Chapter 1: Prologue
"Topman, where in the world did you get that kid? And why exactly?" 4 old men were looking at a bald man in exasperation.
They, are the Gorosei. The five elders who have supreme power on the ruling body of the world. The world government.
"Do not remind me... It was just a mistake, but I think this child will be a boon. When he was supposedly born, he was said to not even make a noise. Instead, the child looked around. Checking the noises blatantly." Topman rubbed his forehead.
"You think your child is a genius, Topman? Will you wish to make him your heir for the Gorosei?" Saturn, the one responsible for research and science looked at the child curiously.
And the child was trying to support his neck. Seeming intent to look at the sources of the voices more clearly.
"Do not have any strange ideas, Saturn. He won't be in any experiments. I have no love for the child, but putting him in your hands is not a chance I'm willing to take." Topman sat on a couch with a sigh.
"Hmph, as you wish. What a shame is all, I think he would need a couple of boosts to become notable." Saturn shrugged.
"Enough talk about experiments. What are your plans for the boy, Topman?" Marcus Mars, the head of the environment sector raised a brow.
"That is the true question, Topman. You're the one handling the marines. What do you intend for the child?" Nusjuro, the head of finance thought the baby might cost a lot of money.
Children might be pliable and easy to manipulate. But if they are intelligent enough, which Topman believes to be the case. They might just cause a lot of trouble.
Like the child of the Donquixote family that is roaming around the world as a menace.
"Do you think of me as all-knowing? We will see in time. Raising the boy won't cut on my work, do not worry. Servants can take care of him until he shows any signs of greatness.
Otherwise, there won't be any problem in just tossing him to a villa on Mary Geoise." Topman explained.
"That seems logical, chop chop then. We have work to do." Peter, the head of agriculture clapped.
Saint Tyr Warcury has been born on the redline to one of the most influential celestial dragons.
__POV change__
'Ahhh, I seem to have been reborn.' One Michael King looked around with his blurry vision.
'Is this what being legally blind looks like? Did I turn off the stove? I hope somebody finds me soon and adopts my dogs.' Michael sighed in his mind.
He was on his way to work. When a stupid ass driver beat a red light. A pretty mundane person, you can even call him plain and boring.
Eat, sleep, work, walk the dogs. He doesn't particularly lead an exciting life.
'Hah, maybe I can use my mixed martial arts here? Is magic real here? I guess being forced to a club has its perks.' Michael wanted to sneer.
But his voice just came out as the unintelligent babbles of a newborn child.
'What the? I can't see well... But is the midwife like 10 feet tall!?' Michael was freaking out.
She was gigantic. He was then grabbed by the midwife in one hand and given to someone.
'Damn, he's huge as hell? What a majestic stache this dude has.' Michael could see the silhouette of the man's moustache.
And it was epic as hell, practically unmatched. He secretly hoped that he had a french accent.
"Hmm, I did not expect a child to be born of my seed... You look, different from others. I guess I will keep you. Name this child as Tyr." Topman analyzed him.
'Wait... Did I just hear the old man say he'll keep me? Was I reborn as a noble or something? And what was that, it's scary as hell.' The now named Tyr was shaken.
"Certainly, god warrior Warcury." The servants prostrated and Tyr went wide eyed.
'God warrior? What the hell does that mean?' Tyr was confused. And he could tell that this was out of his paygrade.
So he stared at the old man and analyzed him. 'Warcury? The name's giving me bad vibes...' Tyr was getting nervous.
Topman then carried him towards Pangea castle. The base of operations of the gorosei.
And after their little meeting about Tyr, he was quickly sent to a nursery by Topman.
The nursery in question was just a repurposed room. In one word, it is a disgustingly opulent room. Filled with gold and ivory. Only the finest wood and furniture in the room.
'What am I gonna do with my life now? I guess being a noble isn't so bad? Shit, that's just asking for a jinx.' Tyr frowned heavily.
"Saint Tyr is distressed, he most likely needs to be fed." His caretaker clapped, calling the wet nurse.
'Oh, I forgot about that... Newborn kids need to drink milk immediately, right?' Tyr latched on with a bit of hesitation.
'I'm no expert in this... But is breastmilk supposed to taste like half and half?' Tyr was surprised.
The wet nurse's milk was extremely rich. And it is due to their special diet. Eating a creature with a lot of vitality.
Basically leviathans of the sea, called sea kings.
'Ahhh, I feel like my soul's filled or something.' Tyr didn't question it much.
'Ahhh...' Tyr shit himself. 'I will never recover from this emotionally.' Tyr was getting dramatic.
'I'm blacking out... I'll think about what I'll do later I guess.' Tyr closed his eyes after burping. As he doesn't want to puke on himself.
He already crapped himself, so he was determined not to remember more shitty events.
__One year later__
Tyr didn't do much, just lazing around and eating. He was on surveillance 24/7.
'I really wish I could go to a library or something.' Tyr clicked his tongue.
'But I guess this place must really be magical or something.' Tyr looked at his body.
Normal one year olds can barely walk straight. And a lot of them can't even talk well.
But his development was extremely quick. 'I'm already like a pre-school child. My coordination is pretty good. And I don't have a lisp that all kids have when they're this young.'
