Skyler’s eyes flickered open.
He was dazed, yet he could still make out the familiar barrier surrounding the space—and the wooden bed he lay upon.
A familiar voice echoed beside him.
"You’re finally awake?"
He parted his lips, but his throat was too dry to articulate anything. His entire body felt foreign—exhausted and aching.
Not to mention the weird weight on his head and the uncomfortably soft, warm, feathery blanket wrapped around him.
Skyler groaned and attempted to remove the blanket wrapped around him first and foremost, but stiffened when it moved on its own, as if it had a mind of its own.
"???"
Slowly, very slowly, he gazed down and, for the first time, saw the so-called blanket. He gasped. It wasn’t a blanket at all! What was wrapping him were golden and azure wings—massive, feathery pairs of wings!
And if Skyler was feeling things right, they were actually growing out of his back!
Screaming silently in his mind, he quickly scrambled out of the wooden bed—only to fall face-first as he lost his balance.
"Ugh... Damn..."
Before he could rub his aching nose, his dear master appeared in front of him. As if performing a noble deed, the man crouched down and suddenly pulled a massive mirror out of thin air, placing it before his eyes.
"How do you like your new look?"
His eyes crinkled with amusement as Skyler’s gaze widened in shock—disbelief and denial flashing across his face before finally melting into stunned acceptance.
Skyler touched his wings.
Dazed.
"So... I really am not human..."
He muttered, then plucked an azure feather from his wings, as if checking whether they were truly real—only to be met with a sharp sting that sent a shiver down his spine.
The calamity chuckled at his words.
"I told you, didn’t I?"
Yet, his smile vanished when he heard his next words, spoken as he stared at him.
"Who are you, really?"
The calamity hummed in surprise.
"Does it really matter?"
Skyler narrowed his eyes. He had been acting like an idiot for the past few months around this man. But now, seeing the wings, the scales covering his body, and the pair of horns sprouting from his head—very similar to the man in front of him, though the latter lacked horns—he came to a very unsettling conclusion. One he truly hoped wasn’t true.
In fact, he had already somewhat sensed how unusually at ease he felt around this man—the faint familiarity that lingered. He also could not ignore the envy in the man’s gaze. Not to mention the words Skyler had heard before fainting. Yet, before he could voice his conclusion, the man cut him off.
"Don’t. Some things are better left unsaid."
Skyler pressed his lips together.
In the end, he decided not to speak. Still, there was one question he couldn’t shake.
"Is this... your first life?"
The answer made him inhale sharply.
"Not really."
The calamity smiled wryly.
’He’s intelligent too... how unfair.’
Skyler rubbed his temples. It was too much. This wasn’t what he had hoped to discover.
He hated overthinking.
"I’m going to ignore that answer—for now. At least until I’m strong enough to face it."
"Good."
He quickly sat cross-legged, struggling to manage the wings, but eventually brought them under control. A smirk lit up his face.
"So, master... what race am I? Divine?"
The calamity was stunned—not by the question, but by how casually Skyler had accepted, then brushed aside, something so monumental. Was this the difference between them, despite being the same?
If this was truly how Skyler chose to live—unbothered, unburdened, moving along the edge of the unknown with reckless grace—then he truly hoped he would remain that way. Carefree. Unbroken. And whole.
His lips unconsciously curled.
"Your race? Why don’t you check your status? I made a few modifications."
Skyler blinked at him. This man could even alter his status? How OP! He always knew he was awesome! Yes—he, not the man.
He cleared his throat, embarrassed. Why was he becoming more shameless by the day? This was all really 505’s fault.
Nodding at his master, who watched the myriad of emotions crossing his face with amusement, Skyler muttered excitedly.
"Status!"
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Status:
Name: Skyler Ironhart
Race: Mix: Dragon, 40% // Angel, 20% // Demon, 20% // Spirit, 19% // Human, 1%
Elemental Affinity with:
1) Light: 10-star (Final stage)
2) Darkness: 10-star (Final stage)
3) Space: 10-star (Final stage)
4) Lightning 10-star: (Final stage)
5) Water 10-star: (Final stage)
6) Earth: (Locked)
7) ???
Overall Strength:
10-star Adept (Final stage)
Potential: 15-star Epic
(Currently locked due to ’Special Spirit Constitution’. No further information.)
Class: None
Skills/Spells: (14)
System 505 Functions:
- System store: (Closed)
- System points: 21,450
Imagine pressing the words to:
- Enter 2nd level of Battle Royal (Locked)
- Exit Battle Royal (Not available)
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Skyler stared at his status, his lips falling open in disbelief at what he was seeing.
How the hell could someone be part angel and part demon at the same time—let alone also part spirit and part dragon? Were both of his parents really from the human race?
Now, he wasn’t so sure.
Still, the important thing was.
He had grown more powerful again!
Why did it feel as though spending a few years with the calamity would make him the strongest Light in all of Eldoria?
How ironic.
Now, if anyone knew his strength, no one would believe that just a few months ago he was someone with 1-star potential!
However, the words that escaped his lips ultimately left his master speechless.
"Look! I knew I was human!"
The calamity looked at his status, then at him, then back at his status, and sighed.
"You are going to see what you want and ignore the rest. That, in itself, is a... talent."
Skyler flashed him a shameless smirk—so infuriating that his master actually wanted to smack it right off his face.
"Naturally."
His master just shook his head.
"Where did you even learn to be this shameless? Even I’m not that bad."
Skyler paused, thinking for a moment.
"It’s ninety-nine percent 505’s fault."
The calamity raised a brow.
"505...?"
"You don’t know? 505’s my secret agent—someone working for me, for free. Haha."