A gentle breeze rushed through the manor of Coullut, passing through the countless acres of land filled with greenery, the giant house, the servants quarters and the small part of the forest encased in a tall fence of metal, providing vision of the inside to any who would wish to look.

Lying on the branch of an enormous tree, with thick branches was a boy with messy black hair, wearing a black jacket over a white shirt and trousers trimmed above the ankles. He lazily opened his eyes, of the color blue, and looked up at the sky.

The clouds had covered the sun, overcasting the sky, and the birds had grown quiet.

“So it’s going to storm, huh?” Theo asked himself, and jumped up. Sleeping on the branch was a habit of his, and he would do it whenever there were guests at home or his siblings started acting up. That way, he’d escape the wrath of the adults.

According to his internal clock, he should’ve slept for just short of two hours, and it was early evening now. The rattle coming from the kitchen suggested otherwise, as dinner preparation usually started at seven, but there was a chance he’d messed up the counting, after all, he was never good at keeping time or measuring things for that matter.

There was a saying back at his home:

The gentle rain harms the clothes,

The silent words harm the heart.

He didn’t know if the latter was true, but the former was as true as an axe being used to chop wood. Theo looked at the surrounding, and had realized that he wasn’t in fact wrong, but a guest was here.

It was simple, really, as mages had a bad tendency to disturb the mana wherever they cast a spell, and only bold and strong mages would dare use such a strong magic in the house, seeing as the disturbance was great.

Every mage learned how to absorb mana in the air and convert it into their own energy, then convert it into the energy they want to release, letting it influence the world around. The more mana used, the better.

It also had a peculiar effect of knocking away the small mana particles, as Theo called it, which weren’t absorbed into the body until they multiplied and became bigger. Only those who concentrated on the absorption process, and had at least basic knowledge about physics and the such, and the concept of particles.

Theo thought back to the time he was reincarnated.

The multiverse was under a great threat, and as such, the All God, as he called himself, thought of a way to save it. He’d create a world in his pocket dimension with its time accelerated, and as soon as the intelligence range was within acceptable range, it would give information about the multiverse in the form of entertainment.

The engrossed and addicted, or wishful ones would become seeds, and would save the world.

Theo was an average boy, a little to the better side in studies and had some knowledge about karate lessons he had been taught as a boy, and had nothing else to offer. Being a magic fanatic apparently brought him before the presence of God, quite surprising for an atheist to be brought before him. That would put a lot of believers in shame.

Then the chosen seeds would grow in strength in their individual worlds, and would push back the eldritch horrors invited by the shattering of the reality barrier.

Thankfully, he was born into a no name noble family, making the chances of him being targeted nearly zero. His talent in magic was mediocre, as he wanted to be and requested the god, who wanted to give him never before seen talent. Though Theo knew for sure his talent was average, he wasn’t so sure about not finding some treasure by ‘accident’ due to some stroke of ‘fate’.

The god would wish to strengthen his champion more, and that was the best way to do it for someone who didn’t wish to start off incredibly strong.

The mansion was built in an European style, with two stories and incredibly large, shaped like an L, consisting of the right and left wings. The left was for the family of the lord, and the other for guest rooms, entertainment rooms, kitchen and everything else.

The servants lived in another building just before the woods, a one-story building that was too small to fit the thirty servants, making them pack into four rooms, seven to eight in each. They slept on the ground, and their living conditions were plain horrible.

Theo despised his father for being so stubborn. He’d definitely get betrayed by his servants and die off sometime, which didn’t matter one small bit to Theo. After all, he was merely an untalented child of the lord and the fourth wife, incapable of Magic nor Saint Arts.

That was caused by him hiding any signs of using his magic by leaving the mana particles undisturbed. That was easily done by shambling them in the air and making it seem as if they were floating by. As for the lack of mana in his room, no one could actually see it. In fact, not many could feel that a magic had been cast except for an Abjurer.

His talent lied in Necromancy and Primal Magic. The talent in the latter wasn’t given by the god or bloodlines, but rather due to exposure to the chaotic energy created from the Rift during his birth, letting him control the mana particles as if they were robots with a mental command.

As for the former, the chances someone would have talent in it and practice was one in a thousand, quite many for the population of fifty billion of Vanaris. It would be so much more if the hunt for necromancers was in process currently, as it was highly frowned upon by the masses.

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Raising the dead was never a good thing, which was a misconception. A necromancer merely controlled the life force in nature and in humans. Although some could harm or raise the dead, some could heal wounds and even terminal illnesses. It was merely a misconception.

On the other hand, on the Saint Arts, he was too talented, as per his request. He’d rather be a warrior with magic than a mage with muscles. He wouldn’t be a glass cannon, and most of all, now he was what he liked the most, although a little bit too edgy. A death knight in a sense. However, he had decided to keep it secret. After all, he’d be shipped off into the army in a day. Theo had seen one of his brothers do so and never return, probably dead on the battlefield.

He knew he had to fight someday, but that day wasn’t anytime soon, as people who advanced in power would gain more lifespan which would allow them to grow, and only those with halted growths would die of old age, or those who don’t have talent.

A smile unconsciously appeared on his face as he walked past the servants’ lodging, currently empty. Some washed clothes had been placed on the drier, mostly maid uniforms. There were only two butlers in the house, and they were both looking after his sisters, both older than him.

