Chapter 1

Feathers...

Feathers falling from the sky...

Feathers floating in bubbles, falling from the sky...

Feathers, enveloped and shrouded in a white halo, floating in bubbles, falling from the sky...

This was the scene that unfolded before the boy's eyes...

And this scene was the first to enter his mind after he opened his eyes, truly possessing his own will and consciousness, though he appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, he was truly just born.

Everything before his eyes was white...

The feathers, glowing and floating in bubbles, were even more pure white...

It was a world with nothing...

All that existed was a blinding white, and the white feathers that drifted back and forth in the bubbles, wandering in this white world...

Staring at this incredible scene, the boy seemed to be in a daze, his jet-black, neatly cut short hair fluttering in the wind, his deep, star-like dark eyes gazing at the feathers falling from the sky, feeling as if he were in amniotic fluid, in his mother's embrace, his heart filled with warmth and peace.

However, this feeling did not last long. The next scene that appeared before the boy's eyes made his heart suddenly tremble.

Still, feathers floating in bubbles, falling from the sky...

But this time, these feathers, floating in bubbles and falling from the sky, not only lost their brilliant white halo but also seemed to be deliberately broken, becoming fragmented and dull...

Watching these fragmented, dull feathers, gradually falling from the sky in this white world, the boy's emotions were very complex.

Disappointment?...

Anger?...

Sorrow?...

Reluctance?...

Perhaps all of them.

But the emotion that emerged the most was only one—heartache.

Following the various emotions in his heart, the boy almost instantly had a vague feeling.

His birth seemed to be for the purpose of restoring these heart-wrenching, fragmented, and dull feathers to their original form and brilliance...

Thus, the boy, almost involuntarily, extended his hand toward the nearest fragment of a feather that was about to fall in front of him...

The 'White Dream'... ended here...

...

"——!"

As if waking from a nightmare, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up abruptly like a tightly wound spring that had suddenly been released.

"Huff... huff..."

Breathing slightly rapidly, the boy covered his head with one hand, his deep, dark pupils flickering, still dazed from the 'White Dream,' but more so confused.

With a look of melancholy, the boy, who appeared to be around eleven or twelve years old, raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion, and looked around.

This was some unknown forest.

All the boy could see were trees of various sizes and a clearing covered with fallen leaves.

At this moment, green and yellow leaves were still falling from the trees, some landing on the ground, others being carried by the wind toward the boy, who was sitting on the ground, wrapped in only a piece of cloth, his face filled with confusion, making him momentarily feel as if he were seeing the feathers falling from the sky again, almost falling back into the 'White Dream.'

However, reality was undoubtedly more cruel than the dream.

Unlike the beautiful and incredible 'White Dream,' this ordinary forest, when the boy's gaze fell on the nearby bushes, made his newborn mind suddenly blank and numb.

"Roar..."

Low, suppressed roars echoed through the clearing covered with fallen leaves.

"Rustle... rustle..."

Footsteps, as if rubbing against something, also sounded.

Before long, huge black shadows emerged from the bushes surrounding the clearing where the boy was, slowly appearing in his line of sight.

They were terrifying creatures, over two meters tall, on all fours, with green eyes and faces full of savagery.

If the boy had normal human knowledge, he would certainly know that these terrifying creatures over two meters tall were super-developed wolves.

"Roar..."

With low, suppressed roars, the black, terrifying wolves emerged from the forest, their eyes glowing green, staring intently at the boy sitting in the clearing, slowly surrounding him.

"——!" The boy, sitting on the ground and wrapped in only a piece of cloth, his pupils dilated, his head buzzing, his heart pounding, and his muscles tensing, felt a burning sensation in his throat.

Even though he did not know what these creatures were, the boy sensed danger from their savage and fierce eyes.

The buzzing in his head told him to run!

The pounding in his heart told him to run!

The dryness in his throat told him to run!

Even the voices from all directions, which only he could hear, seemed to be shouting at him to run!

Run! Run! Run!

But even though the boy knew he had to run, his limbs seemed to be working against him, the strength in his body gradually draining as the huge, terrifying creatures approached.

Although he appeared to be around eleven or twelve years old, this scene before him, along with the 'White Dream,' was all the boy's memory contained.

In other words, the boy did not know why he was here, why he was only wrapped in a piece of cloth, and even if his real age was eleven or twelve, the years and memories of the past eleven or twelve years were not in his mind.

This was a boy truly like a newborn!

Unfortunately, in this moment of being like a newborn, the boy experienced the first emotion this world brought him.

Its name was—fear!

"Roar——!"

Finally, the terrifying creatures, which had slowly surrounded the boy, seemed to think he had given up on survival, no longer suppressing their hunger or the roars in their throats, and roared, leaping out like bullets, like arrows, transforming into black shadows, pouncing on the boy.

"——!"

At this moment, the boy's fear also erupted.

His burning throat could not produce a sound.

His weak limbs could not support his body.

The boy could only open his eyes, which were dilated, his buzzing head freezing, his heart cold, watching the black shadows, filled with savagery, growing closer and larger in his field of vision, allowing the emotion of fear to surge through his body.

Just before the boy was about to be devoured by the wolves, the fear surging through his body suddenly brought a warm current.

"Buzz——!"

A blinding light suddenly appeared around the boy, about to be covered by the savage black shadows, like a white sun, emitting a strong light without any heat, enveloping every corner of the scene.

Then, the blinding light turned into a physical impact, spreading out from the boy's body.

"Boom——!"

"Roar——!"

With a loud, synchronized sound, the black wolves, which had been roaring and pouncing on the boy a moment ago, let out cries of pain, their huge bodies rebounding from the strong light at a speed faster than they had pounced, landing on the ground or against the surrounding trees, and collapsing, their fates unknown.

At this moment, the strong light gradually dissipated, exposing the boy, whose face was full of panic, to the air.

Only then did the boy's mind, frozen by fear, begin to function again, looking at the huge, terrifying creatures that had fainted and lay around him, his face a mix of panic and confusion.

Clearly, with a mind like a newborn, the boy could not understand what had happened.

Of course, the boy's inability to understand did not mean that others could not understand.

"Such powerful magic..."

This was the first complete sentence the boy heard since he came to this world, with his own memory.

However, to the boy, this complete sentence was almost the same as the roars of the huge black wolves, bringing him only panic and fear.

"Don't be afraid... child..."

Seemingly seeing the panic and fear on the boy's face, the owner of the voice softened their tone, making it full of peace and kindness, and then appeared in front of the boy as the voice faded.

The boy only felt a blur before his eyes, and a figure appeared in his line of sight.

It was an extremely old man, at least seventy years old, but only as tall as a child, wearing a luxurious white coat.

The short, old man turned his wrinkled eyes to the boy sitting on the ground, full of panic and confusion, first sizing him up, then smiling kindly.

"Child, what is your name?"

Name?...

This absolutely unfamiliar word entered the boy's ears, but he inexplicably understood it.

Thus, the boy, using a hoarse, young, and unnatural voice, slowly revealed the only name that had existed in his soul since he gained memory.

"No... ah..."

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