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Ren could hardly wait anymore. There were some seriously messed-up people out for his life. I mean, he was literally only a month old! Who even thinks, Yeah, that baby over there, we can't let him grow any older so let's get him?

He couldn’t warn his parents—his speaking skills were still at a solid zero. And waving his arms around will just get him labeled as a fussy baby. So, the only option left was to rely on his skills and hope they could help.

Name: Unnamed

Race:(Draconian lvl 1)

Exp: 0/10

Tier- 0

Status- Healthy

Title: Chosen(Calling)

HP: (231) Mana: (222)

HP Regen: (18.6/min) Mana Regen: (22.6/min)

Attributes:

Strength-5

Constitution-11

Agility-4

Vitality-12

Dexterity-3

Intelligence-6

Will-5

Perception-4

Charisma-3

Spirit-8

FA-0

Destiny: (Keeper of Souls-Divine)-Armed

Aspect: Wrath(Split,Combine)-Cosmic

Skills:

Active- Dominion of Mind-Legendary, Cosmic Resonance-Legendary, Void Step-Legendary

Passive- Sacred Spring Physique-Arcane

Innate-UNIX ( Design, Create, Store)-EX, RRR (Reincarnate, Resurrect, Recall)-EX

Arms: Spectral Arm (Prime Nova)

AC:

Staring at the shiny system interface, Ren was practically floating on cloud nine.

Wait... why don't I have a name? Hey, System, just call me Ren.

Error. You haven’t completed the naming ritual. A name cannot be assigned.

What?! You're telling me I can't even name myself?!

Draconian, huh? He thought, squinting. That means I’m part dragon, part human? Can I grow claws, scales, a tail? Ooh, and wings! Wings would be sweet.

...Actually, you know what? Sounds like a “future me” problem. Present me is just gonna vibe and ignore it.

Calling!

As Ren focused on the glowing red "Calling," he felt a strange pull, like a gentle suction tugging at his consciousness.

Do you wish to answer your Calling?

Uh... maybe not yet. Let me poke around the rest of this profile first. He thought, shrugging it off.

The attributes, HP, and Mana were gibberish to him, so he quickly moved on to "Destiny." He stared at it for what felt like forever, but it stayed stubbornly quiet, refusing to react.

Then, *bam!* Out of nowhere, "Aspect" practically exploded in his face, demanding his attention.

Aspect: Wrath-Cosmic

Level 1

Type: Sin

Split- The "Split" ability allows the user to break down or divide a target (physical or abstract) into its constituent parts, fragments, or sub-elements.

Combine- The "Combine" ability allows the user to merge or fuse separate parts, energies, or even concepts back together.

Ren sat cross-legged in the center of his crib, eyes glued to the system interface as the words "Wrath (Split, Combine) - Cosmic" flickered on the screen. His heart raced with excitement.

"Alright, let’s see what this bad boy can do," he whispered to himself, cracking his knuckles dramatically.

He scanned his surroundings and spotted a toy dragon sitting innocently on the floor. "Okay, buddy, here goes," Ren muttered, glancing at the little beast toy. "Don’t take this personally, alright? I’m just, uh... experimenting."

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He concentrated on the "Split" portion first. The concept was simple enough: break something down. Anything. Split! Ren thought firmly.

A sharp tug yanked at the toy on both sides, and before Ren could react, the toy dragon let out a small squeak as it cracked in half with a loud *snap*. The two pieces floated apart, like they were caught in some invisible pull, and then dropped to the ground with a soft thud.

Ren blinked, wide-eyed. Whoa, okay, that’s... impressive. Uh, sorry, little guy. Didn’t mean to do you dirty like that.

The toy dragon’s halves were perfectly symmetrical, its once-detailed scales now split cleanly down the middle, like they’d been sliced with a laser.. The cut was so smooth, it looked like marble. Ren couldn’t help but admire the precision.

"Alright, now let’s see if we can fix you up," he said, a little more sheepishly now. He focused again, this time on the "Combine" ability.

With a wave of his tiny hands, Ren thought "Combine!" and—*whoosh!*—the two halves of the toy dragon zipped back together. No cracks, no splinters, just a perfectly restored beast toy that seemed none the worse for wear.

Ren stared at the now-whole toy dragon, his grin spreading wider. Holy crap. Okay, that’s definitely some Doctor Strange-level stuff right there. He thought, pumping his fist.

He paused for a second, then muttered, "Don’t tell my mom, okay?"

The toy dragon didn't respond, but Ren swore it was giving him a judging look. "Yeah, yeah, I’ll leave you alone now. No need to make it weird.”

As Ren sat there, holding the toy dragon in his hands, the thrill of the experiment faded into a deep sense of contemplation. His heart was still racing, but his mind was buzzing with new questions, new ideas. The Wrath skill wasn’t just some flashy trick—it was something far more powerful, far more profound.

The concepts that had governed his life on Earth—the rules of physics, logic, and reason—no longer seemed relevant. Back there, everything had been confined to the predictable, the tangible. But here? In this strange new world, nothing was certain. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Mana... Skills... Concepts. Everything I knew... doesn’t apply here. Of course in the normal sense.

In his old life, he’d learned to trust the laws of reality—laws that governed how things worked, how cause and effect always followed predictable patterns. A toy, for example, was just a toy. You played with it, it broke, you fixed it, and you moved on. But now?

Now, Ren had just split an object—albeit a toy dragon—into pieces, and then fused it back together, as if he were rearranging Legos. And it wasn’t some illusion, some trick of the light. He felt it. The shift in the fabric of reality itself, the way things bent and twisted under the force of his will. He could break down anything, reshape it, and recreate it. Anything.

