In this world, there are many mysteries no one is aware of. Just like this, a new world started to unfold for Veol. While he was trying to control what was obviously beyond his current level, he paid the price for not listening to the warnings his fate had given him.

In a distant village, Krem of Elirion, it was a quiet day for the villagers. Some people were working in the fields, and children were playing happily under the shadow of a massive tree. At the center of the village stood the Adventure Guild, where adventurers took jobs: exterminating monsters, guarding villagers, or forming monthly expeditions to check activities in the forest. Many other types of jobs were also offered. Adventurers were given an identity card with runes imprinted on it to help them communicate.

Guilds in Elirion are of three types:

Adventure Guilds: Organizations where adventurers take jobs like hunting monsters, protecting villagers, and exploring dangerous areas, gaining experience and rewards.

Merchant Guilds: Trade-focused organizations managing commerce, resources, and supply chains, ensuring goods and services reach all parts of the kingdom.

Shadow Guilds: Very dangerous jobs reserved for people of Nova tier or above. Famous missions include slaying dragons for their miraculous blood or hunting the rare Griemls—three-eyed creatures whose forehead eye can grant immortality and unimaginable power. Only one Shadow Guild exists, located in the capital.

Suddenly, shouts pierced the calm. Guards ran toward the Adventure Guild, one coughing blood.

"There’s a herd of orcs coming toward the village!"

Panic erupted. Villagers rushed to the underground grain storage for safety. Among them was a nine-year-old girl named Elin, an orphan living with others in a building next to the temple. She had white hair with green eyes that looked as though nature itself had gifted them to her. Energetic and charming, she possessed a vast reserve of pure energy for fire magic—though she didn’t know it yet.

Krem’s guild had only twelve adventurers available to confront the threat. The receptionist sent a help call using Pathcall magic to nearby adventurers and the capital:

"!!! Krem village is being attacked by a herd of orcs. We do not have enough adventurers to tackle this situation. Requesting immediate help!!!"

The Pathcall message glowed brightly until an adventurer saw it. With each passing second, the glow intensified, signaling urgency and ensuring the message could not be ignored. The capital’s Adventure Guild had stone tablets with runes on the back, where such messages would appear.

Elin got pushed by panicked people. She fell to the ground and twisted her leg. She didn’t cry, but her luck seemed terrible that day. The horde of orcs arrived, destroying buildings and rumbling everything in their path. One orc spotted Elin, who was hiding behind a tree with her broken leg. She tried to climb the tree but failed. At that moment, the orc attacked her with an axe. She tried to run and scream for help but couldn’t do anything in her state. Closing her eyes, she braced for the end—but when she opened them:

"How… am I still alive? Didn’t that orc just attack me?"

She saw a man standing behind her. He was covered with a robe and a mask bearing an ancient rune symbol on its forehead—the same as the Elirion flag.

Elin, crying, said:

"Sniff… sniff… thank you so much, mister, for saving me. But how did you just save me? I was right in front of that orc just a moment ago."

The mysterious mage replied:

"Don’t worry about that."

He healed her leg and then moved toward the confused orc that had tried to kill her. In an irritated and funny voice, he said:

"I want to quit this job and live somewhere in the countryside and enjoy my life. Why am I always sent after such a puny little shrimp?"

He raised his hand into the air, and hundreds of ice lances rained down upon the orcs. Moments later, only their dead bodies remained.

"It doesn’t seem I’ll be paid enough for this… Maybe I’ll take a little walk and return late. That way, when I get back to the guild, I can tell them it took ages to defeat these terrifying orcs—and ask for a higher reward."

He lifted himself into the air with wind magic and drifted in the opposite direction of the capital.

Everyone emerged from the underground storage and cheered for victory, though they hadn’t done anything. They had left a girl to die, and their main hero had gone to play his little games while they celebrated.

Elin quietly stood there even after her savior vanished, glaring at the scene with wide-open eyes. When the other villagers noticed she wasn’t in the storage with them, they ignored her. Yes, they ignored her—she was known as a troublemaker. The villagers simply assumed she had survived by hiding somewhere and that the orcs had been killed by some kind of miracle their prayers had summoned while they were underground.

