The Void

Looking around all he could see was darkness. Rubbing his eyes repeatedly, the young master started to question whether or not he was blind. He could tell he was alive, but he could not remember what happened.

Recalling the previous events, he tried to figure out the possibilities that would allow for him to end up in this situation. But I'm confident I had died. There should have been no chance of me surviving the slaughter of my empire. The young lord thought in his mind. No… maybe I did die?

Is this what life is after death? No, that can't be? Or maybe this is my hell… he could not help but think. He could not move, he could not hear, and he could not feel anything which would fit his vision. What is this!? The young man thought while slightly panicking. A cold chill flashed through his mind as he realized he may be stuck like this for eternity.

He tried and tried and tried to do something, but to no avail. God help me, do not let me suffer this injustice! He screamed in his mind. Of course, there was no response.

Nevertheless, even in a panicked state of mind, he still had his calm and calculated side. While still pondering on the many possibilities that could have led him there, he also started to think about the amount of time he would spend.

Days passed and nothing had changed from the beginning. But the man closest to god did not continue to panic, no, he had come to an understanding that panicking would not change anything. And knowing that this was a good time to become even stronger!

He would become the strongest under the heavens and never let history repeat itself! But how could he train? Pondering about it for a while, he suddenly became very calm. Crying out of joy in his mind for realizing that he had become enlightened. Finally knowing the way he could train he suddenly put on a confident expression and began his training.

Many would not even be able to understand what he was doing. He could not move, he could not see, heck he could not even feel. But, he could still think. Training his mind he first tried to feel the calmness in the void that he was in. Yes, feel the calmness.

Months passed and the man closest to god could now be considered the calmest mortal in the vast universe. Even if watching the sky fall and the stars imploding, he would still remain unfazed. Of course he could still feel anger. But even his anger would still come along with a terrifying degree of sharpness and calculation.

No longer a rash person, continue he did. First his calmness, next his tactics, then came his calculations. Years passed and he could not remember how long he had even been training his mind.

But before even thinking about the next step, pain came harsh and fast. It was not like physical pain, but instead, much worse. It came in a condensed form straight into his head. Wallowing in pain, thinking straight was a large problem. But after training his mind, he still continued to think.

Nothing happened after the pain came. Nonetheless the pain stayed. As cold sweat was imagined in his mind, he continued to train his mind. By training and adapting! Only then could he overcome the pain in his mind.

Years on end continued to come and go. But he had already lost track of time during his fight with pain. Though, it was not without its benefits. Facing such a severe pain allowed him to reach even further into enlightenment in understanding that pain is not something that should be avoided, but something that should be overcome!

There was no possible way to continue figuring out the time that had passed so he just put it at the back of his mind and stopped thinking about it. Continuing to train his mind to persevere through this darkness was definitely a wise choice. Cause little did the young lord know how astounded he would be if he had long counted the amount of time he had been in the void.

While in the middle of image training with his spear, he suddenly felt a pull on his mind. Preparing to face pain as it was relatively similar to the previous time, he composed his mind and was ready to overcome it. Yet the pain never came. The pull continued to get stronger, and stronger, and stronger. Then nothing.

However, that nothing became something as he started to feel. Feeling! He voiced in his mind while elated. Feeling around himself, he felt something warm, but at the same time a cold breeze. Forcing open his eyes, everything around him swam with weird colors and blurs. Not understanding what he was seeing yet, he suddenly felt like his ears were free from silence.

And instantly, an old lady's voice was heard, "Congratulations madam! Your child has great ability to become a mage!"

"Really!? Honey don't you see how gifted our child will be in the future!" A clearly younger lady said

"Of course he will be, as he is Atlas Kosmos, son of I the one and only, Euclid Kosmos!" Hahahahahahaha, laughter rang around the room ranging from high pitches to low pitches.

"Stop being a clown! Come over here and hold your child!" The feminine voice said as a flash of defeat whiffed across the man's face right after.

"Ah yes sorry…"

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The Young Lord now called Atlas Kosmos had been alive for a few weeks now. It had taken a while for his vision to return. By constantly redirecting the mana from the surrounding world into his eyes he could see just as the average person could even though he was still but an infant.

Gazing up at the lady breastfeeding him, he could see her charming smooth long brunette hair and jade like face. This lady was his mother and her name was Alissa Kosmos, she was rather young at 23 years old but still had the gratefulness of a mature woman.

Atlas right after being born could not come to terms with his mother's attempt at breastfeeding him and kept turning his head away. But when he got hungry he reluctantly let it happen as he did not want to return to the void he just came from.

While being fed a booming voice came from the hallway and a man appeared in the doorway. This man was his father who loudly introduced himself at his birth. The man had a cleanly shaved face, a straight jawline and was definitely a lady killer since childhood. His stature stood at about 6 foot 5 reassuring Atlas that he would be rather tall later in life.

"How's the young man doing!" His loud obnoxious voice came through

"Call him by his name you big oaf! I don't want him to grow up with your attitude and rudeness… if you even lead him into that direction there will be consequences!" Alissa responded with a glare that sent shivers down her husband's spine.

Laughing in his mind at the dialogue that seemed straight out of a rom com, Atlas was rather content so far with his new life. His parents were definitely nice people and his Father seemed rather built at the age of 27. Thinking to himself that his father had some sort of fighting background.

The house they lived in was a small mansion in a village called Lake Village as his parents were nobles since birth. But he enjoyed that they did not feel conceited towards the common folk and even had a lot of relations with them. Arrogance is good as it shows confidence but being too arrogant can lead to death.

Finally done with being fed, he fell asleep...