Night had fully fallen over Ignis Arca.
The sky was dark, illuminated only by the dim red glow of a lava flow snaking in the distance. A hot wind blew gently, brushing against the bedroom window with a faint whisper.
Inside the room—
Silence.
Iggo was fast asleep, one hand still clutching the coin.
Ariven slept more peacefully, though her brow furrowed occasionally—as if even in sleep, her instincts remained on guard.
And between them—
Naivre was still awake.
He was leaning against the wall, his knees drawn up, his eyes open, staring blankly at the floor.
Clarity made everything… too clear.
The words in the hall.
The condescending glances.
The laughter.
The tone of Borin's voice.
Corvus's expression.
It all played back.
Not as raw emotion—
But as structured fragments of information.
Analyzed.
Understood.
"'Wooden box'…"
Naivre murmured softly.
Logically—
It was just a taunt.
Irrelevant to true worth.
No direct impact on ability.
Yet still—
Something lingers.
A burden.
Subtle.
But real.
Naivre closed his eyes for a moment.
Took a breath.
Gathered his thoughts.
Sorted through them.
Reorganized.
What do I have?
What can I do?
What can't they see?
And just as his mind reached its calmest point—
Something happened.
[Sovereign Vault System Activated]
Naivre's eyes snapped open.
Before him—
A transparent window appeared.
Floating.
Invisible to everyone but him.
No excessive surprise.
Just focus.
Clarity went to work immediately.
Observing.
Analyzing.
[Unique Feature: Daily Spatial Rift (Daily Draw) Available]
Naivre read every word.
"Daily… draw?"
He repeated it to himself.
A mechanism.
A resource.
A possibility.
A simple choice appeared.
[Yes / No]
Naivre didn't hesitate for long.
"Yes."
For a moment—
The world felt… frozen.
The space around him vibrated ever so slightly.
As if something very far away… had been touched.
Then—
[Congratulations! You have obtained a Mythic-Tier Item: "The Origin Crucible."
[Congratulations! You have obtained the passive skill: "The Sovereign's Last Refuge."]
No sound.
No explosion.
Yet—
The impact was profound.
Naivre was silent.
His eyes focused on reading.
Every piece of information flowing from the system—
Absorbed.
Processed.
Analyzed.
"The Origin Crucible…"
Instantly—
Understanding dawned.
Not just text.
But… function.
Structure.
Potential.
In his inventory—
Something was now there.
A cube.
Not large.
But perfect.
Its surface seemed to absorb light, with subtle patterns that constantly shifted like constellations.
Naivre "saw" it.
Not with his eyes.
But through his space.
"Processing… transmutation…"
He murmured softly.
Clarity put it all together.
If he fed it material—
Metal, for example—
He didn't just store it.
he could—
Analyze it.
Molecular structure.
Weaknesses.
Imperfections.
And more than that—
He could…
Purify it and also upgrade its grade.
Naivre opened his eyes.
He looked at his hands.
Empty.
But now—
He knows.
It doesn't just store.
It processes.
"Not a warehouse…" he murmurs softly.
Something in his mind shifts.
His perspective shifts.
Then—
A second piece of information emerges.
Deeper.
Heavier…
The Sovereign's Last Refuge
Once he understands it—
Naivre's breath caught slightly.
"…absolute protection…"
But at a price.
A great one.
A very great one.
Gone for years.
A decline in power.
Random locations.
This system…
Doesn't grant power without consequences.
Naivre closed his eyes.
Processing it all.
Without panic.
Without euphoria.
Only… understanding.
A few moments passed.
Silence returned.
But this time—
It was different.
Naivre opened his eyes again.
Slowly.
Then turned toward Iggo.
His younger brother was fast asleep.
The coin in his hand glowed faintly.
Then to Ariven.
Her face was calm.
But her body remained in a ready position.
Naivre stared at them both.
For a long time.
"Iggo has accuracy…"
He muttered very softly.
"Ariven has vision…"
The words felt clear.
Structured.
"I…"
He paused for a moment.
Not because he was hesitating.
But to be sure.
"I will become a workshop."
Not a front-line fighter.
Not the most conspicuous.
But—
The one who shapes everything.
"I will forge them…"
His gaze hardened slightly.
"…into legends."
The night breeze blew gently through the window.
Bringing warmth… and calm.
Naivre leaned back against the wall.
His eyes began to feel heavy.
It had been a long day.
Too long for a nine-year-old.
But that day also—
Changed everything.
Slowly—
His consciousness faded.
Inside him—
That space remained.
Serene.
Deep.
Boundless.
And for the first time—
He didn't feel small within it.
He… was its center.
The night went on.
Silence enveloped Ignis Arca.
And inside that small room—
Three children slept.
No one knew—
That tonight…
A power that would shake the world—
Had truly awakened.