Faust yawned.
"...the shattering of the nameless third god created spirits and profane beings. Therefore, as a spirit user, Faust, you must remember the names and known boons granted by all the known spirits in existence. It is vital that you learn more about Infusers and Channelers. Let’s start with the most renowned Infusers throughout history..."
The instructor went on and on about great warriors, their supposed character traits, and the roles they played in known battles.
Faust was annoyed. The fact that he already knew more history than anyone in the castle after reading half the books in the library aside, this history lesson was happening at 6 AM!
Who the fucking hell wakes up at 6 AM to learn history?
His schedule was packed. Unlike his older siblings, who were already at the end of their formal education, his was just beginning. History, noble etiquette, horse riding, spirit user lessons, and swordsmanship. Thankfully, he was spared writing and reading lessons.
His older siblings only needed an hour or two for their lessons. Faust had five lessons in a single day, lasting over six hours!
History early in the morning at 6 AM. Followed by swordsmanship lessons until 8. Then he was given an hour to freshen up and join his family at the breakfast table.
After breakfast, he had to follow behind his father wherever he went till lunch. After a two-hour rest, lessons resumed at three in the afternoon: noble etiquette, horse riding, and, lastly, spirit-user lessons that ended at six, or sometimes even at seven.
Three days in, and he already regretted asking to be isekaied.
Faust yawned again, right before his history tutor; the guy was truly annoyed with him.
He had half a mind to scream at the guy; he already knew the things he was teaching, but Faust had decided not to. He was not supposed to stand out. People in this world did not know about eidetic memory; if he told them he could read a book in minutes, they would think it was some magical ability or that he was some genius.
Such an image of a second son was not favorable for the real heir, Augustine.
His older brother was a really good guy, but in every aspect of nobility, he was average. Just like the Duke, Aug was an Infuser and was already at the rank of ravager with a tempered core.
Impressive for a youth of sixteen.
All three types of essence users, this world’s magic, were called Emanations. That meant beings born from, or graced by, essence. By absorbing the souls bound to the cores of the monsters and enemies felled, they could perfect their own cores and climb higher in the path of divinity.
No one had proven it, but the people of Eldraxis believed essence was a gift the three gods granted to mortals. Arrogance, Admiration, and the Nameless third god.
The myth went something like this: Long ago, before time existed, three powerful beings arrived, created the world, and called it Eldraxis. Then they created beings to inherit their creation: humans, forests, and animals.
Arrogance was a being of immense power and could turn anything into his own strength; from him came Infusers. Admiration was so attuned with her world that she could sense every single part of it and make it better. From her came Channelers.
The Nameless god created spirits in the shape of his siblings’ own creations, but only far more pure and better. Because he always strove to be better than them.
Time went by, and the creations of the gods thrived and made wonders in the world that even the gods did not imagine possible. But one problem remained: the inhabitants of Eldraxis were growing restless with the limitations the gods placed on them. They wished to break free and gain independence.
Gods had made them in their own image, and it was in the nature of godbeings to rise above all else, to rule, to gain perfection.
So to solve this problem, the Nameless god created Death.
Not all things were immortal anymore. Everything had an end, then a new beginning afterward. It worked; peace returned in Eldraxis, and everything became perfect.
But then the other gods noticed that only their creations had become mortal; the spirits remained immortal. Even though the spirits had their own limitations and did not cause harm like humans and beasts, the two gods still felt it was unfair.
They asked the Nameless god to make the spirits mortal as well, but he refused. The Nameless god considered himself and his creations to be better than his siblings after all and did not wish to put such restraints on them.
And so the gods went to war, using their own creations and children as pawns for centuries.
In the end, the two gods gained the righteous victory. But they still could not change the natural laws of death their older sibling created.
They tried to destroy the Nameless god. But the gods were immortal and unrestrained by death. So the two gods shattered the Nameless God into hundreds of pieces. But to their surprise, the pieces of the Nameless God became a part of his own creations, the spirits.
Some were born anew, containing the malicious part of the god’s soul, and were named profane. But some spirits strived to protect Eldraxis against these profane existences by siding with the mortals and were called divine.
However, ever the deceiver, the Nameless God was not done. The Nameless God’s soul, after shattering, transformed the largest part of it into an endless prison and deceived the two gods into falling into his trap.
And ever since that day, the three gods could not return to Eldraxis. But their vestiges remained. And many believed their influence did, too.
But Faust had found no real evidence of this fantasy tale in the historical records. Yes, the essence and magical powers were a mystery, but there could be many answers other than children of powerful gods.
People needed to explain the unexplainable, so such a myth was inevitable. Especially given the civilization’s level.