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The Chronos family had always held a special place among the thirteen Overlord families, for they alone commanded the mysteries of space itself. No one could say for certain who was strongest among the families, but one truth was universally acknowledged—none dared provoke Chronos. To confront a Chronos directly was to invite defeat.
In every generation, a terrifying prodigy was born within the family—one who would trample over all their peers.
But this generation… was different. No, far beyond different.
The Chronos family produced a monster with SSS-ranked talent.
Born to Zenox Chronos, the family head, and Lady Anabella Chronos, the daughter Zera Chronos was hailed from birth as the next supreme ruler of the family. Celestia itself rejoiced at her birth.
But the joy did not last.
For she wasn't the only child born that day.
She had a twin.
What should have been a double blessing became the greatest humiliation in Chronos history.
Her brother's talent was revealed to be E-rank, the lowest grade—something seen only among commoners. Never before had a direct heir of an Overlord family been born with such pitiful talent.
The child who should have received love and protection instead received mockery and contempt.
Stripped of his surname, exiled to the outer edges of the palace, and abandoned without care, he grew up alone.
Six years of ridicule and bullying hardened his heart.
He learned to endure.
But he did not forget.
Every insult.
Every beating.
Every humiliation.
He carved them into his soul—debts he would one day return tenfold.
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CHRONOS MAIN PALACE – TRAINING GROUNDS
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A group of six- to eight-year-old children flickered across the training field, their bodies vanishing and reappearing as the space around them twisted like rippling water.
This was basic training for the Chronos children—masters of the void. At higher mastery, they could even slip free from Celestia altogether.
At the far edge of the field, three children lounged around instead of training. Yet no instructor dared scold them—they were SS-ranked monsters, the pride of the family.
A slim boy with long hair and an arrogant posture stood at the front—Argon Chronos.
A broad-shouldered boy slept on the ground like a boulder—Cyril Chronos.
A handsome boy with silver-grey hair grinned lazily beside them—Noah Chronos.
"Hey, Cyril, why are these pests trying so hard?" Noah chuckled. "Using space movement isn't that difficult, right?"
"…" Cyril remained silent.
"As quiet as ever," Noah laughed.
"You shouldn't poke him today," Argon warned. "He's still furious."
"Him? Why?" Noah raised a brow, watching Cyril's twitching eyelid.
"He got slapped around by the young lady. Cried too." Argon smirked.
Noah's smile froze.
"No way he actually talked to her? Even we wouldn't dare. SS-rank or not, we're nothing compared to her."
A heavy silence fell.
They were hailed as geniuses… but they all knew there was someone they could never surpass.
The difference between SS and SSS wasn't just a rank—it was an unbridgeable chasm.
Their destinies were predetermined the moment they awakened.
Suddenly Cyril sat up, eyes bloodshot.
"Hmph. I'll prove my worth to her during the Spirit Mark Ceremony in four years," he growled. "But before that… I need to vent."
Noah's grin returned. "So who's the unlucky victim today?"
Argon's smile turned predatory.
"How about that exiled scum?"
"Will that be okay?" Noah hesitated. "Cripple or not, he's still the son of the head and that terrifying woman."
"He's nothing," Cyril sneered. "Abandoned by his family. Even his own sister despises him."
He smirked and stood.
"Come. Let's visit our little exiled prince."
And so the three prodigies walked toward the dilapidated hut at the edge of the Chronos estate.
None of them knew…
This meeting would ignite a storm capable of shaking Celestia itself.
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