1 Chapter 1: A New World
It was nighttime in a unique village that looked like something out of a wonderland between twin mountains.
The sounds of pushing and agonised screams echoed through the village. The silent village woke up in the middle of the night with a baby crying.
The woman in the bloody bed gently took his baby in her hand "Quillon... Quillon Scarlet."
Despite her pale skin and drenched in sweat, she was an elegant and beautiful lady. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She was in her thirties.
Right next to his was a muscular and handsome man about his age, if we ignore the twin small children. The man had jet black hair and deep blue eyes. You could tell he was a blacksmith by the calluses on his hands.
The first day passed with the birth of the baby, and as the couple breathed a sigh of relief, a new day dawned.
The baby, named Quillon, was sleeping soundly in his crib, and there were twin children at his bedside. The twins were only 4 years old and had brown hair and blue eyes. One was a girl and one was a boy.
Carilline, the girl of the twins, looked at his mother Elsa who was holding them and said, "Mummy, will my little sister always sleep? Why isn't he awake yet?" she asked, his curious eyes showing his sweet side.
Elsa smiled and patted his daughter's head and said, "Your sister has just been born, so she is as tired as me. He will wake up after resting for a while."
As they finished talking, the baby in the crib was startled and slowly opened his eyes. While his emerald coloured eyes became clear, he started crying again. With the sound of the baby crying, Elsa sighed and breastfed his baby when she realised it was time for dinner.
The baby calmed down in the evening and looked at the world with curiosity. He had seen every corner of the two-storey house thanks to his mother. He was usually docile and did not cry much. This worried the couple, but after certain checks they were relieved to realise that nothing was wrong.
While the baby was lying on his mother's lap, his father Gerald came and looked at a pair of iron bars standing next to his father with strange eyes. There was something that no one else could see and only the baby could see.
[Iron Rod (F)]
[A rough iron bar, unfinished by a master blacksmith.]
The doll looked at him with a complicated expression and felt strange.
Perhaps thanks to the system connected to its soul, it knew the language of this world and had already adapted to it. It was the sudden sleep and the small body that were constricting and preventing him.
Gerald approached his son and joked with him, then went to the bathroom. When he came out of a nice bath, he sat down at the ready-made table and ate. Then he rocked the cradle as he read a long storybook to his little boy.
Time passed like water and six months passed.
Today was the twins' birthday and a big cake was cut at home. Elsa handed Quillon the whipped cream while Gerald and Ulus, the boy of the twins, competed to eat the cake.
While there was a beautiful family picture, another strange screen appeared in front of Quillon. Also, two types of power appeared in his body.
[Awakening is happening...]
[The principle of the power of Creation and Destruction has been given to the host.]
[Magic power awakens...]
Two different streams of colour began to emanate from the eyes of the Quillon in Elsa's embrace. An emerald colour emanated from his left eye, while a crimson colour emanated from his right eye. This scene alarmed the family and they immediately turned to Quillon.
Elsa hugged Quillon and looked at Gerald in astonishment, "His magic power is coming out. He's only six months old... Gerald will be all right, won't he? My precious baby?!" Gerald looked at his wife with question marks. She didn't know anything. After all, he was a blacksmith in the village. He rarely communicated with master wizards.
As the couple anxiously looked at their children, the light gradually faded and left a permanent mark on their pupils. The left eye was the colour of emerald and the right of ruby. He was a sweet baby with slightly dishevelled black hair.
As the events subsided, the couple quickly checked Quillon. As they transferred their magic power into their son's body, the protection system in Quillon's body activated and cut off the flow of magic power. Gerald was surprised but realised that this was a good thing.
After calming his wife down, he smiled and took Quillon in his arms, "My handsome son must be a genius!" he exclaimed as he turned round. You could see how happy he was.
Another six months have passed since the incident, and Quillon begins to walk and talk sloppily. On top of this, Elsa and Gerald start reading books to their children every day.
Quillon was sitting on the grass at an early hour of the morning, playing with two branches in front of him and a few iron objects that he had taken from his father's work place. He was actually learning his magic.
[Larch Tree Branch (E)]x2
[Iron Ingot (E)]x3
[Leather Strap (E)]x1
While looking at the notifications in front of his eyes, he looked at the side tab, which he saw as an Oct. He looked at hundreds of items burning in a green light in a large place of creation. When he finally chose one, he felt the magic power in his body being pulled away. About half of the magic in his body was gone.
An iron pickaxe appeared while the materials in front of him were mixed with the green light.
[Refined Iron Pickaxe (D)]
[Solid pickaxe, purified by refining irons with the magic of creation.]
He looked at the goose, which was a little bigger than himself, with big eyes and chuckled and laughed.
In the excitement of using his magic for the first time, his laugh turned into laughter and attracted the attention of the twins who were playing games nearby. Elsa also looked at the pickaxe in front of his son from a distance. He had vaguely noticed that a green light was shining. He thought it was an illusion because the weather was bright, but he was surprised when he saw the pickaxe in front of his son.
After Quillon gathered around, Elsa picked up the pickaxe and after looking at it for a while, she was surprised. Smooth workmanship. His husband had been a blacksmith for many years, and she, of course, could understand such things. Looking at his son, he bent down, "Quillon, do you understand the purpose of the spell?" said.
Quillon shook his head "The magic of creation! I also have another spell, but I haven't tried it." he said with a smile. Elsa patted his son's head, "Don't strain yourself too much for today, Quillon. And what's your other magic?" said. After thinking for a while, Quillon said, "Don't destroy it." said. Although the pronunciation was bad, it was understood. Elsa couldn't help but worry when she realized that the two spells were quite opposite from each other.
The opposing spells found in the human body were extremely risky. Lack of a perfect balance there were hundreds of cases that showed that the magic power could get out of control and kill its owner. Elsa ignored her concern for the moment to express it to her husband in the evening and congratulated her son with a smile.
After using the magic of creation, he pointed his palm at the tree, wanting to use the magic of 'destruction' on a whim. As the redness in his right eye intensified, the veins on the right side of his body began to turn black-red. A red and constantly rotating sphere appeared on the palm of his hand as he visibly took on a shape with a malicious aura overflowing from the right side of his body.
"The Purgatory of Redness!"
With the withdrawal of the magic power, the brightness in his eye dropped completely, and as he disappeared, the sphere in his palm hit the tree extremely quickly. It seemed that the tree was destroyed in seconds, and the scarlet fire turned two meters of space around the tree into ashes.
Seeing this scene, Quillon smiled excitedly, but the next second, his eyes closed as the magic power did not remain in his body and he fainted. Elsa, who was closely watching the situation, looked at his son in an extremely worried and fearful way. After a quick hug, he checked his body.
At the sound of the big voice, Gerald and the twins had come to them. They forcibly swallowed while looking at the red hell that was spread out two meters in a circle. Even the power of a small amount of magic in Quillon's body was so terrifying... what was to become of this situation in the future? There was a mountain.. not anymore?
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