C-2
Lucas Starlight
A forgotten extra.
An orphan who died early.
A corpse he… had possessed.
Then— A faint chime echoed in his ears.
Ding.
A transparent window materialized before his eyes.
[System Awakening Complete]
Welcome, Lucas Starlight.
Talent Source Integration: 27%
Status: Soul Merged (Stable)
Initializing Status Window…
Lucas froze.
His heart nearly stopped.
This was…
This was impossible.
This was— The character system from Dawn of Eldorin!
He swallowed, eyes widening as a glowing blue status panel unfolded.
[STATUS WINDOW]
Name: Lucas Starlight
Age: 15
Cultivation: G-
Race: Human (Starlight Descendant – Locked)
Class: Magic Swordsman (Dormant)
Elements Awakened:
- Light (Hidden)
- Wind (Hidden)
??? (Sealed)
??? (Sealed)
??? (Sealed)
??? (Sealed)
??? (Sealed)
??? (Sealed)
Stats:
Strength: 3
Agility: 5
Perception: 7
Mana: 1
Vitality: 4
Talent Source: Incomplete
• Perception Boost
• Adaptability Boost
• Learning Acceleration
• Elemental Fusion (Locked)
Masteries:
• Swordsmanship Mastery – Novice
• Magic Control – Unawakened
• Body Reinforcement – Untrained
Titles:
[Slum Survivor (Rank F)]
[Reincarnated Soul (Hidden)]
Lucas stared. His throat tightened. "…I… reincarnated…into the world of Eldorin…"
He wasn't dreaming.
He wasn't hallucinating.
He had become Lucas Starlight, the forgotten extra— except now he had the mind, memories, and system of someone who knew the entire future plot.
A trembling breath escaped his lips.
"This… this isn't just reincarnation… This is a second life…"
He stared at his hands— scarred, thin, calloused from starvation and beatings. The shack around him creaked whenever the wind blew through its broken walls.
The slums. The very beginning. He swallowed.
Lucas Starlight had suffered through hell. For five long years, he ate scraps, avoided gangs, slept in abandoned ruins.
He survived where dozens of children died. And now, Earth Lucas occupied that same body.
He clenched his fists.
"…I won't waste this life."
He stood— wobbly but determined— and pushed aside the tattered blanket. His bare feet touched the cold ground.
The shack door hung open, letting the morning light seep in.
Outside was chaos.
Crumbling stone houses.
Children scavenging for rotten bread.
Gangs yelling.
Merchants cheating desperate peasants.
The stench of poverty. A world where the weak died unnoticed.
A place Lucas Starlight barely survived in.
Lucas exhaled deeply.
"This… is Eldorin."
He felt both fear and excitement.
Fear— because he knew this world was unforgiving.
Excitement— because he knew he wasn't weak anymore.
He had Knowledge of the future and A system
But then—
He felt something move under his shirt.
His hand shot up.
A faint glow pulsed on his chest— a star-shaped birthmark.
"…Starlight…?"
He remembered something from the novel lore.
A forgotten bloodline.
A sealed lineage.
One tied to ancient power.
And implicated in the first war against the Demon Lord.
He shivered. No one knew this in the novel— because Lucas Starlight had died before the truth was revealed.