The news that Anthony Reed, the "Soulless One," had defeated three students with awakened souls single-handedly spread like wildfire. Coupled with his perfect scores and impossible intellect, rumors began to swirl.
"He must have awakened late!"
"What kind of soul is it? A Scholar Emperor? A Battle God?"
In the office of the Principal, the school's top instructors were gathered. They had run tests on Anthony. The energy signature coming from him was... strange. It wasn't thick and wild like a warrior, nor sharp like a mage. It was deep. Bottomless. Like an ocean hiding a sleeping leviathan.
"Whatever he awakened," the Principal said solemnly, "it is not ordinary. The energy density is immeasurable. His comprehension ability is off the charts."
Anthony, unaware of the discussion, was sitting under a tree in the garden. He was holding a small stone. He focused his mind.
Shape the energy. Understand the desire of the object.
The stone in his hand slowly began to melt, then reshaped itself into a small, intricate statue. It wasn't just transmutation; it was creation.
"You are getting better, young one," Aetherion praised. "But remember. A Millennium Soul brings great power, but also great attention. There are forces in this world that do not like unknown variables."
"I am ready," Anthony said firmly. "Let them come. I was nothing before. Now, I will show the world what a Millennium Soul truly means."
He stood up, the sun setting behind him, casting a long shadow. The first ten chapters of his life were over. The real story was just beginning. The era of the Millennium Soul had arrived.