People in this village were kind-hearted but sometimes lacked logic. One of Elin’s friends, Mina, asked her:

"Did you see what happened here?"

Most of her friends weren’t as naive as the other villagers. Elin explained what she had seen, and she became fired up, determined to become a powerful mage like the mysterious man.

Mina lightly tapped her on the head and said:

"Mage?? First, fix your sleep problem. Even during all the commotion, you were sleeping peacefully! I had to wake you up, and it still took you ages to run. That’s why you got left behind and hurt yourself."

Elin laughed:

"Ha ha ha… are you my mom or something?"

After their discussion, they went to eat the free food arranged for the party. Walking toward the party area, Elin said to Mina:

"I will surely join the academy when I turn twelve and study hard to reach the pinnacle of magic."

Meanwhile, in the Elirion royal palace, Veol’s soul had entered a different dimension. He looked around, disoriented, and whispered to himself:

"No… I can’t die yet. Where am I? Why is it so black and quiet? Most importantly… am I really dead? I can’t see my body or feel anything."

A voice echoed from the void:

"You can’t die so easily, Veol."

Veol trembled.

"W-w-who… are y-you…?"

The voice replied:

"I am the one who has no beginning nor end. My presence creates everything and nothing. I don’t exist, yet I do. I am you, and you are me."

Veol’s confusion deepened. He thought it might be the voice of God and that he was somewhere between heaven and the spirit world. He didn’t realize the voice could hear his thoughts.

"What do you desire?"

Confused, Veol hesitated, then said:

"I only have one aim: to avenge my parents and my kingdom’s people. I can’t die yet. Is there no way for me to survive?"

The mysterious voice introduced itself as Aevon, explaining that while Veol wasn’t dead, he had lost all pure energy capacity, meaning he could never use magic. Aevon offered him power beyond gods—but there was a catch: Veol would have to share part of his personality.

Veol, hesitant but determined, asked:

"Very well, I will hear your offer… but first, tell me what you meant by ‘you are me.’ Only then will I listen to your offer."

Aevon’s deep, sharp voice replied:

"You have no standing to question me. Your breath is a loan, and your time is borrowed. My words are not an offer, but a decree. Take it, or be unmade."

Veol, though scared, did not back down.

"Will your offer help me get my revenge?"

"Certainly," Aevon said. "I will grant you power that not even gods can match. But your current body cannot sustain even a fraction of my strength. In exchange, you will share part of your personality with me."

Veol thought to himself: This seems almost too easy… I don’t fully understand it yet, but it looks like I’m about to gain power beyond anything imaginable, while only giving up something I’ve never even heard of.

Veol frowned.

"Personality… what do you mean by that?"

Aevon heard all his thoughts but didn’t reply immediately. Veol repeated the question, this time with rising anger:

"I asked you! What do you mean by personality?"

Aevon’s deep voice finally responded, explaining everything in detail:

"By personality, I mean half of the way you perceive and experience the world will be mine. Think of it this way: from one eye of your body, I will see; from the other, you will. I could have taken over your body entirely, but there is something I need and cannot ignore the laws created—"

Veol’s thoughts flared with impatience.

"I don’t have time for all this twisted explanation. But from what I’ve understood… I agree to your offer."

Aevon went silent. In the next moment, Veol found himself lying on a bed in the royal palace. Oreq was sleeping while sitting in a chair by the window. A huge mirror stood in front of his bed.

Veol stretched his hands and legs and noticed in the mirror that his body had grown, his face slightly changed, and his voice had softened. He murmured:

"Huh… what happened to me? Why do I look like an eleven-year-old, and why does my voice sound… different?"

He didn’t yet realize that during the time he had spent talking to Aevon in the other dimension, two years had quietly passed.

He had no idea what he had done by accepting Aevon’s offer… from the moment he accepted Aevon’s offer, his past, present, and future were no longer his own, a truth he would soon learn with brutal finality.