A small chapter where I say random things because I think they’re interestings and not relevant to the story anymore. I’ll start it with my new prologue~

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Prologue: Once Upon A Time, A Fairy

Traveling through the Rainbow IRC vent system he had elaborately designed to allow a normal-sized fairy to unimpededly travel through, mostly with the objective of creating funny situations for his video series, Aven eventually collided with a solid wall of… Nothing.

“Freak…” Whispering to himself, he tried to open a passage through this nothing with his telekinesis but to no avail.

A few minutes passed as he thought about what to do, and then suddenly the spiritual assault by the canopy’s psy supers restarted, confirming his location was known and allowing him to try firing his gun at the barrier of nothing blocking him.

“Well,” noting the stunning polymer bullet had done utterly nothing, he faced reality, “I can’t hide, I can’t escape, and betting on someone breaking through this weird wall is just stupid hope, not a solution…”

Musing on his different courses of action available as the spiritual assault intensified and the sound of dozens of men running towards him reached him, there ultimately wasn’t a right answer.

“I’m the one who said I was looking forward to my first assassination attempt, right?” He sarcastically commented as he mentally prepared himself, “Good job jinxing myself there, hehe~”

Deciding to take the matters into his own hands, he brought the 4 magazines and 2 “stun” grenades he had taken out of his self-defense box and brought with him during his “stunning” escape.

Finding a vent opening, he pulled the trigger of 1 of the stun grenades he had and exited the vent system that could easily be broken into, as long as one was willing to use their fists, with only his 4 reloaded and pristine handguns, and spread dozens and dozens of energy threads, recreating his pseudo-energy domain.

“He’s here!”

“Stun him psy!”

“He’s cornered guys,” the grade 4 negotiator kept a firm grip on the situation as he ordered his men, “Take it slow.”

With the few seconds that had passed between them spotting Aven and Aven positioning himself and opening fire again, the 2 groups clearly didn’t have any reservations about using their strength anymore.

‘Even he can’t remain unaffected…’

Telling himself that his quick-assault plan was going to work because there was no reason for it not to, he triggered the second stun grenade and launched the first one he had already primed. It was ready to explode.

The moment the first stun grenade unleashed its extreme tech-enhanced flash, sound, and shockwave, Aven rushed past the martial supers who were sent flying and rode on the wave itself to reach the backline of the Canopy “negotiation” team.

Dropping the just primed stun grenade right in front of the temporarily paralyzed grade 4 martial super who represented the highest danger, he started going through all the psy and elemental supers by firing stunning bullets directly at their head.

“Ah!”

“Gah!”

Reaping the consciousness of everyone he could, he made sure to fire multiple bullets at the head of the spiritual supers as they all had the ability to force their body to wake up with only their spirit, so he had to make sure their physical body entered a state of shock.

The second stun grenade exploded soon enough, earning enough time for Aven to finish the job and to even start on the martial supers who were still stupidly rushing towards where he had previously been.

A few seconds after the 2nd stun grenade had gone off, he aimed his 4 telekinetically-floating handguns at the grade 4 martial super and opened fire while passing him by, preparing himself for an arduous kitting pursuit.

“You!” Struggling against impacts he couldn’t predict, the still-masked man lost his calm and a massive amount of intimidating vibe spread everywhere.

The moment he recovered his senses, or even just his vision, Aven would be in for one hell of a run.

Simultaneously flying away and firing, it took only a few more seconds before the superhuman grade 4 martial super locked in on him with eyes spewing fire, and that was when he started charging at him like a mindless bull.

Seeing this high-speed explosive tank charging at him, Aven didn’t hesitate one second before turning around and focusing on flying at his highest speed until he reached a corridor juncture where he took the sharpest and quickest turn fairy aerodynamic could allow him to.

Turning when he had secured fifty meters for himself, he was just in time to see the scariest-looking pursuer of his life.

It was like the air around the canopy “negotiator” was burning from power exertion, even the solid polymerized concrete ground couldn’t resist the amount of strength it had been asked to endure to stop the monstrous martial super from putting his whole strength into chasing him, ultimately cracking like glass to neutralize all the strength it had been put under.

Normally, Aven would have exclaimed about how cool it all was, but knowing he was the target of this monster held his mind from making such a judgment.

‘I don’t believe you will not fall at some point!’

Keeping his 4 handguns firing abundantly, only his energy specialization wasn’t activated as he didn’t have the proper equipment to integrate them, but even then, they were still actively enhanced into grade 4 tech-infusion intensity territory.

Pushing himself beyond his capabilities, Aven was totally ready to put his endurance against his opponent’s.

He was certainly only a grade 3, and he wasn’t that far into his grade 3 energy cultivation all things considered, but he had never once procrastinated on getting himself ready to face the world and its darkness.

Or maybe… Just a bit here and there to optimize his preparations for making his ambitions come true.

