Shortly after he received his Nyd, a tremor shook the cave.

Instinctively, he fled and barely made it out.

For a moment, he was grateful for his military training, without which he would now be dead.

Uncertainly, he looked at the collapsed cave entrance.

Had he really done the right thing?

"Yes, you have!" said the voice, which he could now hear directly in his head.

"Where are you? How can I hear you?"

"I am your Nyd! Through my artifact, we are connected, but only you can hear me."

"Am I slowly going insane?"

"No! You are slowly waking up! Because we are connected, I could perceive your entire life up to now."

The thought of his power freely roaming through his memories somehow unsettled Finn.

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"Don't worry! I won't harm you! So... you're looking for a new purpose for your future life, right? How about going back to the military?"

"WHAT?!? Why should I go back there? My whole life has been a hellish ride because of them!"

"Yes, that may be true. But if you use me, you could achieve a high position there! Then you could change the living conditions in the slums, for example."

This thought had never occurred to Finn before.

But it's true!

With this new power, he could exploit the military just as they had exploited him.

He quickly liked the idea.

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Finn then returned to Kaisan.

Without delay, he headed to the local garrison and rejoined the military.

But this time as a recruit and not as a test subject.

Since he came from the slums, he had a tough year of training.

He was hated by everyone, and his instructors always gave him the hardest tasks.

But thanks to his previous training and his newfound iron will, he fought his way through successfully and became a soldier.

Thanks to his strong Nyd, he also managed to achieve the rank of commander in the annual commander selection a year later.

Since then, his reputation as a hero of both the citizens and the slums has grown.

But even now, about 10 years after becoming a commander, he is still treated the same by his "comrades" as during his time as a recruit.

But his iron will has never been broken since the day he received his Nyd.

And that's why it has become easy for him to let people like the garrison commander of Kurani tear him down, even when he's merely reporting his arrival