"After the previous ordeal, several months passed. I was as reserved as I could be, making little noise except when necessary—like crying for attention when I needed to relieve myself. My mother or a housemaid would soon come to help me with those factors.
Strangely, I never cried for food, though it tasted surprisingly good compared to my previous world. Instead, I would initially resist, only giving in after a brief struggle. I lost track of how many months passed before I accepted it as inevitable.
As time went on, I gleaned details. My mother, Amanda Gray, was often referred to as Miss by the housemaids. When she wasn't present, one or two maids usually stayed with me, avid gossipers whose chatter resembled a soap opera.
They hinted at intriguing facts, such as my mother and I residing in a branch house rather than the main estate. I discovered I was born in Escana, a futuristic era, and shockingly, my mother was not a wife but more akin to a lover—a title she earned after a one-night stand with the house master AKA my father.
My father, who had four wives, apparently believed in polygamy. 'Damn those bastards'—I cursed silently, not the leaders of this world but those of my previous one—believing in the strength of mixed royal bloodlines.
Unlike his legitimate children, I was born from a one-night stand.
Escana, my birthplace, comprised four continents: Samara in the East, Wiseburn in the West, Evernight in the North, and Tudor in the South. These continents derived their names from the royal families that governed them. I was born in the Tudor continent, within the prestigious Halbert House, known for its strength and arrogance—a very bleak beginning for me, with my low potential and illegitimate birth.
My mother occasionally lifted me from my crib, strolling around the branch house, playing with me, and feeding me. Yet most days, I remained in my crib, listening to her tales of flying swords, elemental powers, and battles against demons and monsters. But One story stood out the most—the legend of the True Ancestor.
Over 10,000 years ago, during the Gehenna Era, demons reigned supreme. Towering over more than twelve feet tall, they enslaved humanity, using them for sustenance and breeding.
Then one day, a child of extraordinary brilliance was born. By six months, he could speak fluently, his intelligence surpassing all others. He revolutionized human existence—improving weapons, designing advanced machines, healing grave injuries, even restoring life.
But his greatest achievement was introducing cultivation, teaching humans to harness incredible strength, manipulate the elements, and bring forth calamity.
With his followers, he waged the Hundred Year War against the demons, causing staggering casualties on both sides. The demons, weakened by fear, were eventually sealed in the underworld for eternity.
The True Ancestor proclaimed himself as the new ruler and he ruled for two millennia, shaping a new era and calendar. In time he had four children who were brilliant in their own way.
His four children—Samara, Wiseburn, Evernight, and Tudor—fought for supremacy after his departure, ultimately dividing the continent into four realms to rule independently.
As the tale concluded, a thought nagged at me—was the True Ancestor somehow familiar?"