"Even if I can't retaliate against you all directly, for the death of my lover and myself." Artemis glared sharply at the gods present.
"But remember, my descendant will bring you all down! Sooner or later, this Heavenly Throne will crumble because of your own actions!" gasped Artemis, nearly depleted of strength.
"Black Hole! Condense and enter my child’s body! Become the energy to awaken the grand legacy I bestow upon him! Guard him until he avenges me!" he exclaimed.
The Black Energy Sphere, which had not been destroyed earlier, only became stronger against Heaven’s Punishment.
The combined power of the gods suddenly vanished as if nothing happened and reappeared as a marble-sized black ball.
Then, the black ball filled with energy entered the forehead of Artemis's baby, activating a sky-defying mechanism, an immense power.
[Introduction to the new Master completed. From now on, the Eternal Insect System will gladly merge with your soul, Little Master! Farewell to my former Master]
The mysterious voice instantly made Artemis smile, and he quickly cast his little baby into a dimensional portal.
He was no longer able to withstand Heaven's Punishment, especially after giving all his essence to the little child, his son.
In an instant, both the baby and the surrounding dimensional rift disappeared. Now only a weakened Artemis remained, bowing to the ground.
With his life’s last moments, he tried to reach for the lifeless body of his lover not far from him. Then, he smiled for the last time.
"I'm sorry, my Love! Our little one must struggle alone in this harsh world. But rest assured, I have equipped him with something even these gods don’t know of! He will–"
Before Artemis could finish his final words to Inggrid, something pre-empted him. The gods unleashed the most potent version of Heaven’s Punishment.
"Heaven's Punishment Arise: We, the Gods, Demand the Annihilation of Existence!" all the gods chanted in unison.
Followed by the Creator God, who sternly rebuked Artemis, "Rather than letting you live, wreaking havoc on the Heavenly Throne! Better you die with your wife's corpse! DIE, GUARDIAN GOD OF THE WORLD!"
The Creator God controlled Heaven's Punishment, emitting a blinding light that pulverized every part of Artemis into dust.
He died beside Inggrid, the Guardian God of the World’s wife, both smiling meaningfully in death.
Slowly, their bodies turned to dust. No remnants of their souls or bodies remained. They both passed away flawlessly, without a trace.
The gods present were relieved, but orders from Frigg Asa kept them busy, all because Artemis managed to send his baby to the underworld.
"Quickly, find that child! I don't care how you do it, just find him! If not, you will face the consequences!" shouted Goddess Frigg Asa, commanding hundreds of gods.
"Yes, Goddess! We will find him!" the gods exclaimed, setting off to search for the child of Artemis and Inggrid throughout the world.
"We must find him, no matter what! At least let us see him killed! The child might fulfill Artemis' curse! You should also go and find him, my Daughter!"
The Creator God approached, giving this order. He stared at the scorched altar in front of him, the remains of Artemis and his wife.
"Alright, Father! I will find him immediately!" Goddess Frigg Asa set out and began to roam the world. She revealed her true nature, ruthless and vile.
Throughout the search for the baby, she ordered all the gods to kill every newborn of the day. Truly heartless.
It's apt to say her cruelty matches her title and power’s name, the Goddess of Destruction. She didn't consider the future consequences at all.
Sadly, even though they searched to the ends of the earth, the infant child of Artemis and Inggrid couldn't be found, due to a special protection continuously guarding the little one.
Frigg Asa's subordinate deities even ordered millions of angels to search, but the result remained the same, they couldn't locate the child of God Artemis.
***
Several days later, at the Farm Field, in the Village of Thousand Insect.
The Baron of the Village of Thousand Insect was harvesting his not-so-great rice, plagued by numerous summer pests.
While engaged in this task, he unintentionally spotted a silhouette of light falling from the sky, revealing a golden-laced basket that landed not far from him.
Curious upon seeing the oddity, the Baron approached to confirm. Soon after, he saw what was inside the basket.
To his astonishment, it contained a baby. "Why is there a baby here? Did it fall from the sky?" wondered the Baron, named Gunnar Balder, shifting his gaze between the baby and the heavens above.