‘I got no mechanical suit or truly suitable portable weapons yet…’

Turning around once again as he absolutely needed another sharp and swift turn to escape the currently on his tail grade 4 monster, he even used his energy threads to create an intricate web to make the most perfect aerodynamic turn ever, earning him precious seconds.

The boom that followed behind him from the martial behemoth having to take another sharp turn and the ground being unable to support its weight and power didn’t impact him, either physically or mentally.

‘But if he really pushes me…’

Not even turning around, he took another sharp turn helped by a web of energy threads as another junction had not been far from the last one before finally adjusting his position by 180 degrees again and opening fire the moment the masked man appeared in his field of view.

The impact of every stunning bullet made itself known to the air who cracked and exploded every time one touched its target, and despite no visible or tangible effects appearing even after more than a hundred bullets had impacted the man, Aven didn’t relent or despair.

Inevitably, the masked man ultimately caught up after going through more twists and turns than one should ever take in one day.

And it was at that moment that Aven emptied one of his handguns and reloaded it with a magazine he had kept near him from the start.

Not emitting any judgment or calling for attention, he turned for one final time and gazed emotionlessly at his chaser standing just a few meters away from him, ready to grab him.

‘I hope you’re as solid and healthy as you seem to be.’

The world didn’t slow down at that moment, it also didn’t explode or anything, it was just that for the first time since the Canopy negotiation team had invaded the Rainbow IRC… Aven pulled the trigger and fired with real bullets.

Deadly bullets.

Bullets with platinum-tungsten core and titanium cover, specialized in penetrating flesh and damaging it as much as possible.

For the first time since their confrontation started, the negotiator bled, and a hole appeared on his outstretched hand.

It didn’t change the ending result that he caught up to Aven though, and the two ended up crashing on the floor.

Still emotionlessly looking at the man who crashed into him and covered his already ruined pure white uniform in bright red blood, his handguns abundantly fired at the man’s limbs.

“You f*cking fairy!” Feeling the damage accumulate, the man resisted the intense energy telekinesis that tried to push him away again and again as he used his remaining good hand to purely and simply crush the lower body of the downed fairy.

“Ha…” Unable to contain a small scream, Aven felt for the first time in action what fighting as a super meant.

But that didn’t stop him from continuing to fire and open holes in the legs of the negotiator as he struggled with all his energy telekinesis might to free himself.

His body was mainly made of energy, losing part of it was an inscribed battle tactic of the fairy.

His energy cycle wasn’t disrupted one bit by all that happened, proving him right.

It would recover on its own within a second if he willed it to.

“Stay here!” Grabbing him with the bloodied hand presenting a bloodied hole of mangled flesh, this time his strength wasn’t sufficient to hold Aven back as his muscles, ligaments, and bones in that area had been too damaged, allowing Aven to finally escape his grasp and fly up to the ceiling.

“Hu…” Focusing within a single breath, the ceiling-bound fairy looked at the ground where a bloodied man with legs butchered by bullet holes stood powerlessly, only now realizing its “negotiation target” really hadn’t been a mere grade 3 fairy as the few reports they had garnered on him had suggested.

“Release your annoying sealing zone,” imperiously looking at his first-ever solo downed grade 4 opponent, Aven demanded.

It was then followed by his whole lower body regenerating instantly from nothing, and for similarly the first true time, he realized that his seemingly endless energy regeneration wasn’t as endless as he had presumed it to be.

“You’ll regret it…” Using a cliche movie villain sentence, the man that successfully kept his mask on even after such an intense exchange ended up surrendering, it could be heard in his voice.

Still looking at him like dead meat, Aven only had one thing to say, “A lot of people will regret my coming to this era, that’s for certain.”

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That was it for the prologue, a pretty heavy hitter, right?

At this point in the story you’re only reaching the end of the rapid growth (not-yet-rationalized mary sue for you old readers) phase, so I think you have your own opinion on this prologue that is just a copy-past of a later chapter.

Do you want my side? Well, I said it all: Project: Mary Sue Drastic Rationalization

I won’t change the early grindy phase, it's too important, and every detail is carefully put there to create the speedrun flow I want to arrive at where I want to be, the sci-fi part.

But when you have an unstoppable MC the world seems to love and ignore, that can feel frustrating for the more action-addicted readers, hence I decided after the 999th review telling of that problem to…

Remedy it?

Anyway, I’ll develop that later, onward with this special super messy chapter!

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The “Faction Contribution System” discovery arc, or the intro, can you guess how many paths existed for Aven to take?

The answer is: As much as I wanted.

The whole word building of Green and the main powers and undercurrents was only refined after I decided which path Aven took, which ended up being the military path, the somewhat original high-profile public/government path.

So many other paths existed, like using his faction appraisal capability to identify secret factions, or more slow paths like remaining in his basic uni, becoming a top student with a concrete-solid file after he reached grade 1, and graduating with the biggest honor ever.

