The first thing I felt was cold.
Not the kind that bites your skin and makes you shiver, but a cold that made me feel empty and hollow inside.Like something was wrong, but I didn't know what yet.
I struggled to remember who I was. Slowly, a name surfaced—Chris Green.
But I wasn't Chris anymore. That name didn't belong to me now.I was someone else.
As I accepted that, new memories slipped into my mind. Memories that weren't mine.The god who sent me here had given me something special—a secret.A way to measure my strength in this world.A power ranking system.The people here didn't use it, but it would help me understand how much I was growing.
Even though I had just been born, I could feel it—my mana, my magical power—was already strong.As strong as a 9 or 10-year-old wizard who had awakened.
If I kept growing like this, with my magic and mutant abilities, I could reach the level of a beginner apprentice by the time I was eleven.The same as a Hogwarts graduate.
That thought made me pause. The magic in this world... it was terrifying.
Even normal Aurors could destroy buildings if they fought seriously.Dark wizards were even worse, using horrible rituals to get stronger.And magical beasts—like dragons—could probably burn down whole cities if they got loose.
But instead of fear, I felt excitement.
There was so much room for me to grow.
If I worked hard, if I pushed myself, I could become stronger than anyone.
I tried to use my powers, just to see if I could. But nothing happened.My body was too small, too weak.
While I was struggling, I heard an old voice.
"Thorne Edric Dreadmore."
That was my new name.It sounded fancy. Important.Maybe I was born into a noble family? That would make things easier for me.
But then I remembered the god's words—"a shattered bloodline."
Maybe I was the only one left.
As I thought about it, I felt a soft touch on my cheek.
Without thinking, my tiny hand grabbed the finger that touched me.I didn't want to let go.
I heard a soft sound, almost like a sob.
I forced my eyes open. It was hard, and everything was blurry.But I could tell—the figure leaning over me was a woman.
My mother.
Even though I couldn't see her properly, something deep inside told me it was her.
Maybe it was the way she carefully touched my cheek.Maybe it was the warmth that surrounded me.
And somehow, I felt her sadness too. A heavy sadness that pulled at my heart. Before I knew it, I started crying. Not just for myself—but for her too.
I didn't know why, but I understood deep down. She wasn't going to stay much longer.Her life was fading away.
She had given birth to me... but she wouldn't be there to watch me grow.
It must have been heartbreaking for her.
I watched as she struggled to lift her hand one more time, trying to touch my face again...but midway, her hand stopped moving. It fell.
She had left the world, leaving me behind
Even though I had just been born, I already understood one thing clearly—I was going to grow up alone.