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**Two years later.**
That's 730 days or (3000 Earth days) of grinding, building, yelling at old men, dodging monster-sized chickens, and trying not to accidentally kill someone with an ice sneeze.
My little twin siblings—**Aetheria** and **Terraka**—now wobble around like fluffy golden-eyed gremlins. They talk, scream, cry, and steal my food like it's a competition. They've officially unlocked the "mini menace" level of toddlerhood.
Me? I'm **9 years old**, Still looking like I can join a gnome basketball team, but mentally I'm like a 50-year-old architect, engineer, military tactician, part-time chef, and full-time god-king. The city has changed more than a guy who gets one compliment at the gym.
### **City of Aethonix: Population Boom**
We're not a tribe anymore. Nah, **we're a whole city** now. Say hello to **Aethonix**, named after yours truly.
We got about **15,000 residents**—which, in ancient civilization terms, is like hitting the civilization jackpot.
I got people sculpting me into statues now. **15 feet tall statues.** One dude even sculpted my "smirking face of wisdom," whatever that means. Bro, I look like I just farted and got away with it.
**Daily life is wild now:**
- We got **carriages** rolling down dirt roads pulled by **Arsu**—giant animals shaped like horses but with **wolf faces**. Imagine a Clydesdale and a werewolf had a baby. I still can't tell if they bark or neigh.
- Kids running around with **wooden training swords** screaming "I'm Aethonix!" Like chill little bro, you can't even spell that.
- There's even a dude selling roasted chicken legs on a stick. Yes. The caveman version of street food. We've arrived.
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### **Let There Be Gladiators**
So one day, I thought: "Let's build a **Colosseum**!" You know, for honorable duels, training sessions, and maybe a talent show or two.
**What actually happened?**
It became **Barbarian Fight Club**. Every Aurorian with muscles (so… all of them) wanted to throw hands like it's ancient UFC.
I walked in one day and saw someone get clotheslined into the wall.
Me: "Is this what I wanted?"
Also me: "Yeah. This is exactly what I wanted."
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### **Upgrade Time: Government 2.0**
Old system? Outdated.
So I gave our leadership a glow-up:
| Old Title | New Title |
|---------------------|------------------|
| High Chieftain | King (Hi Dad!) |
| Bone Circle | The Council |
| Clan Chiefs | Governors |
| Warbringers | Generals |
| Blood Hunters | Secret Soldiers |
| Iron Fang Warriors | Soldiers |
Some of the elders were like, "B-but tradition—"
And I was like, "**I have metal powers, bro.** I can turn your cane into a pretzel."
They agreed pretty fast.
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### **The Glowy Stone of Awesomeness**
Then we discovered a rare stone that **glows in the dark**. Like a divine glowstick.
We called it **Linuar.**
I ordered everyone to plant these things outside their homes and on the streets. Now the entire city **glows at night** like a magical Pinterest board. I walk outside and it feels like I'm in the intro to some JRPG.
People started calling it **"The City of Light."**
I call it **"My Aesthetic Masterpiece."**
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### **Weapons, Armor, and the Birth of Fashion**
Since I can control metal, I basically turned into a one-man weapon factory. I made:
- Swords (sharp enough to shave a dragon)
- Spears (long enough to hit enemies from another village)
- Shields (Captain Aethonix-style)
- Full-body armor (Aurorian Iron Man armor, basically)
- And yes… **forks and spoons.** Because eating with rocks is so 5000 B.C.
Our soldiers are now walking tanks. Some even added spikes and gold trims like they're on a barbarian runway.
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### **Trash Problem? Just Burn It**
We had no idea what to do with garbage. Some folks just chucked bones into the lake. I said, **"Nope. That's how sea monsters happen."**
So I introduced… **burn pits.**
Just toss your trash in a pit and light it up. One elder called it primitive. I said, **"Do you want your backyard to smell like fermented cow toes? No? Then burn it."**
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### **Academy of the Strong and Smart**
I also came up with a genius idea: **The Academy.**
It's where kids get trained in **combat, survival, leadership, building, and cool stuff.**
Everyone starts at **11 years old**, trains for **4 years**, then picks a path—warrior, blacksmith, architect, councilman, animal handler, etc.
They were like, "So… it's Training?"
And I said, "**No. It's fantasy school with battle axes.**"
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### **The Vibranium Incident**
One day, this guy comes running up like, "LORD AETHONIX! A rock hit me back!"
I was like, "You're high."
But I checked it anyway.
And there it was—this **black metal**, shiny, dense, heavy, and when I punched it?
**Boom. It vibrated. It echoed.**
I whispered to myself:
"**…Vibranium?**"
Am I in the Marvel Universe? Are we the Wakandians of this world?
I immediately forged **15 shields** out of it. Sleek, silent, deadly. I handed them out like a flex pass.
**Captain Aurorian?** Yeah, I just created 15 of them.
But I still don't know what that metal is. Maybe the system will reveal it. Maybe not. But one thing's for sure—**if I can weaponize it, it's mine.**
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### **Final Thoughts From Aethonix Himself**
- I still haven't gotten a system notification in 4 years.
- I suspect I'll get the next one when I hit 10, like some kind of divine loot box.
- My siblings are now small agents of chaos and I love them to bits.
- The city is blooming, and honestly? I might be mentally spiraling from this much power—but at least I'm funny and stylish.
Until next chapter…
**All hail Aethonix.**
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