Irwin was decently build for a 16-year-old, his father was a magic swordsman so bastard or not he inherited his good build, handsome looks and his 'better than normal people strength' , but his muscles came from training just as much as they came from genes.

Every day for the last 10 years he would go to the woods and climb trees and pick up rocks.

That night he followed the same routine for 2 extra more hours, but even though veins were apparent on his muscles, it wouldn't make much difference. His opponents from the main family would probably destroy him with a single attack since they were taught magic and sword skills from a young age.

He felt more angry than ever before but that was the reality, so instead of being angry about it he started to think of a way to make progress. And the answer was real life experience, combat experience, but since no human was willing to fight him to the death in this little village, his best bet was to fight a beast to The death.

" Can I really do this, is the risk of me losing my life worth it? "

Wild beasts lived deep in the woods but he never dared to explore that far, and that was for reasons such as, not having a weapon and Sir Edgar forbidding him that.

But since he would be seeing the main family in 14 days, Edgar wouldn't dare push him too far because of the chance he might get angry and tell his viscount father.

Bastard or not a simple knight couldn't afford to bully the son of a noble, so the chances of Edgar following him right now were slim to none.

All he had was a knife that he nicked it from the table few hours ago, but even with his abnormal strength he couldn't kill an actual beast with that.

Demonic beasts after all had demon seeds that channeled and fueled power, many of them could use magic skills and their skin was covered by defensive layers.

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" Will I really accept my fate like this and do nothing? Will I show up to the succession competition like a worthless bum ready to be cannon fodder to my spoiled siblings? "

Just as he was having an inner monologue trying to convince himself, a purple bolt of fire was becoming apparent in the sky.

" That doesn't look like a shooting star... Hey why is it coming down so quickly? That sounds dangerous "

The bolt was nearly reaching the ground before he could even wrap his head around it, was a magician sent by his siblings to kill him? Was he a threat to them?

It is safe to assume that Irwin read too many novels and held himself in high esteem.

Only him would think himself to be important enough to make his siblings threatened, because he was the only one who had not realised yet that his siblings had no idea he even existed.

Before Irwin could decide to run away, the purple bolt reached the ground with high enough speed to have a huge piece of land obliterated. Dirt was splattered everywhere and he found himself smashed in an old tree.

" Auchh that fucking hurt "

He removed the fallen branches from the top of his body and supported himself up, he could barely stand and his head felt dizzy.

" Who could possibly wield such power? "

The crash had scared many wild animals and he could tell that from the number of birds flying away, but what took his attention was the purple light that was spreading in his surroundings.

" This light, what does it feel like it's forming a way that I should follow "

The light went from splattered into forming a pathway through the woods, each tree unlucky enough to be in the way of this path disintegrated.

Irwin was unsure whether he should follow it, what if he disintegrated like those poor trees?

But as if noticing he was hesitating, the light lifted him by his arms and pulled him towards it. Irwin had never felt that scared in his entire life !