose from his head toward the small machine on the table. Words appeared on the machine's display:
[Name: Rahul Singhania]
[Job: Necromancer [S]]
[Talent: Copy [SSS]]
The sight left everyone astounded and in awe.
...
Rahul's Perspective
Rahul, standing at the center of the circle, eagerly and nervously awaited the awakening of his talent. However, instead of his expected transformation, he found himself transported to an entirely different realm, enveloped in pitch-black darkness.
With this sudden change, his heart quivered as if it might leap out of his chest, and a trace of fear mingled with his attempts to suppress his emotions.
In a hushed tone, he whispered, "Where am I?"
His mind raced, exploring all potential explanations for this sudden shift, but he found no clues or warnings of such an event where the user would be transported into a different realm during the talent awakening.
Gradually, his focus shifted as fragments of memories began to play before his eyes. Rahul watched them with a growing sense of confusion.
Though he couldn't comprehend what was happening, he couldn't shake the inexplicable familiarity he felt with these memory fragments. They seemed to be his own, yet he couldn't believe that these were his actual memories.
He shook his head. "How can these be my memories?" As he continued to watch the fragments, he became increasingly convinced that they belonged to someone else.
The character in these memories had endured a tragically harsh life, and Rahul couldn't help but feel that this suffering had been inflicted by his own country.
If only the country had supported him instead of betraying him, he might have achieved greater things and even done great things for his country. Alas, what was supposed to happen had already happened.
As the fragmented memories played to their conclusion, a figure materialized at the very spot where the memories had been unfolding.
Rahul, who had been watching intently, was taken aback and swiftly assumed a defensive stance. He inquired with a sense of urgency, his voice stuttering, "Wh... who are you?"