I’m not lacking in imagination for this part, and the story could have gone so much differently depending on what I choose.

In the end though, the stars aligned, and I used logic to pave a path through a world I kept building and adding more lore to.

Maybe going on an alternative path would have allowed me to include more action to his early life, maybe like joining the Canopy and participating in the rogue canopy event? But nope.

It’s a system cheat story, and the goal of a system cheat story is to have a protagonist going so much above what is considered normal that it enters the realm of “that’s bullsh*t author-sama wat r u doin”.

And I think… I somewhat succeeded in doing that, right?

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The EMATE arc was intended to be a much more slice-of-life arc with Aven going left and right, chaining small jobs after small jobs to earn FCP until he finally became the super duper genius he ended up being after only a few months.

I had created a whole setting that added something like a “Super-Exclusive Club” where he would have made friends and not-friends, and learned about the arrogance and “superiority” of awakened people.

Why did I scrap it and conclude the whole thing so quickly? That’s because it’s how I write!

All the characters, the development, all is made on the fly, only the Plot with a capital P is pre-written with more or less detail depending on the inspiration I had when creating it.

A core of this story concept, as I hope you realized, is to make Aven a prodigy system perfect abuser, he learns about his cheated innate ability, he pushes deeper than necessary, pushes again, and after he found the best way, he abuses what he found.

So, when I wrote the EMATE arc, I had already developed more settings that changed what I had planned: The super population.

Supers aren’t common, at all, so the Super Club seemed like too much trouble to rationalize without involving stupid warped thought process like seniors, capitalist privileges, and a bunch of useless interractions that wouldn’t matter as soon as Aven graduated.

It's not a psychological tag story!

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Next, Blackdale IMC arc…

Well…

How do I say that… See for yourself the original path:

Blackdale Industrial Military Center

FCP/Hierarchy Grinding

Grade 2

Tech-Production Hobby

Advanced Military Engineer Rank

1st Military Raid

Mixed Production/Assault Practical Learning

Canopy Interferences

Cultivation Plan Optimization

Ops Test

Eland Ops Military Faction Authority

First Cheat Deepening: Useless Appraisal

Ops Shop Organization

Tech System Style Energy Specialization Preparation

Knowledge Want List

Assault Officer Journey

Canopy Secrets

Grade 3, Dynamic Quests

Forbidden Turning Point

Fairy Form

I could describe what each of these sub-titles means, but nope, use your imagination and try to see what seems to have taken place in this reality…

Yup, exactly. (I know you didn’t scroll back up~)

It might look like some parts stick, but everything has become a bit warped.

The whole Ops plot has been trashed, the whole officer plot has been trashed, the whole Canopy involvement plot has been trashed, and the fairy form was acquired before he even reached the Forbidden Continent where he would have farmed ungodly amount of FCP through slaughter of abominations…

That should tell you how I pretty much write, I know where I want to lead the story, but as I write, I create more settings mindlessly that I love and flow with the story, and in the end they conflict with what I had planned.

Is there a reason for Aven to leave Blackdale IMC when he hadn’t emptied his shop?

Why force an action arc when there’s nothing to get out of it apart from some practical experience?

Should I just make it so that the Canopy sends a raid for him? How do I rationalize it? Who gave the information? Is Eland that useless?

I’m the author, so I know action is definitely not something you’ll find wanting, but I need my cute protagonist to be able to survive it first before starting with it in earnest!

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I’ll reset the story someday (Deleting it, then reuploading it with a totally blank slate), probably around chap 63, cause they’re a turning point and really symbolize the end of the “settings” part for me.

#Are You Shocked? Lol

At the same time I reach that amount of chapter, I'll do what's called a pro-gamer move and shift the amount of chapter unlocked through patreon from 20 to... 30? 40? 50? Idk, maybe that'll involve a break where you'll not hear of this novel again for some time.

To be honest, that was something I intended to do the moment I uploaded the story.

If you read Etherial Adventurer, you would know that the transition from it to The Faction Contributor had been fast as hell, and thus, I began posting chapters without having reached a much higher stockpile first.

So, it’s not that much of a problem considering I never hesitated in modifying the chapters after posting them if I felt like it, but some things just can’t be foreseen, some things can be forgotten, and maybe for some of you it will come as a surprise…

But YES, bad reviews help the author know when things have gone wrong! It’s not a RR urban legend!

If you want to know what will change in the timeline of the story you got to read so far, then nothing really important. #The devil is in the?

Just some more lines here and there, world development, character action rationalization… Most of them, if not all, in the form of POV shifts.

Here’s the hidden anti-mary sue storyline and secondary characters deepening for you~~<3

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Chapter 16: When Aven graduated from EMATE after a single month.

At the same time that Aven “graduated” from EMATE, in a special secret materialization center of ERA, Eland Royal Agency.

