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Rasian’s enthusiasm was infectious as he spoke animatedly about the capital’s history, architecture, the royal family, the political climate, and even some of the latest scandals and mysteries.

Even though some of the information was a repetition for Roy, he found himself listening with interest, captivated by Rasian’s passionate narration.

Lyra showed clear interest as well. She chuckled at Rasian’s funny stories, gasped in awe at the intriguing mysteries, and marveled at the beauty and magnificence of the places he described. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity and joy, revealing her genuine desire to witness them firsthand.

Damien, sensing his aunt’s fascination, assured her that once they ascended the grand staircase and entered the Seventh Mountain, everything would become visible to her.

Now, let’s talk about Lyra. Who’s she? She was Roy’s beloved wife and a member of the Female Siren clan. According to their customs, after mating, the destined partner had to be given a name. After their intimate encounter, Roy had named her his beloved Lyra.

At that time, she was really happy to have been named, and as a reward, she made love to him once more.

It took a while to climb the lengthy staircase and step into the seventh mountain. The city around them was bustling with life. Vibrant marketplaces teemed with people from all walks of life, while majestic palaces stood tall and proud. It felt as if they had entered a vividly colorful painting, with Rasian’s stories adding an extra layer of depth to their surroundings, enhancing the overall experience.

When Amelia and the half-elven twins reached the top of the grand staircase, their eyes widened in amazement as they took in the breathtaking sight before them. The Seventh Mountain stretched out in all its splendor, a sight to behold!

Amelia exclaimed, “So this is what the seventh mountain looks like! It’s absolutely beautiful.”

The half-elven twins, standing beside her, nodded in agreement, their faces filled with wonder.

“Yeah, it’s even more incredible than we imagined,” Aiden remarked.

Maya chimed in, “I can’t believe the colors and the bustling energy of this place. It’s like stepping into a dream.”

“I can’t wait to explore and see everything up close. The stories we’ve heard don’t even do it justice,” Syndra smiled, feeling a sense of exhilaration.

Roy, seemingly disinterested in the awe-inspiring surroundings, shifted his attention to Rasian. He observed the young boy with a keen eye.

After discovering that Rasian is the protagonist of the novel, Roy was taken aback. However, as he witnessed Rasian’s diligent efforts and genuine dedication, a newfound admiration began to blossom within him.

Rasian’s humility, intelligence, and the profound depth of his character struck Roy as incredibly remarkable. Such qualities were a rarity to encounter. Roy couldn’t help but ponder, “Could it be that his admirable attributes are a result of him being the protagonist of the novel?”

Roy, momentarily lost in his thoughts, shook his head as if to clear away any preconceived notions. He reminded himself not to judge Rasian solely based on his knowledge of him as a protagonist in the novel. After all, what truly mattered was the young boy’s unwavering dedication and diligent efforts, regardless of his age.

With a newfound perspective, Roy muttered to himself, “Whatever. I shouldn’t let my preconceptions cloud my judgment. Rasian’s hard work and determination speak volumes about his character. That’s what truly matters in the end.”

Roy looked at him intently and cast inspect.

Immediately, a semi-transparent screen opened up before him.

Character Name: Rasian Achlys

Level: 1 (Trainee)

Stats:

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Agility: 4

Stamina: 8

Background:

Rasian was born into the branch family of the renowned Achlys Poison Clan. As a member of the branch family, he had a unique upbringing. During his childhood, Rasian, like the other branch family members, was fed a spiritual insect that allowed the main family of the Achlys Poison Clan to exert control over his life.

Rasian’s childhood was marred by the presence of his abusive and alcoholic father. This shameless man was truly the embodiment of cruelty as he would subject his wife and child to relentless beatings whenever he indulged in his drunken stupors. The vicious cycle of abuse took a toll on Rasian’s mother, leaving her crippled and plagued by illness. Unable to move her legs, she was rendered incapable of work, further exacerbating the family’s dire situation.

With their breadwinner incapacitated and no support readily available in this unforgiving world, Rasian and his family struggled to survive. The young boy grew up in a state of chronic malnourishment, his hunger a constant companion.

Left with no other choice, Rasian, even at a tender age, took on the responsibility of providing for his family. Driven by necessity, Rasian sought work to sustain his household. The burden of responsibility fell heavily upon his young shoulders as he tirelessly toiled, striving to earn money and put food on the table. The path he walked was fraught with hardships and challenges. Because of his looks, he was bullied in the workplace and also back in the clan. But he remained resilient and determined to protect those he loved, even if it meant sacrificing his own childhood.

His initial jobs were, of course, small, odd ones. He collected firewood, cleaned the stables, worked as a porter, anything that would earn him a bit of money. It wasn’t much, but it was something, and it was better than nothing, and it was enough to go from nothing to eat to hand to mouth. Despite the tough conditions and the hard labor, Rasian didn’t resent his work. It gave him the ability to survive and provide for his mother.

During this time, Rasian’s relationship with his father only grew worse. The man was a parasite, draining the family of their resources and adding nothing in return. He would take half and sometimes all of the money Rasian earned in a day and spend it on booze or gambling, leaving the family to starve. The last bit of love that a child would have for his father died.