"This is Silversand Port in the Central Land..."

Eirik stood still, his gaze fixed on the scene displayed by the system, a swirl of nostalgia and yearning filling his heart.

Elaresar, the capital of the Dawnstar Dynasty, had always been a bustling hub of magic, but Silversand Port? It dwarfed Elaresar by a wide margin! Towering structures floated in the air, stretching into the horizon, their silhouettes shimmering against the backdrop of swirling mists. The air was thick with elemental energy, electric and alive.

All around, various half-beast races moved about. Fox-girls, rabbit-girls, and more, each more breathtaking than the last. And then there were the others—strange, unsettling figures with multiple limbs and faces that twisted the mind, enough to make any sane person pause.

"This place is something else..." Eirik muttered to himself, intrigued by what lay ahead.

"I wish I could see it in person..." Selene, sitting at the Starlight Academy of Magic, set her wine glass down, a tipsy smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of longing and wonder.

To the average scholar from the Dawnstar Dynasty, a place like the Central Land was more legend than reality. It was the holy land of magic. Who wouldn’t dream of visiting? Eirik's family’s adventures had certainly piqued her curiosity.

[The people of Silversand Port are amazed to hear of your arrival from across the sea. The last scholar to make such a journey came centuries ago.]

[Thanks to your immense power and skill, you’ve been warmly welcomed by the city lord. Here, even minor lords possess Grandmaster-level strength.]

[Surprisingly, your family has avoided the usual trials newcomers face. No hostile factions have targeted you.]

[Instead, you’ve spent your time exploring the city, clearly in good spirits...]

Wait, why did it seem like they were just on vacation?

In typical fantasy stories, newcomers like Eirik’s family would be thrown into the midst of chaos upon entering a new land. Kidnapped, enslaved, tortured—anything to break them. They’d rise up, overthrowing local academies, factions, and powerful lords. That’s how it was supposed to go.

"The Central Land is stunning, but watching this family’s uneventful journey is putting me to sleep..." Liora muttered, lazily rubbing her eyes. She was the type who thrived on disorder, and this smooth ride was just too dull for her taste.

"Maybe it’s because they’re just too powerful. Who would dare mess with them?" Selene chuckled, a wry smile on her face.

How could they not be powerful? Just look at their bloodline—Eirik, at first glance, seemed the most average, but his wife was the Regal Bone of the Ancients. Their children? Talent radiated from them in waves, enough to blind anyone who caught a glimpse.

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Not only were they gifted, but they were also formidable in strength. Even in the Central Land—a place where powerful figures were commonplace—a Grandmaster was still an impressive rank.

Those who knew the family understood it was just a casual outing. To those who didn’t? Well, it looked as though the entire continent’s top talents had gathered to settle an old score.

Who would dare cross them?

"I’m about to break my teeth from envy! How does someone live such a perfect life?!" A few couldn't hide their jealousy.

The journey continued.

After taking in the wonders of the Central Land, Eirik and his family began to plan their next steps.

Eirik and Elvynna decided to make Silversand Port their base. With its developed transportation networks, abundant resources, and the vast elemental power in the area, it was the ideal place for seclusion and deep study.

The wealth they’d amassed in the Reincarnation Sea was more than enough to sustain them for years of research and practice.

As for their children? Eirik quickly shooed them away. Resources? Not a single one for them!

What could the kids possibly need? They were already high-level; any additional resources wouldn’t help their growth much. The resources were for Eirik and Elvynna, of course!

Can't let the kids take everything, right? And he wasn’t about to sacrifice his own comfort for them.

"Wow, I've never seen a father act like this! What in the hell is he thinking?!" the voices on the world channel exploded.

"If I had such gifted kids, I'd cherish them! But this guy hoards all the resources for himself?!"

"Eirik is perfect in every way—except for this!"

"I told you, Elvynna senpai, you should’ve given me one of those kids! I’d train them to be supreme warriors, not let them turn out like Eirik!"

"Hmph, Elvynna senpai, listen to me! You don’t need this husband!"

The world channel lit up with complaints.

Elvynna, even though she knew Eirik well, was taken aback. "What are you doing, dear? These resources were earned by the kids!"

Each of the children was a genius in their own right—if their abilities were showcased in many novels, they’d be the main characters. The treasures they’d collected during their travels were substantial.

The sheer amount of resources was enough to tempt even Eirik.

[Seeing the resentment on the kids’ faces, Elvynna tugged at your sleeve, hoping you'd share some of the resources with them...]

At that, Eirik’s heart sank.

"Wife, don’t you see? Giving them all these resources would only harm them! "

They’re NPCs! They don’t need any of it!

Back in the old gaming days, some games allowed you to raise children like pets—NPCs who could assist in battles, heal, or even resurrect you. Eirik had always treated NPCs this way.

If you didn’t exploit NPC resources, could you even call yourself a good player? Didn't all the heroes loot villagers' homes and plunder everything?

Eirik’s impassioned defense left Elvynna speechless. "How does giving them resources harm them?!"

"A smooth life isn’t always a good thing! A soul that never faces hardship never grows. If everything goes too easily, a fall is inevitable. This is the perfect time for the kids to face some challenges!"

"Let us old folks bear the weight of the misfortune and karma!"

"That’s just an excuse! Elvynna, don’t buy into it—teach him a lesson!"

"Honestly, though, Eirik’s not wrong..."

"The balance of the world is a truth. More trials for the young can be beneficial—I was told the same by my father."

"Sounds like your father is a real charmer!" someone teased.

The world channel erupted with mixed opinions, with no one able to agree.

[You sent Elvynna away and pushed your kids out to face the world on their own. If they get into trouble, they can always come back to you...]

These kids were all geniuses, already powerful. How could they fail?

No way.

Sure, they might face some setbacks, get mocked for their poverty, but that would only make them stronger. Classic story structure.

Anyway, it was time for some quality time with Elvynna.

Let the lovebirds begin their training together!

Time to break through to Archmage and finish this game once and for all!