“Sir,” a man, maybe young, maybe old, whose face seemed indistinct despite the good lighting, handed a small stack of paper to an old man who reluctantly accepted it.

“What is it this time? I’m already buried under the political maneuvers and favor exchanges made by the Emma princes and princesses, so what deserves my attention in this trying time?” Both incomprehension and acceptance flashed over his face as he asked for nothing, knowing resisting the flow was more often than not useless in ERA.

“A young citizen recently awakened and his initial situation is extremely similar to yours, so the high commands asked for your suggestion regarding how to guide him,” summarizing his own orders as he was under the same circumstances, the man then lapsed into silence to let the report be read.

“Aven Amias…” Reading the name aloud, the old man with snowy white hair then used his speed reading skill to quickly go through the whole stack of pages full of all sorts of information that could be used to define an individual and dozens of suggestions ERA had stealthily planned for him.

“Godly knowledge integration capabilities at grade 1… Unaffected by traditional social shackles… Fairy-class social butterfly personality… Proclivity to… Wreck normality?” Having gathered enough information from the profile, he lifted his head to clarify his doubts, “Did you give me the psychological profile of a fairy? And not any fairy at that, but a fairy-era one?”

“Our agents in place that have previous interactions with fairies were as surprised as you are when they gave their conclusion,” the man denied his accusations.

“That’s going to be a problem…” Commenting as he moved to the list of “events” that combined to give this psychological profile of a young fairy-era unhinged fairy, “No efforts to hide his clearly world-defying innate ability… Explain it to anyone he meets…”

Going down the list, the man with snowy white hair felt a budding headache in his grade 4 psy super brain.

“Sigh~ Maybe?” Dropping the report down after going through it all, including the dozens of suggestions ERA had on this fake innocent young man who he didn’t believe one second was that naive, he looked at a glass bottle contained in a vacuum glass container not far from him.

“A little pick-me-up?” Smiling at his own proposition, what happened the next moment was the entire room breaking like glass.

The man who gave the report didn’t move as this surreal event happened, all too used to this physics-defying innate ability of Alistair Vaughan, the ability to access the mirror world and copy anything he desired as long as he had the energy and conditions gathered to allow it.

By the time the fragmented world recovered to its original state, Alistair had served himself a glass of purple liquid that seemed to swirl by itself.

None of them spoke up for the next few minutes as one had to think about what to do with a potential “second himself”, and the other had to be there to report the true and clear intentions of the high commands if they had been misunderstood.

“He’s only in grade 1… I wonder what his upgraded grade 2 and 3 innate ability will be? A true appraisal ability that can see beyond cover? That would certainly ease the entire Canopy cleansing action…”

Musing on information Aven probably didn’t even know himself about his own innate ability, like the fact that his appraisal ability was unable to see the true name or faction affiliation of the people he appraised, Alistair went through tens of scenarios where Eland gained someone that couldn’t be replicated no matter the efforts.

“But my own innate ability development path was so random and unexpected… Even if his appraisal is to be upgraded at some point, it might only be at tier 4, 5, or even 6…”

Dismissing some options and keeping others, his thoughts flew through his spirit that was much, much bigger and much more powerful than a grade 4 psy super should have, eventually arriving at a conclusion he liked above all the others.

“I think… The fully locked grade 2 and explosive grade 3 path?” He tentatively gave his answer, which was in most part in agreement with what the high commands had favored.

“This is effectively the most resource-efficient path in addition to being one with a lot less complex factors to manage,” the man with a shifting face agreed, “ERA has already initiated an undercover protection service, it’ll be easy for it to last until he reaches grade 3. No one ever takes grade 2 supers seriously, even if their innate ability is… Interesting.”

“The world is really short-sighted~” Alistair sarcastically added before sipping at his glass of weird purple swirling liquid, “Unfortunately, ‘they’ are not as short-sighted as anyone would hope them to be. I doubt we’ll be able to protect him for long once he reaches grade 3, he’s a unique breed who will no doubt take drastic actions before we’re even aware of them.”

“It’ll not be the first time we’ve done something like that, and we’re sort of professional at it now,” the man’s face finally stopped shifting and stabilized onto a young one, “Not even the current genius generation had been aware that their entire early life was thoroughly controlled and guided by us, and he’ll certainly not be the first one to break through the veil.”

“If he ever awakens his fairy ancestry though…” The wielder of the mirror world access innate ability raised his brows in interest at this likely development from the very clear personality trait that had manifested onto this young man named Aven Amias.

Turning on his chair to look at the lively Elandia, the capital of Eland, and the far-away Rainbow Mountain, home to the symbolic royal family made of the remaining 2 000 fairies to exist on the entire planet, a slight smile manifested on his face.

‘I don’t think you’re able to hold a grudge, but don’t be surprised the day you learn all the “friends” and “mentors” you made along the way have been briefed by us to accommodate you… That’s how life goes in this world. I’ve gone through the same thing, and look at where I stand today…’

“Sigh…” Suddenly, a certain sad memory reawakened from deep inside of him, a memory he had forgotten as it came from an age long overdue compared to his current 105 years of age, which was factually his youth for his grade.