Gunnar Balder was tall, muscular, and firmly built. His sharp eyes and long black hair complemented his look.
Despite being middle-aged, he still appeared handsome, his neat beard imparting a masculine and calm demeanor.
Gunnar tried to check the baby's condition inside the golden basket. But as he attempted to touch it, he noticed blood stains on its handle.
He also observed parts of the basket that were frail and nearly shattered. He instantly felt that something significant was connected to this infant.
After some contemplation, Gunnar aimed to touch the baby and leave the basket behind. But he couldn't, as there was a transparent shield protecting the infant.
"Damn, that hurt!" Gunnar exclaimed, clutching his burnt hand, which felt as though it had been scorched by a peculiar fire infused with potent magic.
"This is a powerful protection. Even I, a former High Wizard of the kingdom, can't breach it. It seems this baby is no ordinary child," he concluded.
Gunnar paused, pondering who the baby might be and its connection to him, who had long lived in this remote village.
He mulled over this until dusk approached, and he still hadn't found an answer to the question in his head.
"Enough of this headache! Let's consider this a divine response to the prayers of my wife and me, wishing for a child," he thought, magically lifting the golden basket.
For a long while, Gunnar pondered alone without finding an answer to his inner queries. Now, he decided to consult his wife.
Before he knew it, he arrived at their simple wooden-block house. His middle-aged wife greeted him joyfully.
They were a contented couple, having retired from their former professions and now living peacefully in this quaint village.
"Welcome–" The sweet smile on his wife, Hilda Inggrid's face, faded instantly upon seeing the baby accompanying him.
Her eyes widened, and she unknowingly exuded a strong magical aura and pressure.
"Who is this baby?" she sharply inquired, a hint of jealousy evident in her voice.
The woman with striking looks and long blonde hair nodded as her husband explained. Her bright blue eyes seemed to understand that something was amiss from her husband's story about the little baby in the basket. "Now I see. So, I want to ask one thing! Have you rescued someone else?" With a proportional body and elegant posture, she sought more clarity from her husband. However, her inquiry halted when she noticed something alarming. "Why is this basket stained with so much blood? Have the royal forces attacked you, my Husband?" Hilda asked, a hint of panic evident in her voice. "Calm down, let's go inside first. I'll explain everything to you. But it has nothing to do with the Kingdom," Gunnar responded, removing his shoes as he entered the house. He placed the baby basket on the dining room table. Meanwhile, Hilda quickly shut the door and took a seat not far from the table. She intently observed the little baby, who seemed so melancholic. "I found this baby descending from th
"I don't care about any of that, let his identity remain a mystery in this World of Magic and Sword.” Hilda no longer cared about her husband's wild assumptions. She continued, “What matters now is that we both take care of this baby. Honestly, I've fallen in love with this adorable little one!" “Perhaps, this is the answer from the Gods to our long-time prayers for a child. May we adopt him as our own, my dear husband?" she asked with hopeful eyes. Gunnar smiled, especially seeing that the tiny baby was now calm and soundly asleep in Hilda's arms. His heart instantly melted. "Of course, I wanted to suggest the same. This is a blessing from the Gods for us, who haven't had a child yet!” Gunnar softly stroked his wife’s hair. He then leaned closer to inspect a necklace on the baby. “It says Arte here. It seems the baby’s name is Arte!” Gunnar whispered. “How about we name him after our family name? He would be Arte Balder. That way, no one would suspect anything in the future," Gu
"Be quiet! It's better if you go to the horse stable now, and feed those horses!" shouted Hilda from behind the door. Once she made sure her husband's voice wasn't audible, she gave Arte a meaningful look. Then she asked, "At this moment, is there anything you wish to do, young Arte?" Responding to his mother’s query, Arte just bowed his head. With his sincere smile, he could feel the warmth of family from this incident. "You remain silent and smile like that, instead of answering your mother's question," Hilda said, observing Arte's lack of response. "But didn’t Mother say earlier that I should be quiet since I was constantly responding?" Arte remarked, still smiling. "You’re right ... well then, go to your room. I will take care of your father, if he's not in the horse stable, he must have gone to the neighbor's house," ordered Hilda, who, it turned out, was quite concerned after scolding her husband earlier. Arte nodded and began to leave. He walked slowly to his room, his l
