In a lavishly decorated, spacious room, a handsome young man slept soundly on a king-size bed, his face expression filled with genuine peace and comfort.

His straight, long hair was a beautiful silver color. His skin was as white and smooth as porcelain, without a single flaw. Slowly, his eyelids opened, revealing a pair of pure sapphire blue eyes with a depth that could captivate the heart of any woman.

"Hmm—so it's morning already," the young man murmured, covering his yawning mouth with his right hand.

He gradually rose from the bed, sitting on the edge for a few minutes to fully regain his senses. Stretching his arms up, the young man gently stood from the bedside and walked towards the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Standing at 6'9.5" (207 cm) tall, the young man possessed a proportional, perfectly-composed physique. His body contours were stunningly beautiful, surpassing even the top male models.

His nose was sharp, his jawline defined, and his face was sculpted with flawless, mesmerizing golden ratio features. His thick, naturally silver eyebrows and long, lustrous silver eyelashes added an icy, untouchable aura to his appearance. Any woman who laid eyes on him would be instantly captivated by his perfection from head to toe.

After finishing his grooming, he reached for a fresh towel in the closet and gently dried the remaining water from his face.

Raiden von Heliosbane was the name of this remarkably handsome young man. He was the sole, pure-blooded male heir of the renowned Heliosbane family, famed for their mastery in manipulating magic, especially ice-based elements.

It was said that in ancient times, the Heliosbane ancestors were able to subdue and defeat the Sun God Helios, who had come to destroy all life on this planet, by utilizing their superior ice control. They managed to freeze the entire sun before it could evolve and fire a hypernova at this planet.

However, for now, that story held no relevance to Raiden, who possessed no magical potential whatsoever within him.

As Raiden focused on wiping the last traces of water from his face, the door to his room creaked softly, indicating someone's entry. The sound of gentle footsteps approached him.

"Young master, why are you awake so early?" asked a mature, beautiful maid with long, straight silver-gray hair. Her voice was soft, melodic, and sensual.

No man would be able to resist this woman, except for Raiden, who had been cared for by her since childhood. Her bright brown eyes had a depth that could captivate anyone. Her body was voluptuous yet proportional, with an hourglass figure.

Her breasts were magnificent, with a full G-cup. Her buttocks were pert and shapely, seamlessly blending with her curvaceous form. Her naturally fair, porcelain-like skin was flawless. Her small, sharp nose was perfectly harmonized with her proportional facial features.

Sylvia Esterlina was the name of this maid. She had been Raiden's exclusive maid since she was 17 years old, and now, twenty years later at the age of 37, she was a tantalizing MILF. However, she had maintained a youthful appearance, with firm skin like a young girl, only her mature charm and physique having developed over time.

Wrapping the towel around his neck, Raiden embraced Sylvia's waist with both arms, pulling her body close until he could feel her warmth and alluring softness.

"Ahh—young master," Sylvia purred mischievously as Raiden's large, firm hands gripped her plump buttocks.

Leaning down, Raiden gently kissed Sylvia's lips several times before initiating an intense French kiss. Their tongues intertwined, dancing in harmony. The sound of their mingling saliva added to the intensity of the passion they were building.

Since reaching adulthood, this morning French kiss had become a mandatory daily tradition.

As a natural reaction, Sylvia's nipples hardened beneath her clothing. Raiden also experienced a heavy erection, creating a noticeable tent in the front of his pants.

Half an hour later, they finally parted their lips, leaving a trail of clear saliva connecting their mouths.

With the level of lust they had now, there was a high chance they would continue their activities to a higher level. However, since Raiden had a morning training schedule, he had to suppress that intention.

"Come, young master, you should have breakfast first. Your favorite chocolate cereal is already prepared in the dining room," Sylvia said in her melodic, gentle voice, after straightening her slightly disheveled clothing and hair. She then pulled on Raiden's arm, leading him to walk together towards the downstairs dining room.

Upon arriving in the dining room, there was no one to greet him except the other female maids, who were busy working in the kitchen and cleaning the house.

'Hmm—it seems mother, aunt, and my older sisters haven't returned from their work yet,' Raiden thought, wondering about the absence of his family members.

Soon, a bowl of chocolate cereal mixed with fresh cow's milk was served before him. Without hesitation, he picked up the spoon and savored every rich, flavorful bite.