“Maybe… I’ll ask them to limit his interactions with those without potential… You can’t make true friends at low grades when your innate ability has the potential to revolutionize the entire world if used without shackles. It’ll only hurt him.”

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Chapter 23: When Aven was given to Mai Ivory to learn the fundamental of tech-production.

‘The Bright Canopy, splitting into thousands of childish rogue branches who cannot see the bigger picture, all vying with each other to see who can commit the biggest tragedy in terms of civilian casualties without incurring the retribution of their better…’

Commander walked leisurely around the super-restricted area of Blackdale IMC, having his own thoughts regarding the global situation as he headed back towards his research building after leaving his impromptuly acquired… Student? Apprentice? Younger friend? Behind.

‘The 5th human era abomination surge, suspected to be coming, yet again without the necessary grade 6 supers or the fairy population needed in case the abomination core decides to participate against all odds…’

The world around him didn’t seem to exist as he simply cut through everything, not willing to lose any second in this new chaotic age that was slowly dawning on everyone.

‘One of the 5 great nations descending into chaos, its supreme emperor, having comfortably settled in grade 5, the peak of power in the current era, going as far as initiating its inefficient warring succession process knowing full well the worsening global situation…’

His thoughts collided and combined into insights he was sure all supers remotely interested in politics would understand, and that should have included the current Emma Emperor.

Yet…

“How…?” Stopping, he looked at the massive building hosting his latest research work on tech integration, the true future of the production tech super path, and asked both himself and the world.

‘How can he ignore what’s happening? The butchery of Ironvale, the collapse of Dirigate, the wiping of the Glen mercenary group… All those happened under his nose, all by madmen from the Bright Canopy, resulting in tens of thousands of civilian casualties.’

The more Commander thought, the more his eyes glazed over as his mind and spirit fully focused on trying to find even a thread of logic and reason behind the recent happening of the Emma Empire.

‘He doesn’t need to vie for power…’

‘His history is full of rationality, from his birth to his ascension as the Emperor…’

‘Only a grade 6 psy super could potentially destabilize him…’

Soon enough, his spirit reconnected to his body and he entered his research building guided by his one and only active energy connection his undivided infusion energy specialization was restricting him to, one informing him he needed to fill back the concerned machine as it would soon run out.

Working on cutting-edge technologies and tech energy system innovations was hard, obviously, more so with his energy specialization no one but the most recently born grade 3 tech supers considered as something viable, but they were also the most rewarding fields.

That’s when he thought of Aven again.

“How the gear turns…” Using an expression he was sure only his good friend Rival would understand as it was some sort of inside joke, he picked up his phone to see if Aven’s hidden ERA life and development management had something to say about what he and Rival had ended up doing.

[ERA: Prospective ERA agent Mai Iyory has been properly inducted into Aven’s life and development management. The current directive of keeping him isolated is followed. Recent hacking attempts may hint at someone having some third-hand information on him. Please allow access to private and personal information and seek a lie check interview as soon as possible.]

“Well, I would like to say they’re taking it a bit too seriously, but~” Shrugging at this overbearing message ordering him, a grade 3 tech super, to do what they wanted without question, he still couldn’t believe how he had been initiated into this conspiracy.

Aven, a 20-ish-year-old, doesn’t really matter he’s too young, guy who intruded on his life in a way only the most straightforward, honest, friendly, and socially overwhelming ancient fairies, according to the numerous records that remained of them, should have.

That’s how he had ended up summarizing his encounter when he was asked by ERA to describe everything he had been told by this priority isolation target.

“Someone completely hidden by Eland, with the potential to do a lot of things a lot faster than anyone would have ever thought he would, and should, be able to…” Talking to himself aloud, he finished reminiscing about this era-defining anomaly that was Aven and recentered on what was before his eyes.

An integrated production line prototype.

Touching the cold hard alloy casing, he closed his eyes and mobilized all the knowledge he had about this specific line and all the physical, mechanical, electrical, and digital phenomena that were included in it.

His energy, infused with that knowledge covering everything Commander knew, was in turn infused into this integrated machine prototype, seeking to establish ground-breaking and revolutionary energy engineering formulas.

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Chapter 34: Commander and Rival came back after Aven discovered his godly-enhanced energy regeneration by fusing self revolving energy talent and cultivation resources, then they went back to Forbidden Continent after Aven received the promotion to 6-star general by the 1st fairy of his life.

“How long can a lie remain undiscovered when faced with someone like him?” Rival asked himself, no doubt already having a clear answer in mind.

For him, his current luxurious military plane environment as he was heading back to the Forbidden Continent was conducive to such thinking, so he didn’t hesitate to make use of it.

