February 1st, 1810.
In the heart of the grand forest, where wild animals freely roamed and birds soared in flocks, the soft melodies of mother birds chirping to their young echoed through the trees. The forest seemed endless, stretching beneath a clear blue sky.
High above, a dragon with shimmering silver scales and striking golden eyes glided effortlessly. Its massive wings cut through the air with grace, dwarfing the smaller birds that flew alongside it.
Anastasia sat astride the dragon, Alcmena, her hair whipping in the wind as they soared above the forest canopy. Her laughter rang out, full of exhilaration and joy, as she experienced the thrill of riding a dragon for the first time.
Alcmena, pleased to see Anastasia's delight, suddenly sensed a shift in the air. A surge of powerful energy was coming from the direction where Xavier was training.
"My apologies, milady," Alcmena said, his tone calm but serious. "It seems we won't be able to continue our lovely flight. Xavier appears to have completed his training."
Anastasia, a little disappointed but understanding, replied, "Oh, alright! I was starting to get a little worried about how the young master was doing."
With a sudden burst of speed, Alcmena shot towards Xavier's location, effortlessly breaking the sound barrier as he flew.
Arriving at said place, Xavier, who was in his RealmHeart state, sat peacefully meditating beneath a waterfall as he took slow, deep breaths with his eyes closed.
As Xavier slowly extended his right hand, the aura around him pulsed with life. Ethereal energy, drawn from the very essence of nature, began to converge toward him, swirling gently around his hand like a soft breeze. With intense focus, Xavier visualized compressing that energy into a single point in space, and as he did, the very fabric of reality began to warp and distort around him.
Then, without warning, a loud crack echoed as space itself folded inward. In his palm, a small yet visible black hole began to form, spinning with an otherworldly force.
After countless attempts and near-defeats, when hope had nearly slipped away, Xavier had finally achieved the godlike technique of the Dragon King—Blackstar Authority.
Opening his eyes slowly, he shouted with exhilaration, overwhelmed by his success in manifesting the black hole Alcmena had taught him to create.
"Master, look!" Xavier exclaimed in sheer delight. "I've done it! I've actually conjured a black hole!"
Alcmena stood frozen, his expression one of astonishment, though his thoughts raced with something deeper.
"I can hardly believe it," Alcmena thought to himself. "I knew the boy was gifted, but this... this is beyond extraordinary."
"Calling him a genius would be an understatement. He's something more—something far greater. A super-genius."
"To have mastered my Blackstar technique in just one month is incredible, but to form a quantum black hole? That's something I couldn't have foreseen."
Alcmena's mind raced as he tried to comprehend it. "How did he manage to create a quantum black hole, a feat nearly impossible within the physical realm, and yet conjure something so minuscule and precise in his mind?"
Anastasia, standing beside Alcmena, couldn't hide her amazement. "To wield such a tremendous and powerful aura at such a young age is nothing short of astonishing! Young Master truly carries the bloodline of an Ivanovich!"
Xavier, rubbing his nose with a hint of pride, grinned. "Thanks for the compliment, Miss Anastasia!"
As Xavier reverted back to his original form, his hair no longer golden like the sun while in his RealmHeart state, Xavier slowly stood beside Alcmena as he teased. "What's wrong, Master? Why do you look so pale in shock? Are you perhaps a bit salty that I was able to use your 'great' and ' mighty' ability in only a month?".
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The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening
FantasyIn a world where power isn't just a privilege but a birthright, those born with supernatural abilities stand at the top-revered, feared, and often consumed by their own arrogance. The powerless? They're left to survive in the shadows, treated as not...