The occasional drop of water had turned into a rain, a gentle one currently. The calm before the storm had ended and the pitter patter of raindrops falling on the concrete of the building and the ground never gave his ears a break.

His ears had grown sensitive due to the nature of his Saint Arts, which was in a sense, much more like Qi than anything else. As an avid reader of light novels and the like, he had read his fair share of wuxia and xianxia novels. They depicted Qi as an unforgiving force which could be crippled, or could make the cultivator explode with a single wrong step.

Theo found the Saint Arts much more forgiving. It was in a sense unlocking the limiters placed between the soul and the body, making both stronger. Only comprehension and hard work made the user stronger, not merely talent. That was why he had chosen to have talent in this.

Talent would play a huge role in the beginning stages, meaning three, and the user would be left there to fend for themselves. As a man who hated to cheat, he decided to have this talent, as the god wouldn’t quit mumbling about divine blessings.

As a matter of fact, he was right there on the third stage of ten, each one at least multiplying one’s power, much like the mage rankings which were about 1.5 each.

The ranks were from weakest to strongest: Apprentice, Squire, Scholar, Senior Scholar, Sage, Elder Sage, Saint, Elder Saint and finally, Divine which would raise one’s level to the godly level, although only two were recorded in the history of mankind, at least in books.

Theo wasn’t as naïve to believe that public knowledge was the truth. There ought to be some hiding in a calm village, away from battles and the like. In fact, there must be more than a dozen of them at the very least. With merely 4 Grand Magus, it would be impossible to keep the shattering a secret, after all.

The appearance of monsters should disturb peace to say the least.

Theo walked down the hallway, to one of the bigger guestrooms. He had the duty of attending any meeting if he could, after all, he was one of the three sons of the lord, of which one was deceased and the other an arrogant prick much like his father. It would most likely fall on him to rule the family, but Theo didn’t want any attachments. They would just hinder him in anything.

The door creaked open as he walked near, the servants having noticed his footsteps, had opened it. If there was one thing that the nobility had too much of except arrogance, it was hypocrisy. They’d lash out at the servants at the slightest inconvenience, mostly the pent up stress taking over them, and they’d make the servants too afraid to even talk.

Especially the idiotic excuse of a lord called Damian Coullut. Not that anyone in the family could challenge him, who was a Sage. Merely the fourth rank, but Theo was still having trouble breaking through the bottleneck. It was a fundamental understanding that he lacked, and he knew it. Just not the understanding itself.

That made him begrudgingly accept the man as his superior, although at the age of hundred or so, it was merely natural that he’d pick it up.

The most annoying thing was that the Saint Art users couldn’t reveal about their research to others, and the newbies would only be guided by their masters, slightly steered to the right path and that was all. Especially hard for a homeschooled warrior who only learned from books.

Damian sat at one end, a burly man with dark hair and a big grin on his face, quite unusual actually. On the other end was a woman, her beauty meeting model standards and wearing what Theo knew as a mage robe, meaning a dark blue one. This one was modified to create a skirt below her thighs, and the original dark red trims were replaced with gold, and only the keenest would recognize it as one. However, the wearer herself was quite famous, maybe even more so than the robe itself.

She was old, nearly six hundred from the rumors. No one knew her real name, but her alias would quiet the bazaar when spoken aloud: Jade Empress.

One of the strongest people in the world, and Theo had absolutely no idea for the reason that she was here in a backwater village in a backwater country in a backwater noble’s house.

“Ah, that’s my son Theo. It seems he has good ears for compliments.” Damian said as Theo paled. Just the fact one of the most famous people in the world ever coming to look for him meant only one thing.

Divine intervention.

Even after everything he had told that so-called All God not to give him a master, he went and did just that.

‘That stinky piece of shit!’ Theo shouted in his mind.

“Hmm… He looks strong, but I don’t feel an ounce of mana or vital energy from him.” The Jade Empress said, staring at Theo.

‘Of course. I hid them.’ Theo said in his mind.

“Quite intriguing. To think he used a spell without disrupting the mana in the ether.” She said, as Theo raised his eyebrows. She could feel the mana. Maybe she started out as a tracker.

What he had just used was a particular spell in the Necromancy school called Dead Men Tell No Tales. Quite a mouthful, and a long chant to boot. That was negated with the unique control over mana that Theo had, which he used instead of creating the mana signature with true names.

It basically blocked out any outside interferences that tried to assault his soul, meaning mind reading. That would mean losing his biggest advantage. And he didn’t want that.

In Vanaris, magic was used by creating particular magic signatures with mana control or calling the true names in order, which would then warp the world to the user’s ideal.

“Ohoo! He truly is interesting.” She noted and nodded her head, looking at Damian. “Does the deal still stand?”

“Of course, Mistress Jade Empress. It is my, no, our family’s great honor for my child to become your disciple.” Damian said, stars in his eyes and a wide smile, too genuine to fake. This constantly scowling man was indeed smiling.

“Disciple?” Theo tilted his head and looked at the Jade Empress in surprise. That was rather surprising. And when he died, he’d write up a really big essay about the failures of the so-called perfect All God, which undoubtedly came out of the man’s own mouth.