This is bigger than I thought. Ren thought, his mind spinning. I mean... if I can split and combine anything—objects, energy, beasts…

Skill: Dominion of Mind-Legendary

Level 1

Type: Psionic

Dominion of Mind grants the user the ability to control objects with their thoughts, master their own mental faculties, and manipulate, influence, or dominate the minds of others within a defined radius.

He grabbed the goofy little dragon toy again and focused hard on it. The toy just lay there, minding its own business.

He had activated the "Dominion of Mind" and the toy lifted off the ground. Ren let out an excited squeal. Whoa! No way!

The toy wobbled, then zipped back and forth like a little fly, obediently following Ren’s every mental command. Fasten your seatbelts, boys. It's going to get bumpy.

With a devilish grin, he made the toy start orbiting around him. It zoomed in a perfect circle, spinning faster and faster, like it was trying to keep up with Ren’s own excitement. His giggles echoed through the room.

But as the toy continued its endless loop around him, Ren’s mind wandered. Hold up, if I can do this with a toy... He paused for a moment. What if he could fly like this? Just float up there like Superman—no wings needed. No need for wings or rocket boosters, just pure telekinetic flight.

His eyes lit up as he imagined it: Who needs a plane when you’ve got the power of your mind? Ren couldn’t help but giggle again as he flicked the toy one more time. It zipped back into his hand.

Ren leaned back, rubbing his temples, feeling the weight of his new skill settling in. The toy dragon was safely tucked away, but his mind couldn't help but jump to the next thing: Telepathy.

He stretched out his consciousness, trying to tap into the minds around him, and—wow—there was a lot going on. For a moment, his mind was flooded with jumbled thoughts, each one a tangled mess of emotions, desires, and fragments of conversation. He was so used to being alone, that this sudden onslaught of foreign minds felt overwhelming.

Oh. My. God. That's a lot of thoughts.

Okay, okay, focus... focus, he told himself, breathing deeply.

He could hear the scattered musings of the servants working in the manor—each thought half-formed, incomplete, a swirl of random snippets that Ren had to filter through. Some were even more bizarre than others. He picked out a few that made him smile.

I wonder if the snarlash’s claws are sharp enough to cut through stone... need to check before I send it to the stables. A servant pondered about the new beast he bought for the masons of the castle.

I wish I could sneak a bite of the glow fleur pastry... No one will know, right? Another, clearly hungry.

Is the duke really going to send out Master Vira to hunt that giant creature today? I heard it hasn’t been fed in days. A worried guard thought in fear of his elder brother.

Ren winced as more thoughts piled up in his mind, the voices mixing together like a chaotic chorus. His head was spinning. Okay, focus... focus on one...

And then, as if by instinct, Ren reached out and latched onto a single, still mind. It was calm, distant. Someone outside his room. Probably a guard. Ren could feel the protective instinct. He took a breath and concentrated harder.

For a moment, it was as if the world around him faded, and his attention tunneled in on the guard’s mind. The words weren’t clear at first, more like fragmented pieces of sound and feeling. Ren squinted in concentration, trying to decipher the mess.

...stand... protect...ooo glow fleur pastry today for breakfast

His brain felt like it was absorbing something new. The words weren’t in the language he knew, but slowly, the meaning was coming through. It wasn’t like normal language—it was more like... a feeling, an image, a concept. Ren could feel the connection forming, like he was being given the keys to this strange, foreign linguistic system.

..the duke... outside... safe...

His mind stumbled over the symbols, trying to understand the phonetics behind the guard’s thoughts. The letters and sounds didn’t make sense, but Ren was starting to make out the pieces. He realized the guard’s thought process wasn’t just words—it was a complex web of symbols that, when connected, translated into meaning. Ren could feel his mind expanding, slowly learning the structure of this new world’s language.

It was like a child learning to read for the first time. The alphabets didn’t click at first, but the more he focused, the clearer things became. He could feel the guard’s intentions, the sense of duty that shaped his thoughts.

Safe. Protect. The concepts were simple enough, but Ren could tell that the guard was deeply ingrained in this sense of duty. I’m here

to protect the baby...

...the baby...

Ren froze at the thought. The baby?

He realized that the guard wasn’t just thinking of him as a random person. To him, Ren was something precious—something to protect at all costs. That was... comforting, in a strange way. The telepathic link was still raw and unrefined, but Ren was beginning to understand that even though he didn’t speak this world’s language, his ability to connect with the minds around him was something more fundamental. It wasn’t just about the words—it was about the feeling behind them.

The guard’s thoughts continued to swirl around, and Ren was still trying to keep up, but now, it didn’t seem so impossible. He was learning, understanding, even if it was slow.

It felt like he was building a new bridge in his mind—a bridge between him and this new world he had no choice but to learn to navigate. He just had to be patient.

Skill available! Would you like to acquire Runesvara (Common)?

Y/N

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Ren practically bounced in his crib, grinning like a mischievous little fox as the connection to the guard broke. The flood of thoughts dissipated, leaving his mind oddly quiet—but not for long. He was already itching for another mind to poke around in.

It wasn’t long before his next target approached: the maid. Ren recognized her footsteps—soft, deliberate, like she was trying not to disturb anyone. She was the one who always fussed over him, but there was something about her that felt... off. Curiosity bubbled inside him as she drew closer to his door.

Alright, let’s see what you’re thinking, Miss Perfectly Polished Shoes.

Focusing hard, Ren stretched his mind toward hers. Her thoughts filtered in, at first a little fuzzy—mundane musings about morning chores and a faint grumble about how much work she had to do. But then, like a shard of ice slicing through the fog, one particular thought made his blood run cold.