“Why did I have to act such a fake scripted scenario to make him believe Eland just noticed his existence? And why interrupt my research and preparation for the abomination surge for something that’ll come crashing down sooner rather than later?”

Speaking his heart out in his standalone cabin far from his more talkative friend and rival Commander, he felt a slight amount of frustration towards both himself for having obeyed so blindly and ERA for coming up with this need to completely cut Aven off from the world as long as he remained grade 2.

“How far will they take this manipulation anyway? They already completely rigged his 1st deployment to be as boring as ever to make sure he didn’t deploy anymore, and now they simply opened the way for him to get… My own knowledge… And that of everyone else in the military… What the freak is even a 6-star general if not a mascot?”

Not holding back at all, Rival savagely and tyrannically took apart the absolute crap that was this situation that had no chance of making any sense to the more enlightened mind.

Not that the situation had been designed to be accessible to anyone to begin with. The name of the entity “Aven Amias” surely wasn’t present on any list anyone with unclear loyalty would ever have remote access to.

“How the gears turn…” Using an inside joke he had with his same-generation friends to recenter himself, his target slowly shifted to the main reason behind the unwitting total isolation of Aven.

“Those bunch of rats,” recovering his rationality and coldness, his eyes sharpened as he evoked the first culprit behind the massively worsened global situation.

For him, the war of succession initiated by the Emma Emperor for no clear reasons or the imminent 5th human era abomination surge were both the same thing in that Eland would survive no matter their existence or their severity.

Emma could disintegrate that he wouldn’t care even for the billions of citizens that would be directly impacted.

This abomination surge could be one where the core decided to move that he would simply retreat and let it travel the entire ocean peacefully to go face off with the deep abyssal threats by itself.

The Bright Canopy, however…

The more time passed, the more each of the branches gone rogue shifted from business-minded violent underground unlawful people to murderers and terrorists, weaponizing fear, with goals no one could understand.

“Eland is most certainly getting itself ready for war… But while it should just have been getting itself ready to war with the abomination, the truth is that too many things are happening for high commands to ignore… So the abomination surge war preparation shifted to include actual war preparation…”

The more Rival reasoned on the situation that would most certainly puzzle every historian in the future, the more he realized that everything seemed to be too convenient to be anything but either the evilest and biggest plot in Green’s history or the most coincidental turn of event in history.

And he stood firmly on one side.

“Not that it matters so much though,” rationalizing that even if the sky collapsed, giants 2 grades above him would be there to support it, he couldn’t believe in the existence of a group of people that had more high-grade manpower than the united 5 nations.

For this plot to succeed, the premise would be for the grade 5 supers ruling over the world to favor money over stability…

And not even the grade 5 supers controlling the Conglomerate, objectively the greediest supers in existence, would ever exchange their hard-earned stability for money.

One could be generated endlessly and wasn’t the key to progressing beyond grade 5.

The other one couldn’t be generated at will, and could eventually, miraculously, lead to the birth of…

‘Aven…’

Coming back to the ridiculously isolated future revolutionary that was Aven Amias as if his thought process was a cycle, Rival forgot about the tens of thousands of innocent civilian casualties provoked by rogue branches of the Canopy.

“I’ve already given him everything I could think about to help him progress rapidly… It should be enough to enjoy some of his future benefits, right?”

In the end, what he valued was the potential era-defining and redefining knowledge that would result from an Aven Amias whose potential, capabilities, and mindset were perfectly aligned.

Such a combination of factors couldn’t result in anything else but a short-term growth explosion that would need to be thoroughly blocked by ERA until he reaches grade 3…

“Sigh… Anyway, I only give the world and the Canopy a few more months before it's too late to stop him… Otherwise, there’ll be no other choice but to side with him without negotiation…”

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Chapter 40: Aven join his parents when they take a break after awakening, slowly changing the direction of their lives, and his daddy has some things to say about his son~

“He’s really found his vocation, hu?” Sen mused as he admired the familiar cityscape of Serenis from inside what had been his home for more than two decades now, his mind buzzing with ideas on what to do with his life now that not he but also his wife had awakened and stepped inside the world of the supers.

“It was weird anyway that he never found anything he was passionate about until now with his personality… His passion was bound to explode one day~” Talking from experience, he objectively judged his son’s recent behavior.

From a young age, long before his own very socially extrovert personality traits should have been transmitted to his toddler son, the nursery social dynamic where they had sent Aven had already displayed crystal-clear hints of Aven having some sort of… Innate talent for social interactions?

The nursery workers there had been the first impacted, easily seeing that a certain toddler had too much energy for his age and that he spent it all on interacting with other toddlers even when they weren’t really receptive.

“Sigh… I should stop reminiscing like that. 50 years old for a super is simply their youth, right?” Saying one thing but doing the exact opposite, Sen continued admiring the lively unimpacted by the tense global situation scenery of Serenis while reminiscing on his one and only son’s life.

