After accepting the decision to attend school on the other side of the kingdom—an academy far superior to anything Duskarra had to offer—Aiden's new life began to take shape. Though only two years old, he was a quick learner, and his parents decided it was time to begin his training. The prestigious academy had strict entry requirements, and while Aiden wasn't eligible just yet, the groundwork needed to be laid early.
From that day on, Aiden stopped helping his parents with their daily tasks. Instead, they turned their focus toward preparing him for the dark world's unique power system—one that governed not just their lives, but the entire realm.
In this world, there were two primary types of fighters. The first were Object Wielders—those who manipulated the dark energy from their surroundings to create weapons or tools. The second were Spellcasters, individuals who spent decades mastering dark spells through arduous training. Spellcasting was a rare and revered path, often demanding a lifetime of dedication.
Unfortunately for Aiden, he was compatible with neither—at least not yet.
His parents, however, were not ones to be discouraged. They handed Aiden a book filled with basic elemental spells: air, water, fire, stone, lightning, light, and dark. These were simple incantations, designed for children to grasp the fundamentals of magic. What his parents didn't know was that Aiden, in his previous life, had already been well-versed in this kind of world. He had devoured countless isekai and fantasy novels, often stolen and read in secret. This knowledge now served him well.
Aiden dove into the book with unwavering focus, eager to unlock even a fraction of the power it described. But just as he began making progress, his parents returned with unexpected news.
"You're not ready to use spells yet," his mother said gently. "Your body needs time. You'll have to wait until you're four."
Though the delay was frustrating, Aiden nodded quietly. He understood the importance of timing. The magic of this world wasn't something to rush.
To support his growth in the meantime, his parents introduced him to a large chamber within their home—his new training room. It was wide and tall, with enchanted walls designed to absorb stray magic and withstand physical impact. Here, under the watchful eyes of his parents, Aiden's real journey would begin.
His father would train him in object manifestation—creating elemental weapons like a sword of water, a blade of fire, or a hammer of stone. His mother would slowly ease him into the theory and control required for spellcasting. The training would be long and difficult, but it was the path forward.
As the preparations concluded, Aiden looked up at his parents and smiled softly. It was the first genuine smile they had seen from him since his reincarnation—tender and innocent, filled with quiet determination. Their hearts melted at the sight.
Kael, his father, knelt beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Starting tomorrow," he said with a proud grin, "your training arc begins."
And so, Aiden's journey into magic, combat, and the destiny that awaited him in this dark world had officially begun.