In the middle of a vast battlefield, filled with the dead bodies of humans and ferocious beasts, stood a 6-foot-tall robust man with a blood-red sword in his hand.
He had pure white hair, which made him look like an old man, but his pupils, like two blood-red rubies, shined with a hellish glow making him look like a demon straight from hell.
Around the white-haired man, in the sky and on the land, countless brave warriors surrounded him from all sides. Some of them could be seen riding on mythical beasts, while others simply stood in the air as though they were standing on flat ground.
"Devil, you have killed enough. Put down your weapon and accept your death. There is no escape for you this time," an elderly man standing on top of a huge dragon-like creature said in a commanding voice as he looked at the lone figure at the center of the battlefield.
The white-haired man looked at the man who spoke with his ruby-red pupils indifferently.
Although he was merely looking at him, the golden-robed man who spoke just now felt a sudden chill in his heart and involuntarily averted his eyes.
The white-haired man smirked, and ignoring all the enemies surrounding him, he directly sat down in the center of the battlefield, with his sword vertically inserted into the ground near him.
Despite his casual posture, the thousand or so god-like existences surrounding him didn't take any action, as though they were waiting for others to start attacking first.
But despite the awkward silence on the battlefield, no one moved.
The white-haired man once again looked around him, and with a sigh, he sat there reminiscing about his past with a lost look on his face.
....
Actually, the white-haired man's name was Alvin, and he was not from this world of magic and warriors but from a parallel world similar to this one, called Earth, where magic and immortality were only part of fairy tales and novels.
Unlike other transmigrators who would be granted awe-inspiring cheat-like abilities called systems, Alvin was not given anything. He was not disappointed about it, as everything written in some fantasy novels could not be true word for word, right?
Alvin was born as the first son of Elena Everhart. She was just an ordinary woman with no talent for cultivation or any impressive background. The only outstanding thing about her was that she was as beautiful as a fairy.
Alvin's father, who was also one of the divine emperors of this world, took an interest in her and, against her will, married her as his wife. Although it was a good thing to become the wife of such a powerful person, life turned upside down for Elena.
Since she was forced to marry Alvin's father, she always appeared fearful of him, and their married life was a complete mess with his father becoming more and more irritated with his mother as days passed.
Although Cyrus never harmed her physically, even a simple glare from him was enough to make Elena cry on the spot out of fear of him.
A year after their marriage, Alvin was born, and he was given the name Draven Nyxborn.
For the first two years, Alvin's life was just like any other baby's. But on his second birthday, he fell ill, and, like in a dream, his previous life on Earth as a soldier flashed before his eyes.
At the same time, his black pupils turned into a deep purple hue, awakening his divine bone at the tender age of two, which was rare among the rare in this world.
When the divine bone was tested, it turned out that what he had awakened was not the exclusive royal trait of the Nyxborn family, which allowed the creation of a divine dragon of dual space and dark attributes inside one's body like his father, but rather a common trait of the Nyxborn family, which allowed him to summon shadow servants to fight for him in battles.
After hearing this, Alvin's father blamed everything on his mother, as he believed that it was due to her inferior genes that the child failed to awaken the royal trait.
Although Elena stood there with tears in her eyes, silently enduring all of this, Alvin had no intention of doing so.
He directly pointed his finger at his father and cursed, "It was not she who asked you to marry her, nor did I ask you to give birth to me. She is my mother, and I won't tolerate some dog barking at her face."
Seeing the two-year-old child, who could not even walk or speak properly until yesterday, pointing his finger at their lord, who was feared across the world as the Divine Nyx Emperor, the entire palace fell silent for a moment.
Elena was the first one to snap out of her stupor. She rushed forward and picked up the chubby kid, who was pointing his finger at the emperor with a red face.
"Please forgive his rudeness, my lord. The child was ill before and doesn't know what he is saying," Elena pleaded with a bow.
Cyrus Nyxborn looked coldly at his two-year-old son with his deep purple eyes. This simple glare would have been enough to make even the overlords of Celestia shiver in fear, but Alvin stared back at him and shouted, "What are you looking at, you....."
Before he could finish his words, Elena closed his mouth with her hand.
"I will take Draven to rest. Please don't take offense at his words, my lord," Elena hurriedly left after seeing that Cyrus didn't ask anything further.
After this incident, a few years passed. As days went by, Alvin came to know more and more about this world, which was named Celestia.
Celestia was not much different from Earth. Although royal families and emperors existed in this world, this was not some ancient world, but quite the contrary, it was a highly developed world in terms of technology and magic.
Even in the palace, there was technology for cooling, which was similar to modern-day coolers, but it was far more developed and worked using magic instead of electricity.
It was similar for other electronic gadgets that you could have seen on Earth, the only difference being that they worked on divine essence instead of batteries.
In these few years, Alvin had integrated himself into the ways and life of this world. He accepted this fantasy world rather quickly, and now his past life only felt like an unforgettable dream to him.
Maybe this was the advantage of having the life experience of a 40-year-old war-hardened soldier in his head.
Now, the only thing Alvin cared about was cultivating day and night and becoming so strong that he could protect himself and his mother in this world, where the strong preyed on the weak.
As for the rest of the matters, he didn't care, nor did he have any interest in pleasing his father like how other people in the palace did.
On the contrary, Alvin's relationship with his father was like water and fire. They would either ignore each other or argue like mortal enemies whenever they met.
Although Alvin would end up being harshly punished for disrespecting the emperor each time, he didn't change his attitude towards his father. The reason was simple , his mother was afraid of Cyrus, and Alvin hated this fact.