By the time the trio turned six, they had only slightly adjusted to the new world they’d been reincarnated into. But even that small adaptation came at different costs for each of them. They were no longer the gamers from Earth—just kids trying to survive in a cruel fantasy world where destiny seemed... unwritten.
AO's life, on the surface, was golden. As the heir to the Sheen family—ranked first in all things magic—he was treated like a prince. Servants bowed, nobles praised his name, and his father, Ethan, boasted of his future like it was already carved in stone.
But behind closed doors, reality shattered.
The day of the magic potential test came. The globe glowed for every child. Except AO.
His father’s smile twisted into a scowl. “No magic…?” he muttered.
That night, AO’s world collapsed.
"You are a disgrace!" Ethan bellowed, slamming AO into the wall. “You are no son of mine!”
AO’s mother, a gentle soul, tried to protect her child. But in this world, women had no voice. That same night, while she slept, Ethan boiled a kettle and spilled scalding water over her face.
She screamed in horror as the boiling liquid burned her skin. One eye went blind. Her body and spirit broke.
Since then, AO endured daily beatings. Food became a privilege, not a right. He was cast out of the main house like trash.
He never cried. Not even once.
But every day, he whispered to himself:
“I’ll make it out. One day… I’ll burn this house to the ground.”
Jay’s life was a twisted mirror. His father, Kein, was a rare gem in this brutal world. Kind-hearted, respectful to women, and a believer in equality. He stood tall in a culture that looked down on compassion.
But his wife—Jay’s mother—saw his kindness as weakness.
She belittled him, struck him, and spat venom with every breath.
Then one day, Kein disappeared. No note. No trace. No goodbye.
That night, Jay lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, praying it was all just a bad dream.
His mother entered the room.
She didn’t speak.
She just wrapped her hands around his neck.
“I wanted a daughter,” she whispered coldly. “Not a useless boy.”
Jay clawed at her arms, eyes wide with fear. But she was stronger. Almost... unnaturally so.
It felt scripted. Like no matter how much he struggled, he was meant to lose.
Mike’s childhood was a nightmare without end. His father—Veil—was once hailed as the greatest hero in the world. But to Mike, he was a monster.
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No magic. No power. No worth.
Mike tried everything to earn even a glance of approval. Fire, wind, water—he trained day and night, desperately trying to awaken something. Anything.
Nothing came.
Then, one night when Mike was seven, he lay beside his mother, pretending to be asleep.
Veil’s voice echoed through the room. He was speaking through a magical communicator.
“Tomorrow. When she takes him to the academy. That’s when you strike.”
A hitman replied, “Understood.”
Mike’s mother, Luni, froze. Her breath caught in her throat. She said nothing… but Mike felt her arms tighten around him.
Years passed.
Every single day, Mike begged the world for magic. For purpose. For a reason to exist.
Then, the dreaded day arrived.
“Sweetie,” his mother said with a soft smile, “it’s time to go to the academy.”
Mike smiled back. But inside, his heart screamed.
She knows.
As he stepped toward the academy wagon, Luni grabbed his arm.
“Don’t get on.”
Then she ran.
They sprinted through the streets. Behind them—gunfire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One shot hit.
Blood.
Mike gasped. “Mom!”
But Luni didn’t stop. She staggered, but she kept running.
The hitman hesitated. He realized who he had shot—the wife of the top-ranked hero.
“…I’m screwed.”
He fled into the shadows.
Luni dragged Mike to her father’s house. The door slammed open with a burst of wind magic.
Her father stood at the stove, a wooden spoon in hand. It fell with a clatter.
“Luni?! What in the gods’ name—?!”
She placed Mike before him.
“Father… please… protect my son.”
Mike reached for her. “No… Mom, don’t go…”
She knelt down, cupping his face.
“You may not have magic, Mike… but you are my son. You always will be. I know you’re special. You just haven’t awakened yet. Please… never give up.”
She kissed his forehead.
“I love you.”
And then, she turned… and walked out the door.
Mike’s eyes filled with tears. “Why…?”
Her father stood silently. Then thought:
This child… got my daughter shot. If he stays here, I might be next.
“Come, Mike,” he said with forced calm. “Let’s go somewhere.”
Mike followed quietly, the weight of betrayal clinging to him like fog.
They stopped at the academy gates.
Mike turned.
The old man was gone.
Vanished. Just like that. Just like Dad. Just like everyone else.
He clenched his fists, wiping his tears.
“I’ll keep your promise, Mom. I’ll survive. I’ll get stronger.”
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Later That Day – The Trio Reunites
AO leaned against the hallway wall of the academy.
“Where the hell is this monkey?” he muttered. “We’re gonna be late.”
Jay laughed. “Probably stuck on the toilet crying again.”
They both chuckled, trying to distract themselves from their inner wounds.
“Alright, I’m done waiting,” AO said. “Let’s go.”
Jay nodded. “Yeah, he’ll catch up—”
“Wait!”
They turned.
Mike stood there, bruised, dirty, exhausted—but smiling.
“Can I come too?”
“MIKE?!” they both shouted.
AO slapped his back. “Bro! What took you so long?!”
Jay smirked. “You did have that bathroom break, huh?”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Shut up, monkeys.”
They laughed.
But then, Mike's smile faded. His voice dropped.
“I need to tell you guys something.”
AO and Jay exchanged looks. This wasn’t a joke anymore.
“What’s up?” Jay asked.
Mike stepped closer, his expression dead serious.
“First thing’s first…”
He looked both of them in the eye.
“…let’s drop out at the end of the month.”
