In the quiet halls of the William estate, nestled within the tranquil Kingdom of Windless, a boy named David trained alone. Once a construction worker on a distant world, now reborn into nobility, he carried memories of concrete and steel—but here, strength was measured in transformations. At fifteen, he achieved the First Transformation, only to be mocked for following the Multitalent Path, a so-called waste among the five elite disciplines.

He didn’t care. While others drilled spells or sword forms, David experimented—combining defensive stances with mana infusions, brewing crude pills from kitchen herbs, reinforcing walls with fortress techniques. No master would teach him, so he learned by failing.

One evening, news arrived: Princess Elisa of the Great Kingdom Winston had gone missing during a diplomatic tour. Rumors said she fled to avoid marriage to Prince Valerius of Auroria. Days later, a wounded girl stumbled into the forest near his home, collapsing at the edge of a cliff.

David found her—pale, bleeding, her robes torn. Her eyes flickered open. 'You… aren’t like the others,' she whispered. 'I felt your mana—it moves in four directions at once.'

Before he could respond, a bolt of black fire exploded against the trees. From the smoke stepped armored figures with hollow eyes—the Shadow Legion.

She grabbed his arm. 'They’ll kill us both if you don’t run. Now.'

A voice crackled in the wind: 'The Multitalent must die before he awakens.'

David looked down at the princess, then at the approaching assassins. He had no title, no army, no legacy.

But he had a choice.