The divine hall shimmered with radiant light.
At its center floated the Appraisal Orb, glowing softly as the priests prepared to test the newborn heroes.
Around them stood nobles, knights, and mages — all silent, waiting. The air hummed with reverence.
Twenty infants lay in white cradles lined up before the orb, each destined to be measured — their potential revealed, their gifts recorded.
But among them, one child lay completely still.
No sound. No movement. Just sharp, watchful black eyes scanning every flicker of light and shadow.
That child was Ryn.
The priests began.
When the golden-haired Sun was carried to the orb, its glow flared violently.
"SSS-rank potential!" cried the High Priest. "Class — Hero of Light! Gift — Holy Sword!"
The crowd erupted in awe and worship.
Then came Alicia. Her crimson hair shimmered faintly, her expression calm even in infancy. When her tiny fingers touched the orb, a spectral beast's roar echoed faintly through the hall.
"SS-rank potential! Class — Beast Tamer! Gift — Divine Contract!"
Applause thundered again.
Then Torn, the sturdy boy with a calm aura.
"A-rank potential. Class — archer. Gift — arrow of light."
And Eli — quiet, unassuming. The orb's light flickered weakly, then stabilized.
"A-rank potential. Class — Swordsman. Gift — Celestial Swordsmanship."
A few nobles sighed in disappointment. "Another average one," one murmured.
The priest nodded politely. "Average, but steady. He may grow well with training."
Finally, it was Ryn's turn.
The orb shimmered faintly as his small hand touched it.
Then… silence.
The glow dimmed — then pulsed, once, twice — before flickering erratically as if confused.
A strange hum filled Ryn's ears, and suddenly—
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[System Activated]
[Name: Ryn]
[Level: 1]
[Class: Candidate of the Creator]
[Gift 1: Stealth (B-Rank)]
[Gift 2: Eye of the Creator (??? Rank)]
[Stats]
STR: 3 | AGI: 2 | VIT: 3 | MANA: 5 | END: 3
His mind froze.
The Eye of the Creator…?
He recognized it. That name — that power — it belonged to a swordsman in a novel he had once read. A man named Eli, who fought against fate itself… and lost.
Ryn's cold eyes shifted toward the quiet boy named Eli.
So he was meant to have it.
The orb suddenly stabilized, its color returning to normal.
"B-rank potential," announced the priest. "Class — Assassin. Gift — Stealth."
There was no mention of a second gift. The orb couldn't even detect it.
The nobles barely paid him any attention.
A B-rank among legends — forgettable.
Exactly what Ryn wanted.
He glanced at the knights standing in the corner, the winged sun emblem gleaming on their chestplates.
That symbol. He remembered it — from that very same novel.
His eyes narrowed.
No… this can't be a coincidence.
Somewhere deep inside, the Eye of the Creator pulsed faintly, as if confirming his thought.
I've been reborn… inside that story.