Morning arrived with a quiet clarity, yet for him, everything already felt different. The world had not changed—but his place within it had. The events of the previous day still echoed faintly in his mind, not as excitement, but as a reminder. Things had begun to move, and from now on, every step would matter.
He found his family gathered in the living area, the atmosphere calm, almost as if they had been expecting this moment. For a brief second, he stood there silently, then walked forward without hesitation.
"I'll be leaving soon," he said.
His mother, who had been arranging things on the table, paused mid-motion, her expression shifting slightly as she turned toward him. "Leaving?"
His father, seated nearby, looked up as well, his gaze steady, already understanding what those words implied.
"I've decided where I'm going," he continued calmly. "I'll apply to Cheonryeong Grand Academy."
The name itself carried weight.
It wasn't just the best academy in the country—it was a place known for producing individuals who shaped the future. A powerhouse where talent alone wasn't enough, where only those capable of surviving its pressure could truly rise. The competition there was relentless, the standards absolute.
For a moment, silence lingered.
His mother's expression turned conflicted, a mix of pride and concern surfacing at the same time.
"But… that place… it's too far. And it's dangerous too, isn't it?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Before he could, his father spoke.
"If that's where you've decided to go, then go."
His voice was calm, firm, leaving no room for doubt.
His mother looked at him. "You're just going to let him—"
"He's not a child anymore," his father said quietly. "Not after yesterday."
The room fell silent again.
Then he turned his gaze back to him.
"Walk the path you choose," he continued. "But don't throw your life away carelessly."
A brief pause followed before he added,
"And whatever you do… make sure it's something you won't regret."
Those words carried more meaning than they appeared to on the surface.
He nodded once. "I understand."
His mother sighed softly, her resistance fading, though worry remained in her eyes. She stepped closer, adjusting his collar instinctively, as if he were still the same child from before.
"Just… be careful," she said quietly.
"I will."
A faint smile appeared on his face. At that moment, his sister's absence felt noticeable.
"…She's already there," he thought.
From the memories, he knew she was part of Cheonryeong Grand Academy. Unlike him, she hadn't returned for long—her responsibilities there kept her occupied. In a way, it made sense.
They were already walking the same path. Just at different stages.
Not long after, preparations were made. There wasn't much to carry, but the weight of leaving felt heavier than any luggage. Still, he didn't hesitate.
When the time came, he stepped out. Alone. The road ahead stretched forward, long and uncertain, yet clear in its direction.
Traveling across the country wasn't unfamiliar in this world, especially for those seeking opportunity. The closer he moved toward the academy's region, the more he could feel the difference. The atmosphere itself seemed denser, filled with individuals who carried strength in their presence alone.
"…So this is where they gather," he murmured.
But he didn't rush. There was still something he hadn't explored properly. The system.
As he continued along the road, his focus turned inward, his thoughts aligning with the interface that existed within him.
"…Lottery."
The word surfaced naturally. If what he understood was correct, this function was based on chance—but in stories like the ones he had read, chance often favored those who knew when to use it.
"…Let's see what kind of start I get."
With that thought, he activated it. For a brief moment, nothing happened. Then—A subtle shift. A faint glow appeared within his perception, followed by a slow rotation of something unseen yet clearly present. It wasn't flashy, not overwhelming, but it carried a quiet sense of anticipation.
Then—It stopped. A single notification appeared.
[Reward Obtained: Dragon Blade Dance]
[Rank: S]
[Type: Growth Type Technique]
His steps slowed slightly.
"…S Rank?"
A rare result. And not just that—A growth-type technique. He focused immediately, absorbing the details as they unfolded.
A sword-based technique.
Elegant.
Fluid.
But beneath that elegance—
Power.
The more it was practiced, the stronger it became. Not limited by its initial level, but capable of evolving alongside its user.
"…So it grows with me…"
A faint smile appeared on his face. That alone made it far more valuable than ordinary techniques.
He could feel it already, a subtle understanding settling into his mind, as if the foundation of the technique had been planted within him.
Not mastery.
But a beginning.
"…Good."
His confidence didn't spike suddenly, but it deepened.
This was exactly the kind of advantage he needed—not something overwhelming, but something reliable, something he could build upon.
Ahead of him— His destination awaited.
Cheonryeong Grand Academy.
And beyond that—The entrance examination. A test not just of strength, but of capability, awareness, and potential. A test that would be broadcast across the entire country.
"…So everyone will be watching…"
He exhaled slowly, his gaze steady. Excitement. Pressure. Expectation. All of it existed. But none of it shook him.
"…Let them watch."
His steps continued forward, unhurried yet unwavering. This was only the beginning. And this time— He was ready.
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To be continued..