From the apartment he had bought with Hana long ago with their more than sufficient financial resources, the view wasn’t that extraordinary, but the human mind could always find something interesting and new if you tried.

“You can never totally control the way your children develop…” He summarized his feelings and interpretation of what his life as a father had taught him.

Aven was really the embodiment of this sentence for him.

You could try to interest your children in the same hobbies as you had, but the success rate of such an operation, even if perfectly executed, fell under divine will.

And Aven only took after him in the department of loving to know what was going on everywhere in the world and how to restore it in an entertaining way… That was it.

His love for photography, field tour, nature observation, his hobbies of searching for all the juicy gossip, all the small inconsequential corruption… All that had been violently thrashed by his shameless son who never hesitated in speaking his mind out.

As for his personal development outside of his purview, he had simply become autonomous from a very early age, been intelligent without plus, tried hobbies here and there without ever dedicating himself to them, always ending up returning to the fantastic internet born out of the golden stability age of the human era.

One day he requested a bike and some money each month, and from there he never asked for help or requested anything from his parents again.

“It really was a weird time, the birth of the internet… It took off so quickly and so many people took to it so suddenly…” He continued reminiscing without even noticing that Hana had come back from wherever she had been gone off to.

Understanding the changes brought about by the creation of the internet had been hard for not only him but also all his entourage at that time, and then all sorts of innovations hit them literally every month from there.

Smartphones, nearly free electricity, ever more powerful computers, ever more detailed cameras…

And amidst all those changes was a 10-years old Aven who had acquired his full autonomy and was completely surfing on the pioneer netizen culture wave.

“Is that what it feels like to have a successful son?” Thinking about how the entire reason behind his awakening resided in his son, Sen felt some chills travel through his entire body.

“What are you being so emotional about hubby~” A voice he couldn’t confuse with any other and two arms softly arrived to hug him from behind in the middle of his emotional contemplation on his son who finally found a passion he could call his own.

“I’ve always found it weird, you know? He should have been more lively and interested in different things considering his age, right?” Leaning on his peak smooth talk he and his son had refined until they achieved a godly level, Sen seamlessly integrated Hana into his contemplation.

“Hehe~ I was more worried about him being asexual or aromantic personally~” Echoing his past worry with her own, Hana tightened her back hug as she softly whispered to one of his ears.

“Well, him not being attracted to others in a sexual or romantic manner is really the least of my worry!” Having learned that being honest to the point of being ridiculous from his son was a good way to change the subject, he used it at full power to redirect the conversation where he wanted it to go.

“He’s never had an obsession or a passion in his life, and a passion is the one thing anyone should have to feel fulfilled in life. So, even if it’s a bit unhealthy from my own old-man point of view, Aven having become passionate and obsessed with pursuing the path of being a super, energy cultivation, progress, and whatever… That fills me with happiness as his amazing father~”

“Well, from my own point of view as an old woman, I think you took after him more than he took after you in terms of shamelessness!” Planting a kiss on his cheek in a mischievous way as she released her hold of him, Hana left these words behind as she headed back to her second husband in life, the home cinema area.

Not turning his head away from the familiar view of Serenis, Sen reflected on what Hana just said, “Maybe… She’s a bit too right?”

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Chapter 48: Aven takes off with Arbelle after awakening as a fairy to go assist in the extraordinary abomination surge. Someone had been observing him… (Already updated lol)

When Aven and Arbelle departed Blackdale…

Watching a certain plane taking off from Blackdale IMC’s airport area, a green-haired man with unfocused eyes followed it absent-mindedly for a good 10 minutes until it totally left his field of view.

‘Sent back to work on further projects?’

‘Joining the strategizing center as an assistant?’

‘ERA will not be able to hide him anymore?’

‘A major accident will happen?’

‘He’ll thrive where no one expected?’

Guesses buzzed and flew everywhere in his mind, some rational, some optimistic, some catastrophic, all leaving trails of chaos that represented the most direct side effect of using his more than powerful enough innate ability.

Organizing his most basic general guesses in a similarly most general way, Drayce then adjusted his guessing intensity and aim by forcing certain pieces of knowledge to be forcefully linked with others.

‘The rogue branches will calm down for the duration of the surge?’

‘The succession war will continue and every contender's contribution in the surge will become a weapon?’

‘A few small countries in Emma will be taken down and controlled silently?’

‘A window of opportunity will open when the surge ends?’

His mind became more chaotic by the second as his innate ability was pushed to give out the guesses he wanted, resulting in him having to eventually stop guessing blindly at the general trend the world was going to follow as a certain picture had started forming.

“If I combine this trend… With his existence…” Slowly musing aloud, Drayce’s eyes that perfectly reflected how lost in thought he was transformed, exhibiting a nascent spark of ruthlessness, “If… I am to make such an important life-changing decision… I need to really go at it.”

