Primordial Heir: Nine Stars

After passing the checkpoint and having their identities verified, they were allowed through. Thanks to the patriarch’s approval, the procedure he had initiated beforehand to change his name went smoothly.

An overwhelming sight greeted him as he stepped into the capital: a sea of skyscrapers and well-maintained roads, truly majestic. It was the most beautiful and advanced city on the continent. Naturally, due to its size, it was divided into several districts. Magnolia was several times the size of Constel, housing millions of people; it could be called the heart of the continent, no, the heart of the world.

They didn’t stop upon arriving in the capital, heading straight into the northern district, the 13th district, also known as the Academy City of Elysia—a city within a city.

Glory Academy was nestled in the heart of the Academy City, Elysia.

After leaving the car, everyone went their separate ways, and Nero headed to rent a cheap inn in the academy city. It cost 9,000 Ẕ. After taking a bath, he sat in meditation on the couch. It was time to reflect on the idea he had on the way to the capital.

There had to be a reason why, unlike others, he couldn’t sense the primordial energy. He was trying to find a solution to understand this phenomenon when he remembered that his eyes sometimes saw strange lines when he looked at others. He couldn’t control it yet, but he believed those lines must be related to primordial energy somehow, because when he disrupted the focal point between them, the ability to manifest the law vanished.

While he couldn’t control this ability, an idea struck him: what if he could use it on himself? It sounded absurd, but it was worth a try. But how could he use this ability on himself? He couldn’t possibly remove his eyes to look at himself, and then it hit him—a mirror! He went to check the bathroom mirror, and fortunately, it was removable.

He placed it against the bedframe and sat down to face the mirror. He fully opened his eyes, his reflection staring back at him: a pale white face, dark blue hair, and swirling red eyes.

At first, there was nothing, but he wasn’t about to give up, so he concentrated harder. His eyes began to shine as if responding to his will; he was bewildered by this, but he focused, and then it happened—a sharp headache struck him as his vision began to blur. He stopped seeing his reflection in the mirror and instead perceived a 3D image of his upper body, filled with tangled lines.