In a world of abilities, advanced technology, aliens, factions, families and empires,where the strong rule the weak and power is everything the greatest honour for any person would want is the title of Esper . Due to the influx of world energy,a natural energy that flows in the air 93% of the now over 3 trillion population of Earth now called Arether due to the transformations from world energy, have awaken becoming Espers , godly beings in the eyes of men with divine abilities.
War lurkes around the galaxy always. The demand for places to nurture young Espers into great heroes rises.
One of such places is Skycrest Esper Academy.
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The gates of Starcrest Academy rose like the spine of a sleeping beast—towering, ancient, and etched with runes that shimmered faintly beneath the afternoon sun. To most, it was a symbol of hope, of legacy, of ascension.
To Leo Chambers, it felt like a challenge.
He walked in silence, his cloak drawn tight against the wind. Despite the grandeur of the moment, the wide marble steps and the distant hum of magical pulses through the air, his expression remained unreadable—calm, distant, and maybe a little too cold for a boy of seventeen
"Is that really him?" a whisper broke out near the gate.
"He's smaller than I expected…"
"Can't even feel his aura. Are we sure he's one of the chambers?"
He heard them, of course. He always did. The murmurs that trailed his shadow like gnats, the stares too afraid to meet his eyes for long. In a family known for producing monsters, Leo was the only one who hadn't shown a hint of power—not even a basic World Energy core.
He didn't care. Not anymore.
Let them guess. Let them speculate.
No one—not even his father—knew the truth: that the boy who now walked these halls wasn't the same one who was born to them. That he had died, and Leo had arrived in his place—mind intact, soul fractured, wrapped in flesh that barely responded to him.
He wasn't from this world. But now, he had to master it.
As Leo passed under the academy's archway, a pulse ran through him. His cloak fluttered. Runes briefly flared as if testing him, scanning for danger. The stone underfoot resonated faintly with a hum only those attuned to magic could hear.
Still, nothing happened.
The academy didn't reject him.
"Name?" a tall woman in robes of deep blue asked, stepping forward. She wore a crystal badge of the Faculty of Disciplines, and her aura coiled around her like an unseen tempest.
"Leo Chambers"
Her expression flickered for only a moment. A pause, slight, but telling.
"House of Lord Damien Chambers?"
"Yes."
Another pause. The silence stretched until the quill in her hand finally moved.
"You're cleared. Dormitory Sector Twelve. Report to Orientation Hall before sundown."
Leo nodded once and walked past her. The moment he did, he felt the tension in the air lessen, as if the very academy had been holding its breath.
Not for the last time, he wondered if it had recognized him.
If the thing inside him—the thing he barely understood—had responded to the ancient stones.
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The dormitory was quiet when he arrived. Stark halls, polished stone, windows that revealed floating islands and distant spell formations in the sky. Students passed him with hurried steps, some ignoring him, others sending curious glances his way.
Room 216.
He opened the door and stepped inside.
Two beds. One occupied.
A boy with deep Auburn hair, a handsome face , fair skin and orange eyes leaned against the window frame, arms crossed, smirking, his frame is lean but muscular like that of Leo , his height 190 cm a bit taller than Leo's 185 cm , his dark orange regal robes like that of king Tchalla except orange
make it clear that he is a noble.
"You're late," he said.
Leo blinked. "Do I know you?"
"Nah not really we met when we were kids" The boy grinned. "Name's Seth Maxwell. I called dibs on the window bed. You snore, I set your pillow on fire."
Leo stared at him." Leo chambers"
Seth winked. "Kidding. Mostly."
Leo chuckled under his breath. "Fine. I don't snore."
"Perfect. I like you already." Seth paused, then narrowed his eyes. "You're not normal, are you?"
Leo tensed. "Excuse me?"
"I don't mean weak. Everyone says you've got no energy—but your eyes, man. You've seen stuff." Seth tilted his head. "Like you've died before."
Leo said nothing.
The silence grew heavy.
Then Seth grinned again, clapping his hands together "Well, whatever. Mystery makes you cool. Let's crush this school together, huh?"
Leo finally allowed a smile to touch his lips. "Sure. Why not?"
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Later that night, as the academy's spires gleamed beneath twin moons, Leo sat alone on the balcony of the dorm, eyes turned skyward.
He didn't know why the stars felt both familiar and distant—why they seemed to whisper when no one else was listening.
He reached into his cloak and drew out the obsidian pendant his father had given him before leaving for the academy. A family heirloom, they said. Carved with ancient symbols. Cold, almost… sentient. He puts the pendent on before standing up and staring at the sky again .
He stared at it in the moonlight.
For a moment, just a moment, it pulsed with a faint purple glow.
Leo narrowed his eyes.
Then tucked it away.
The stars could wait.
He had a world to conquer first.
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