That voice was none other than the Eternal Insect System, now activated within Arte. It was the grand legacy of the God Artemis to his true-born son. The Mysterious Voice in question was the very figure who had approached Arte. The Voice told Hilda and Gunnar that it was time for Arte to know the truth, as destiny awaited. Arte shouldn’t be forced to stay here, believing he is the child of Gunnar and Hilda. This belief would bind him and make him too pampered given the harshness of this magical world. “If it's indeed the time, we must take action!” Hilda and Gunnar exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. These foster parents had decided to prepare Arte. However, before revealing the truth to Arte, they waited for the right moment, at least until he was ready to accept his true identity. "You're right. Before that day comes, let's make the most of our time, imparting to him all the knowledge of our world! We'll also pass on our Magic and Combat Skills to him," Gunnar decided. "
In the daytime, the training continued, led by Hilda with lessons on the sword, spear, and arrow. It was an intense session that had always been part of Arte's training regimen. "My dear Arte! Would you like to rest for a bit after practicing with your father earlier?" Hilda offered, having witnessed her son conjure a massive Fireball. It consumed a considerable amount of Magic Mana. Thus, she wanted to give her son a brief respite. But Arte's reply was decisive. "It's alright, Mother! I still have the stamina to practice swordsmanship! Let’s begin your training!" Arte responded confidently. "You truly are gifted, my son! In that case, let’s not delay any further. Let’s start with this sword!" explained Hilda, tossing a wooden sword to Arte. "A skilled swordsman trains in various offensive and defensive movements, combining speed, precision, and agility to defeat their opponent. That's the essence of wielding a sword!" Hilda began her explanation. She continued, demonstrating a s
The rigorous training went on, and before he knew it, Arte Balder was now 20 years old, blossoming into a fearless, handsome young man. All the skills possessed by his parents had been passed down to him entirely. Nothing was left out. However, he still needed to boost the capacity of his mana. Arte had even mastered the four fundamental elements of magic simultaneously, and there wasn’t a magical weapon he couldn’t control. That's who he had become. His most significant achievement was integrating magic with weapons. This placed him alongside the genius wizards of this continent. "This is your last training day, Arte Balder, my son!" Hilda exclaimed with joy. “We have nothing more to give. Perhaps, it's only the world that can provide you with valuable lessons!” she added softly. Gunnar, having just arrived, handed over a magical staff and the finest sword to Arte, treasures of the highest caliber in the World of Magic and Swordsmanship. "You've always wanted a genuine sword, ri
Hundreds of witches in this operation are immensely powerful. All of them had trained precisely to launch both ranged and close-quarters attacks. Their combined assault was flawless, with not a single miss. They then attacked Gunnar from all sides, giving the old man no space to move or retaliate. They managed to lock him up with a powerful sealing spell. Meanwhile, Hilda grabbed Arte's hand and tried to flee the scene, following Gunnar's earlier instructions. She did not want her son to be caught by those scoundrels. "We need to get out of here now! Trust your father with everything here! He's strong, he won't be defeated!" Hilda tugged at the somewhat stunned Arte, who was overwhelmed by the inexplicable battle unfolding before him. Arte snapped out of his daze, declaring with conviction, "We should fight alongside Father, Mother! I won't leave him alone! I've become strong, and I'll fight to help Father!" Hilda stopped in her tracks as her pull on Arte had no effect. She looked