Tyr noted his progression. It was pretty much impossible for normal babies.
'I'm strong as heck too, what are they feeding me?' Tyr gripped a can he took from the kitchen and it crumpled immediately.
'I'm pretty sure that's a tin can as well.' Tyr went pensive. But he can't feel any kind of energy or something. Like how magic can strengthen physiques.
"Tyr." He immediately turned around and he saw Topman Warcury, his father. The god warrior of justice.
"Father." Tyr bowed at him. Based on what Topman said back then, he was pretty sure he's a bastard.
And the standing of bastards in noble houses is commonly lower than even the servants.
He needed more information about Topman and his house to make a conclusion.
And learning more about the man is difficult. As he barely makes an appearance. Only seeing him once when he started speaking.
Topman then introduced himself as his father. 'What does he want? I guess this is an opportunity to learn more about the world.'
"Come, child." Topman's deep voice simply won't accept no.
"Yes, father." Tyr bowed slightly and followed Topman gingerly.
They then arrived at a room with a strict looking teacher.
"Teach him what he needs to know. Learn well, Tyr." Topman walked out and Tyr blinked.
"Saint Tyr, I will show you your itinerary." The teacher showed him a list.
'This is like a syllabus. No one year old can ever learn this all...' Tyr almost frowned.
"Etiquette, history, different branches of science, and most importantly. The 19 celestial families of the world government. As a world noble, it is your responsibility." The teacher's words revealed some information to him.
'So we're called world nobles... But why are there 19 families? And why are they called celestials? I don't like where this is going.' Tyr bit his cheek.
"Certainly, let us start." Tyr sat down on the chair.
'Truly a child of one of the god warriors. What a calm and rational child.' The teacher nodded at him and started the lessons.
__A few hours later__
'Damn... The world nobles basically have ultimate power over anyone? Even kings and queens?' Tyr looked at his notes.
The world government had absolute power. And they basically control the whole world. 'This is a recipe for disaster.'
Tyr can feel it. People born with that much power would pretty much turn out to be an asshole with a god complex.
'I'm not even sure I want to know what the hell they do to people or countries.' Tyr sweated.
He looked at a word in his notes, the marines. They were the 'supposed' protectors of the world. Enacting justice, but Tyr wasn't a bumbling idiot.
Enforcers are in on it. And even if there were good people in the marines, they would be powerless lapdogs for the government.
'I can smell a coup waiting to happen. But with the marines here, the chances are slim.' Tyr frowned.
The marines are massive in number. And he learned that the planet he's on is much more massive than earth back home.
Islands can be the size of countries, even continents. And they're scattered all over the world. Yet the bodies of water still dominated the planet's surface.
For now though, he'll keep on learning things. One step at a time.
"What did you learn today?" Tyr got startled as he heard Topman's voice.
"Father... These are my notes." Tyr almost cursed the old man.
'Hmmm, his notes... They are concise, yet compact with information. Leaving only the important things. I guess keeping him was the correct choice.' Topman made a note in his head to report Tyr's intellect to the gorosei.
"I see, good. You are listening, keep it up." Topman nodded at him and Tyr bowed as he left.
'This is child abuse damn it. Aren't I supposed to be a super noble or something?' Tyr sighed as he thought that he was in for quite a ride.
Tyr enjoyed what he could right now, though. He clapped and a servant went into his room.
Learning that mythical creatures like sea kings were pretty lucrative meals there. Curiosity led to one thing and another.
Now, they were his favorite meals. "What do you require, saint Tyr." He almost frowned at being called like that.
'This is going to inflate anyone's head. Imagine what a kid will think if he gets called a saint for being born.' Tyr sighed inside his mind.
"Get me my usual, please, thank you." Tyr requested and the maid prostrated.
He was actually quite popular with the servants. As unlike the other celestial dragons, he wasn't a disgusting pig.
And working as Tyr's personal attendant was basically heaven. He doesn't ask for much, is polite, treats people like humans, and is quiet.
"Certainly, saint Tyr." She backed away while bowing down.
"I'm royalty here, but my autonomy is non-existent." Tyr sighed.
And whenever he ate sea king meat, he started to feel energetic.
"I guess I can burn off some extra energy, no problem with exercising." Tyr started doing calisthenics.
Meanwhile, the gorosei of course were watching their newest project.
Tyr's room had surveillance in it. A weird ass snail that has telepathic powers.
Because apparently, the seas fuck up the radio waves. Hence, the snails became popular. Even their telephones were snails.
"It seems he is stifled there." Saturn snorted at Topman.
"He is a curious child, the world is his oyster. I think we should use him as our agent so we can focus on our work here on Pangaea castle." Marcus nodded.
"Ditto." Peter and Nusjuro agreed. Seeing the reports on how Tyr did. The teacher said that he was too advanced for his age.
"He's also already forging his own body as well. He eats enough sea king meat as much as adults. I believe he will be strong in the future." Topman had a smidgeon of a smile on his face.
"Let us officially cement him as an investment then. How about we call it project K.I.N.G.? Kaiser Inarch Nexus Government." Saturn came up with a name.
The other four nodded and it was sealed. He was to be the public agent of the gorosei.
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