After finishing the last drop of milk mixed with chocolate, Raiden drank a glass of warm water and then bid farewell, heading towards the training field located in the northern part of the Heliosbane estate.

Once outside the mansion, Raiden bent his knees, took a running start, and leaped high into the air, reaching several thousand feet above the ground. At the peak of his ascent, he shifted his body into a horizontal position. With an ultra-sonic kick that exceeded the speed of sound, he created a powerful shockwave that propelled him forward at an incredible velocity.

Seeing the training field directly below, Raiden positioned his body in a sharp dive. He plummeted like a meteor ready to impact the ground with tremendous force, but just dozens of meters before reaching the surface, he performed repeated somersaults to gradually reduce his speed in the air, landing perfectly in the final twisting maneuver without causing any damage to his body or the surrounding environment.

Upon arriving at the training grounds, Raiden was greeted by several female Heliosbane holy knights.

"Good morning, young master."

"Did you sleep well, young master?"

"Good morning, everyone," Raiden replied with a neutral expression, but maintained a friendly tone.

"Of course, I slept very well last night. This is all thanks to your dedicated efforts in guarding the estate," he continued, sincerely praising the hard work of the holy knights.

Hearing the praise, the holy knights grew even prouder and happier. For them, receiving praise from the young master was one of the greatest joys.

After chatting for a few minutes, they returned to their respective duties. Raiden himself reached for his favorite curved-blade saber from the weapon storage.

As he exited the storage, Raiden looked with longing at the holy knights as they utilized various types of magic power, implementing them in diverse attack variations targeting the artificial training targets. They skillfully cast unique spells, either with bare hands or by channeling them through specialized weapons.

Some executed a barrage of compressed fire balls, creating substantial explosions as the concentrated heat was suddenly released upon impact with the flammable targets. Several knights used their weapons to unleash attacks, like the lightning-wielding swordsman who could condense stable, coherent lightning waves along the blade. These were then released in a horizontal crescent-shaped wave, slicing through a large boulder and leaving behind molten, scorched edges where the lightning had passed.

Careful not to cause further destruction, the holy knight was able to dissipate the blue, crescent-shaped lightning wave before it could hit any other surrounding materials. This demonstrated the remarkable control they had over their magical powers.

"If only I could use magic abilities like them. My life would be much more enjoyable," Raiden sighed helplessly, remembering that he could not utilize any form of magical power.

Not only did he lack magical abilities, but he also had no innate magical potential within him. When Raiden was born, he was blessed with an immortal body that allowed him to never age, with absolute regeneration and restoration capabilities, as well as extraordinary physical strength.

As a side effect of this immortal body, he was completely unable to awaken any magical potential. Although the immortal body was a great blessing, its side effect was also a tremendous curse for him.

Raiden was a reincarnated resident of Earth, who had longed to possess magical abilities since learning of their existence. As an avid isekai anime fan, magic was a factor he had greatly desired to wield. But fate had decided otherwise.

Unwilling to give up, Raiden had trained his body intensively since a young age, hoping to one day awaken his magical potential. As a precaution, he also mastered various sword techniques and martial arts to the highest levels. This way, he could at least hold his own against magic users, even if he could never use magic himself.

After years of hard, intensive training, Raiden had gained excellent control over his abnormal physical abilities. Utilizing his sword techniques, martial arts, and extraordinary physical strength, he was able to stand against advanced-level magic users to a certain extent or in specific situations.

That's why other noble families' magic users rarely underestimated him. They knew that Raiden was a major anomaly, unexpectedly born in a world dominated by magic.

Technically, Raiden could be considered undefeatable, as his body could automatically regenerate and restore itself instantly from any abnormal or negative status effects.

In fact, many powerful sorcerers were envious of Raiden's immortality. If they possessed such a blessing, it wouldn't be impossible for them to reach the Transcendent-Level, which was still considered a mere myth among magic users.

There were certain organizations that desired to kidnap Raiden and use him as a research subject for his immortality. But they all quickly abandoned that intention and buried it deep, once they learned the identity of their intended target.

Straightening his posture, Raiden walked towards the farthest corner of the training field, his favorite curved saber in hand.

"Now I just need to focus on developing new techniques that suit my unique condition," he murmured softly but with determination. He was determined not to lose, even if he could not use the magic he had long dreamed of.