Meanwhile, Hilda and Arte had reached a sprawling forest that stretched from the remote village to several major cities in the kingdom. The forest was dense, with sunlight barely penetrating its depths. Moreover, it was inhabited by numerous monsters of various races and high power levels. Yet, none of this deterred Hilda and Arte from their escape. They swiftly made their way through the forest, heading east toward the Blue Dragon City. "Hurry up, Arte! Don't let them catch us!" Hilda sternly warned, holding back tears that threatened to fall at any moment. She was thinking of her husband who was cornered earlier. But all this was just a facade, a ruse to evoke sympathy from Arte. Hilda and her husband had meticulously planned everything. They aimed to eventually mold Arte into a fearsome figure. She had managed to keep this secret perfectly. "Mother, shouldn't we–" "If I say run faster, you run! Your father's sacrifice must not be in vain! We can't teleport too far because of
That morning, as the sun just began to rise over the Flame Mountains, Arte, Imdal, and Freya prepared to continue their journey. They planned to delve deeper into the mountains to find the legendary Phoenix Ashes. However, their plans were abruptly halted when Arte received an urgent notification from the system within him. [It's urgent, Master Arte! Your shop in the city is facing serious trouble. It seems some people are causing problems. You must return immediately!] Arte, surprised by the sudden notification, paused and stared into the distance. "We need to return to the city now," he said with a serious tone. "Our shop is in trouble." Imdal, who was checking his equipment, turned quickly. "Trouble? At our shop? What happened, Arte?" Freya, who was gathering the last of the herbs from the ruins of Dragon Steel, also looked shocked. "Our shop? We need to get back immediately. Who dares cause trouble there?" Without any delay, the trio quickened their pace back to the city. The
Still in the valley of the Flame Mountains, the battle between Arte, Imdal, and Freya against the herd of Dragon Steel reached its climax. Each of their attacks struck with incredible force, creating blinding explosions and lights. Imdal's first attack, "Blade Storm," created a whirlwind of swords pelting the steel skin of the Dragon Steel. Each blade struck with fierce speed and power, making a loud clanging noise upon hitting their steel skin. Though hard, the skin of the Dragon Steel began to show signs of cracking. Freya, with her "Eternal Blizzard," enveloped the battlefield in a bitter ice storm. The ice assaulting the Dragon Steel's bodies produced a deafening cracking sound, momentarily halting their movement. The glowing eyes of the Dragon Steel now emitted smoke, a sign of the burning rage within them. Arte, using "Shadow Strike," leaped high and swung the Time of Death Black Sword with precision. Each of his sword strikes created shadows slicing through the air, targetin
As Arte, Imdal, and Freya continued their struggle against the increasingly enraged Fire Golem horde, the system's voice within Arte brought good news. [Master Arte, you have now successfully defeated twenty Fire Golems. Each Golem is worth 10 Experience Points & 1 System Point. You have accumulated 200 Experience Points & 20 System Points, and... congratulations on your initial success!] Arte, hearing the notification in his head, couldn't hide his satisfied smile. "Thank you, system. I have indeed made significant progress today," he murmured to himself while continuing the battle. Meanwhile, Imdal and Freya were busy harvesting Crystal Hearts from the bodies of the fallen Golems. They worked efficiently, storing the precious hearts in their bags. "Look at this, Imdal. These Crystal Hearts will surely be useful for our new weapons and potions," said Freya, her eyes sparkling at their harvest. Imdal, lifting one of the Crystal Hearts with his sturdy hand, laughed. "Yes, this wi
[Master Arte, remember! These Fire Golems are enormous creatures, clearly made of hot stones and flowing lava, towering in the valley of the Flame Mountains, yet they are vulnerable, and you and your guards can win!] This was the voice of the system within Arte, which continued, [With their massive bodies rumbling with each movement, they seem like the volcano itself is speaking. So, good luck on your first hunt!] Their eyes, glowing with embers, surveyed the vast surroundings vigilantly. Every move they made was filled with the power to shatter anything in their path. Arte, Imdal, and Freya now observed from a distance, assessing the strengths and weaknesses of their foes. "They are strong but slow. We must use our speed and cunning," whispered Arte, his eyes focused on the nearest Fire Golem. Imdal, with his heavy sword ready in hand, stared at the Fire Golem, as if challenging it. "I'll attack from the front, drawing its attention. You two take that chance." Freya, her magic s
