Capítulo 1: The body that shouldn't wake up
Something was wrong. I didn't know what, but it wasn't sleep that ended my stillness, it was the sense that something was watching.
Silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that presses against your skin and sinks into your bones. The kind that warns you something's wrong before your mind catches up. The kind that doesn't wait for answers, it watches.
I didn't feel pain. I didn't feel cold. But I felt that silence, and it was the first thing that made me realize...
I woke up in a room that didn't want me alive.
Not a person. The room.
The silence pressed on my skin like it had weight. Watching. Judging. Waiting for me to move so it could crush me.
A stone ceiling above. Dust suspended in the still air. I lay on cold stone, no warmth, no heartbeat, no magic in the air.
I was breathing, but it wasn't air I felt, it was something watching. Not with eyes, but with intent.
I pushed myself up, slowly. My arms trembled. Not from weakness… more like disuse. Like I hadn't moved in years.
No blood. No wounds. Just a dull weight in my skull, like someone had pressed two lives into one mind and told me to figure it out.
I looked down. Black robes. Noble trim. A crest I didn't recognize. Gold lines stitched across the sleeves. Formal. Stiff.
Noble-born?
The name came before the question.
Cael Valeon.
Like a coat tailored for someone I used to be.
Then the voice echoed inside me.
"Core loading... Unknown host signature. Rebooting manual protocol..."
A screen shimmered before me, floating like a ghost in the air.
[ SYSTEM INITIALIZING... ]
User Detected: Cael Valeon (?)
Tier: 1 (Level 9)
Affinity: Mind
Logic – basic
Telekinesis – basic
Status: Classification Suppressed
Override Mode: Dormant
Then it vanished, but left a burn across my thoughts. I closed my eyes and another kind of sight opened. Equations flickered in the dark. Blueprints of machines I'd never built.
The system felt foreign. Incomplete. Like it had been made for someone else... or like it was trying to remember what it used to be.
Blueprints. Circuits. Steel. Logic.
"Not because it was science, but because it was magic, shaped by logic. A different kind of Affinity. One that didn't burn or freeze, but calculated."
And none of it belonged in this world.
Because I was an engineer.
On Earth.
But I wasn't there anymore.
The stone beneath me groaned. Footsteps echoed above. Slow. Steady. Approaching.
Voices.
"Still asleep? Figures. The stars have turned three times."
A soft pop of displaced air followed, a flicker of light as one student conjured a glow-orb to float beside him.
"He's a dead echo. The Baron says he mumbles in his sleep, machines, sparks, nonsense."
"The Baron says he mumbles sometimes. Talks in his sleep. Wild things, like machines and sparks."
"No Affinity. No magic. Just silence and shame. What a waste."
I didn't breathe. Didn't move.
They were talking about me.
Who was Cael Valeon? Why did I feel split between two worlds? Why did a system live inside me that didn't belong in this reality?
Then another voice curled in the air, not theirs.
Older. Deeper.
"They don't know what you are."
"But you will."
I should've been afraid.
But I wasn't.
I couldn't say how I knew. Maybe the system. Maybe the silence. But something had shifted, this wasn't the end of a sleep. It was the start of something else waking.
***
The candlelight flickered against stone walls, shadows dancing with no music to follow. Outside, wind scraped the tower windows, whispering like the ghosts of a world that had moved on.
I sat on the edge of the narrow bed. Hands clenched. Thoughts spiraled, fractured pieces of logic and memory that didn't belong together.
The door creaked.
Footsteps.
Baron Valeon.
He entered with the grace of someone who'd never known failure. His eyes locked on mine, sharp and searching.
"You're awake."
I nodded.
"Ten years."
He paced the room, arms folded behind his back.
"Ten years of waiting. Ten years of disappointment."
He stopped.
"No Affinity. No spark. No sign that you were anything more than a wasted name."
Each word landed like stone in my chest. I should've looked away. Should've curled under the weight of it. But I didn't. Because whatever I was before, I wasn't that anymore.
I met his gaze, jaw tight.
"You will go to the Imperial Arcane Academy."
The words struck like steel.
"It is where the empire's finest train. Where the weak are buried beneath expectations."
"You must understand. The academy doesn't coddle weakness. And it won't spare you."
I didn't flinch.
Something stirred in my mind. Not magic. Not fire. But code.
Unlocking.
Gears turning.
Something ancient opened one eye.
Baron Valeon turned away. The sweep of his cloak felt final.
"Your carriage leaves at dawn. Don't embarrass this family any further."
He left.
The silence returned.
But now it hummed.
Inside me, something flickered.
A formula.
My vision stuttered, arcs, angles, mana flow through the walls, heat signatures from beyond the stone.
Gone in a blink.
Not forgotten.
I rose. My hands were steady now.
"They think I'm nothing. But I remember the feel of wires between my fingers. The hum of power in circuits. The silence of a lab at midnight.
I remember what it means to take chaos and carve out purpose.
And now I've seen how their world works. Rules. Limits. Equations dressed up as mystery.
Everything with limits… breaks."
And if magic was a system,
Then I'd be the one to crack it.
But systems have cracks. And I don't need magic to find them. I just need time. Time... and pressure.
I didn't argue. Not aloud.
But as the door shut behind him, my thoughts rewrote themselves.
"Let them test me. Let them measure and judge. Let them cast me aside.
Systems are made to be broken.
And I intend to learn how."
Somewhere behind the silence, the system stirred, and this time, it was watching me.
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