"Alright guys i will use my skill to take us into my realm do not reject it." , Ciel used the skill realm seize on both of them and then entered realm himself.
The shift was subtle at first—like stepping through a warm veil of air. One blink, and the the room they were in was gone. Another blink, and an entirely different world unfolded.
They stood in open, untouched land. The air felt heavier, richer—like every breath carried threads of mana. Above was a pale, cloudless sky, its light neither sun nor moon, but something in between.
In the center of it all stood a world tree seedling, no taller than Ciel’s waist. Its thin trunk glowed faintly, and its leaves shimmered as though kissed by morning dew that never dried.
A few meters away, two crystalline mana wells pulsed with gentle blue light. Their liquid surfaces rippled without wind, giving off an energy that prickled against skin and filled the air with the faint hum of power.
“…This is it?” Veldora asked, scanning the barren horizon. “Not going to lie, I expected… more, like a castle or at least a mansion.”
Ciel’s gaze lingered on the seedling. “This is only the beginning. The tree will grow. The realm will expand. For now, what’s here is enough to set us up for power levelling our skills.”
Sora’s eyes traced the mana wells. “They’re beautiful… and are they generating mana?”
Ciel nodded, “Yes one of the perks of being a realm holder getting to make structures in your realm just like major guilds sets up mana refineries to absorb mana from nature and condense into stones think of these wells as a miniature version of them. Each one generates a hundred units a day. The world tree takes fifty to maintain and function in return increasing mana density of the realm, leaving me with a total of a hundred and fifty units daily. Right now, that’s more than enough for training our skills.”
Veldora folded his arms. “Alright, I’ll bite that, but why train here instead of outside?”
Ciel turned to them, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. “Because of my unique skill: Time Flow. Inside this realm, time moves at a ratio of one to three compared to the outside world.”
The words seemed to hang in the air.
“…Wait,” Sora said slowly, her expression shifting from curiosity to disbelief. “Did you just say unique skill?”
Veldora’s head snapped toward him. “You’re joking.”
Ciel tilted his head. “Why would I?”
Sora stepped closer, voice low. “Ciel… you know how skill ranks work. Basic, Normal, Extra, Ultimate, and then—Unique. Even an Extra skill at First Awakening is enough to get noticed by the big guilds. A First stage Awakener with an Ultimate skill? That’s the kind of person the Seven Skies themselves would fight over.”
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“And unique skills…” Veldora’s voice trailed off, a rare seriousness in his tone. “No one gets those at First Awakening. Not in recorded history. People say they can bend the laws of reality itself like a fire that is cold, a space with no gravity and your skill bends the flow of time.”
Ciel said nothing, letting the weight of their words sink in.
Sora exhaled slowly, shaking her head. “Skills already get harder to level the higher their rank. I can’t imagine what it takes to grow a Unique one.”
“You don’t need to imagine,” Ciel said. “You’ll see it.”
Veldora blinked, then grinned despite himself. “…So, you’re telling me we can train for a week straight in here, and only two days and a few hours will pass outside?”
“Correct.”
Sora’s lips curved upward. “That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s the point,” Ciel replied, his voice sharpening into resolve. “If we push ourselves here, by the time the Academy exams come, we’ll be untouchable.”
“You don’t need to imagine,” Ciel said. “You’ll see it. In fact—let’s make the most of it right now. I am about to build another one of those structures so step aside”
A translucent panel shimmered into existence before him.
[Realm Resources]
Mana: 1120
World Power (WP): 250
[Construct Options]
- Mana Well – Generates 100 mana/day. (Built: 2/5). Cost: 200 WP
- Monument of Life – Recovers 0.1% HP & MP every second for allied beings. Cost: 200 WP
- Monument of Protection – Forms a barrier of 10,000 durability around core structures, repairable with mana. Cost: 300 WP
- Monument of Training – Increases skill growth speed by 10%. Cost: 250 WP
Without hesitation, Ciel tapped the monument of training option.
The ground rumbled faintly as golden light seeped through the soil a short distance away. Stone rose from the earth, forming a square pillar, each side roughly two meters long and two meters high. Intricate, glowing runes pulsed softly across its cracked surface, each rune representing a different discipline of combat and skill mastery. Despite being newly created, the weathered carvings gave it the impression of something that had stood for centuries.
Half a meter above the base hovered the true monument—a perfectly symmetrical construct of obsidian-like material, its edges sharp yet refined. At its center floated a luminous core that shifted in 6 different hues with every slow pulse: deep crimson for strength, yellow for agility, reddish pink for endurance sapphire blue for intelligence, whitish grey for wisdom, emerald green for luck —cycling endlessly, as though breathing life into the monument these represented the 6 stats.
A wave of light originating from the monument spread over the realm.
Veldora stepped closer, a low whistle escaping him. “It’s… beautiful. And heavy, like it’s pressing down on me. I feel like something is different”
“That’s the monument’s presence,” Ciel explained. “It amplifies the rate your body and mind adapt to skill usage. Every swing, every spell, every skill usage—you’ll improve faster.”
Sora’s eyes lit up. “And with the one-to-three Time Flow…”
“That’s three hundred and thirty percent speed,” Ciel finished. His tone hardened. “Sora—you’ll work on spell efficiency and casting speed. Veldora—your focus will be defensive skills. And one more thing—” his gaze swept over them both, “—we’re not leaving this realm until you reach novice tier.”
Veldora’s grin widened. “Guess we’re in for a long stay.”
The monument’s golden runes pulsed in rhythm with their heartbeats, the world tree’s leaves swayed without wind, and the realm’s air seemed to thrum in anticipation.
Training began.