At the moment when silence enveloped the Sacred Dragon-Drake Shop, Arte, Imdal, and Freya surrounded a large map spread out on an old wooden table. Their eyes sharply scoured it, seeking the perfect location for their upcoming hunt. Candlelight cast their shadows on the wall, creating a mysterious aura that enveloped the room. "What do you think about the Flame Mountains?" Arte asked, his finger firmly pointing at the map. "Rumors say, there lies Phoenix Ashes and Dragon Steel, both ingredients we need for our new potions and weapons." Imdal, with his sturdy posture, nodded. "The Flame Mountains, a place full of challenges. I'm confident we'll find what we need there. But we must be cautious, the fire monsters there are no easy foes." Freya, her gaze sharp, added, "Also, if I'm not mistaken, there's the legendary Fire Golem. Its power is tremendous, but if we defeat it, we could obtain the rare Crystal Heart, essential for our magic potions." Arte pondered over these facts, weighi
Henry Pendragon sat behind his desk at the Trade Association. The large window beside him provided a perfect view of the city center, including the Sacred Dragon-Dragon Store that was beginning to assert its dominance. Sunlight streamed through the window, perfectly illuminating his room and casting delicate shadows on the marble-floored surface. With a sharp gaze, Henry observed the activities surrounding the store. "He truly is extraordinary!" he murmured, "how did Arte and his two subordinates manage to swiftly transform the face of Blue Dragon City, all starting from a shop I granted them? They are immensely talented!" He smiled in satisfaction, but that smile quickly faded as his eyes landed on an object atop his desk. It gleamed with captivating colors. An ancient artifact called the ‘Nyxion Prism’. An epic-grade artifact resembling a prism, beautifully engraved with a dragon symbol at its center and rare gems on each of its sides. These gems could refract light in a magnifi
With meaningful eyes, Henry replied, “I admire your confidence. But remember this, through diplomacy, showcasing, and respecting their game rules, you can easily prevail.” He then stood up and walked over to the large window, gazing at the city shimmering under the moonlight. “Always bear in mind, every noble has secrets, every family has vulnerabilities. You must learn to observe and listen, turning that knowledge into a formidable weapon!” “Never reveal everything, but always be prepared for any possibility. Play your cards right, and you can acquire power, wealth, and most importantly, live peacefully in this city,” he added with ambition. Freya inquired curiously, "Lord Pendragon, why share all this with us? It seems your relationship with the Firestone Family isn't in good standing, is it?" Henry offered a thin smile. "The Firestone family and I share a long history, filled with conflicts and collaborations. I tell you this because I see potential in the three of you.” “I wag
On the fifth floor of the Trade Association, silence dominated the grand and lavish room. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, casting a gentle and soothing light. This room bore silent witness to countless transactions and negotiations in the Blue Dragon City. Henry Pendragon sat majestically in his mahogany chair, fixing his sharp gaze upon the three individuals before him. Arte, Imdal, and Freya stood confidently, but their demeanor conveyed respect. Henry took a deep breath and then said, "Three strangers coming into this city with a high-grade Artifact surely have specific intentions. So, tell me, what are you really after in this Blue Dragon City?" Arte glanced at Imdal and Freya, then sighed lightly. "We come with sincere intentions, Lord Pendragon. We merely wish to set up a shop here, conducting our business peacefully. This artifact is merely a sample of the quality goods we possess." Henry's eyes narrowed. He could sense something being hidden by the trio. "Many peopl
When Orion Firestone's threat echoed across the floor, his burly and valiant guards quickly moved towards Arte's dining table and his two subordinates. They all stepped forward confidently, acting as if nothing could obstruct their mission to retaliate for the impudent remarks made by Arte and Imdal earlier. Their sharp eyes, like hungry wolves, glared at Arte with full rage. It was clear they wouldn't hesitate to attack. They shouted fiercely. "You commoners are but trash in front of our noble Firestone Family. So, don't blame us if we get rough!" declared one of the guards. "Oh, then try it!" Arte's voice remained calm, now standing tall beside his table, seemingly challenging the guards. He stood firm, knowing he was up against the Firestone Family's elite forces. But just as the guards prepared to charge, two shadows swiftly darted in front of him. Imdal and Freya, Arte's subordinates, with surprising agility and speed, stood between Arte and the advancing guards, ready to co