[System Interface - Proficiency Panel - User: lucien Arkanveil]
Name: [lucien Arkanveil] Race: Human (Primordial Soul)Age: 14Rank: B+ (Tempered Core)
Traits:
[EX] Devour (Trait Capacity: 1/4 Active)
[SSS] Adaptation (Evolving: 82%)
[S] Eye of Data (Active)
Skills:
Swordsmanship Lv 8 [1,923/3,000]
Magic Theory Lv 9 [2,670/4,000]
Mana Control Lv 10 [Maxed: Ready for Evolution]
Tactical Combat Lv 7 [3,120/3,500]
Leadership Lv 5 [650/2,000]
Proficiency Panel: ActiveStored Traits: 3 (Encrypted)Notes: Skill Evolution Available. Adaptation Trait syncing with Eye of Data...
The warmth of the family evening, the laughter, and the fragile petals of peace—they were not illusions, but they were temporary.
He knew it.
Even as he smiled under the Hearth Tree, his mind had already begun moving pieces. Strategizing. Forecasting outcomes. Predicting collapses.
The world would not care how close a family was.It would test them.So he would test them first.
He would break them—so the world couldn't.
The morning sky broke silver. Cold dew clung to the blacksteel training grounds, untouched and hungry.
One by one, the Arkanveil family gathered.Not in finery. Not in casual robes. But in their battle gear.
The eldest brother, Aleron, arrived first—his armor quiet, his blade sheathed, expression unreadable. Then their older sister, sparks of controlled fire flickering in her eyes. Their younger brother, less confident but no less determined. Even their mother and father, shining and stoic, stood without question.
The MC stood before them—not above, not behind.In front.
"Today, we begin the Family Trial."
No ceremony. No fanfare. Just fact.
"These are not enemies you will fight. Not monsters you will slay. They are truths you've avoided. Fears you've buried. Weaknesses you've accepted."
He looked each of them in the eye.
"You will be alone.""You will be watched.""And you will not be the same when you return."
The trials had been built over weeks. Secretly. Layer by layer. Designed not to harm but to reveal.
And he would be their architect.
First Trial: Aleron – The Knight Who Feared Peace
The MC led his elder brother to the first chamber. A place of silence. No opponents. Just mirrors.
In each mirror, Aleron saw a version of himself. Smiling. Married. A father. A teacher.
Not a warrior.
The Trial whispered:
"Can you stop fighting?"
Aleron did not draw his sword.He sat.He watched.He listened.
He wept.
When he emerged, his blade was still sheathed. But his spine? Straighter than ever.
Second Trial: His Sister – The Flame That Couldn't Forgive
She walked into a hall of fire.But this flame did not answer her. It mocked her.
Illusions formed—friends lost to her power. Missions failed due to her recklessness. Her younger brother nearly burned.
"Do you deserve this fire?"
She screamed.She fought.And when the flames finally bent to her will, she did not grin.She knelt.
When she emerged, her hair smoked with ash—but her eyes shone like tempered embers.
Third Trial: Their Mother – The Light That Hid Pain
Her trial was silent.A sick child in her arms.A battlefield in the distance.
"Whom do you save?"
She had always been a healer.Always the protector.But even light must choose where to shine.
She chose.She wept.She healed.
And when she emerged, her aura was dimmer—but realer.Human.
Fourth Trial: Their Father – The Titan Who Carried Too Much
His chamber was stone.Heavy slabs fell from above.Burden after burden. Regret after regret.
Soldiers he couldn't save.Decisions made in silence.The weight of Arkanveil's survival.
He held it all.Until his knees shook.Until he let go.Until he screamed, not in rage—but in grief.
When he emerged, the Titan walked lighter.
Fifth Trial: Elric – The Blade That Lacked Purpose
His trial was a battlefield frozen in time.His parents stood there.Alive.Smiling.
He was a child again.
"Stay," they said.
"Or fight alone."
Elric cried.He begged.But in the end, he stood.He picked up the broken sword.And walked away.
When he emerged, he didn't look back.
Final Trial: The MC – The Boy Who Knew Too Much
He entered last.His trial was not fire.Not mirrors.Not grief.
It was emptiness.
A world without family.Without system.Without reincarnation.
A world where he had died. Alone. Forgotten.A life that meant nothing.
"Would you still try again?"
He sat in that void.He thought of everyone.He remembered their smiles. Their pain. Their growth.
He answered.
"Yes."
And the void shattered.
They gathered again beneath the Hearth Tree.This time, silent.No laughter.No jokes.
Only understanding.
They had been tested.Not as warriors.But as people.
And as the youngest among them lit the ceremonial fire with shaky hands, her flower crown crooked, the MC stepped forward.
"We are not broken.""We are reforged."
The flames rose.The sky watched.And the world, far away and unaware, trembled a little.
Because the Arkanveil family was no longer legendary.They were united.