His understanding of the world and how it worked was being challenged as his encounter with a certain 20-years-ish man named Aven flashed through his mind, placing itself at the same level as the like of the abomination surge conclusion or the next move of the contenders in the Emma succession war.

One embodied a single entity who had just awakened his fairy ancestry and left to go contribute with his relatively meager power, a being who had single-mindedly followed his own path since he realized what he was capable of.

And this path was one nobody had ever thought was possible. Because it wasn’t.

The other embodied his true life goal and long-standing ambition. Entering the global political landscape full of traps and deception his innate ability would more than shine through and help him navigate masterfully if given the opportunity.

But there was a reason he had first taken the path of being a production tech super. He didn’t just want a single opportunity to enter the political world, he wanted a plethora of them.

“Do I do it?” He asked himself for the last time with a trembling voice that betrayed his fear of the side effects he would be under for the foreseeable future whether he succeeded beautifully or failed miserably.

His age being at around 140 didn’t make him more courageous when facing this grade 3 application of his innate ability allowing him to make crazy guesses out of things as simple as the weather or the average fluctuation of thousands of stocks in the global market.

“I’ll do it…” Ultimately, he breathed out his determination to take his chance if the opportunity existed.

The world had already descended into a period of unrest so unique that he couldn’t not take a chance if it was so straightforwardly presented to him.

The Emma succession war was a massive political stage that extended to the point of all the smaller countries around the Emma Empire having been taken over by the different princes and princesses, and the involvement of rogue Bright Canopy branches with certain princes and princesses had caused so many chaotic ripples…

Decisively, Drayce gathered everything he knew about Aven, his current achievements in designing projects ERA had a really hard time hiding away until he was strong enough to carry their weight, the way his divine innate ability worked, his unique personality, his openly displayed ambitions…

He locked it all.

He cranked up his guessing intensity to what he had eventually come to call “Prophetic Level”.

He limited the guessing frequency to 5.

And he launched it.

‘Cultivation serum universalization and intensification?’

‘All-sensors technology project?’

‘Canopy cleansing campaign?’

‘Mechanical suit?’

‘Human resource manager?’

His whole sight ended up filled with gigantic dark spots the moment his 5th guess was given out, symbolizing the start of the retribution for having used this guessing intensity.

“Ha!” He couldn’t really focus on those black spots however as his entire brain and subsequently body collapsed in a hell of pain, making him fall on his knee.

To that already horrendous situation was added the fact that he couldn’t even understand a hundredth of the massive quantity of information spawned by this round of guesses at the prophetic level.

Exactly like back when he had just attained grade 2 and used the prophetic level to guess that a major Canopy branch would launch an uprising for no reason as the 4th abomination surge of the human era drew closer and closer each day, it took Drayce 10 minutes to recover basic control of his body.

“That’s so painful…” Gritting his teeth as he stood up, he felt intense pain everywhere in his body, and nothing could alleviate it. Not only was his body aching, his spirit and energy also seemed to be hurting.

“But it was so worth it,” a smile gradually appeared on his twitching face as he integrated the massive amount of information spawned by his 5 prothetic-level guesses, “To think I would have to switch my career to being a human resource manager… Life is really full of mystery…”

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So... Yeah, a violent prologue, foreshadowy POV, Eland who knows him from the start...

I’m pretty much using all those to dramatically lighten the Mary Sue tone of the introduction part and rationalize why our dear happy-go-lucky Aven is just the protagonist of this story, doing things, thinking things, knowing things, but…

But!

Simply: But!

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Anyway~

50 chapters is a respectable amount of chapters to set the tone of the story, but not yet completely! Now, what else is there to do but to start on making Aven’s “endless potential” and “infinite ambitions” a bit more realistic?

He just has to survive the surge…

Or maybe I could make him die gloriously, replace him with someone random, his non-existent little brother? And make him inherit his faction contribution system by breaking every law I established about innate ability being unique?

Or he dies and I make him resurrect a few centuries later? In a more advanced civilization? In a rustic cultivation world where he can switch the story to kingdom building? In some sort of fairy dimension??? He was inside a simulation the entire time???

Oh dear~ There are so many ways to make my story so disgusting I would feel dirty continuing writing it! That’s gorgeous!

Let’s add a companion beat while we’re at it! Everyone loves cute beasts that break the flow of the story! Right?! I vote for an awakened octopus descendant of a great void kraken! Octopus are cute~~<3

Do you have a scenario in mind that would make you think “I’m out of this stupid-ass story”?

(Try to be as sarcastic as possible and plan how things will actually turn out to make me feel bad about trying to use a bit of realism to ground my story!)

Love you all <3

And have this random poll!

Small reminder: I'm a netizen, you're a netizen, we're all netizens, I can insult you of being donkey readers that you wouldn't care, so same for me, learn from Aven and just say it when something is wrong with the story from your point of view! My non-existent ego can take it, I swear~<3