Noah was distracted from his thoughts when he heard his mother’s words. He looked at her and saw her gazing at him lovingly.
’Well, as always, no one can see the system windows except me.’Hearing her say that she would protect his smile and laughter, he couldn’t help but smile.
He was happy. Happy that he had a family.
Happy that he hadn’t taken over someone else’s body.
Happy that a new life awaited him.He then looked back at the system window, ready to receive his two new rewards.
’System, assimilate the rewards.’
[DING]
[Integrating Omni-Genesis Cosmos Scripture.]
[Integrating...10%....55%...90%...100%]
[Integrating Primordial Dragon Language Mastery.]
[Integration Successful.]
In an instant, Noah found himself possessing knowledge he had never known before.
Knowledge about cultivation. Knowledge about the scripture and how it functioned. Knowledge about countless ancient languages and fragments of their histories.
He even gained a basic understanding of runes.
The sensation was astonishing. Ethereal. For a brief moment, it felt as though he could understand a small part of the universe itself.
Once the integration was complete, mental exhaustion quickly washed over him.
His infant body could barely handle such an immense amount of information.
Feeling sleepy, Noah slowly closed his eyes and drifted into slumber.
The next morning.
Noah woke up after what felt like an incredibly long and comfortable sleep. Blinking a few times, he looked around and immediately noticed his parents standing nearby.
"Oh, he’s awake. I told you to lower your voice." His mother lightly slapped his father’s arm.
She looked different from the last time Noah had seen her. She was now wearing an elegant blue gown, and there was no trace of the exhaustion she had suffered during childbirth.
She appeared beautiful. Majestic. Almost unreal.
’Wow. She’s gorgeous. Considering how amazing my parents look, I’m definitely going to be a heartbreaker in the future,’ Noah thought jokingly. His gaze lingered on her for a moment.
’And there isn’t even a trace of fatigue left. She’s probably a very high-ranking cultivator.’
"Sorry. I didn’t mean to." His father smiled apologetically at his wife before turning toward Noah.
"Good morning, little one."Hearing his father’s voice, Noah looked at him and smiled.
"Aww, he’s so cute when he smiles." His mother’s face melted instantly. Then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"What? Do you like your father more than me?" Her expression shifted into a playful pout.
Seeing her reaction, Noah stretched his tiny arms toward her, inviting a hug.
His mother froze.
The fake jealousy vanished instantly. With a delighted gasp, she scooped him into her arms and buried her face against his neck.
"Mwah!" She showered him with kisses. "Oh, my little angel. You love me the most, don’t you?"
She kissed his cheek again before sending a triumphant glance toward her husband.
His father watched the exchange with twitching lips, then laughed. "Hahaha. He certainly does."
After a moment, he looked at Noah and smiled warmly. "It’s time to give him a name. We can’t keep calling him ’little one’ or ’little angel,’ even if that’s what he is to us."
His mother nodded. "Have you thought of one?"Noah also became curious. He looked toward his father expectantly.
His father saw both of them staring at him and smiled. "Yes. He shall be called... Aeon.
Aeon Glacius Astaraeas.
The Eternal Star."
[DING]
[Name Updated.]
[Name: Aeon Glacius Astaraeas.]
For a moment, the room fell silent. Noah blinked.
’Aeon...’ A small smile appeared on his face. Not bad. Not bad at all.
...
(Time Skip — Five Years Later)
In a grand marble bedroom illuminated by a floating crystal hearth, a five-year-old boy slept peacefully beneath a canopy of gold and velvet. His tiny frame was nearly swallowed by the massive bed, surrounded by silken pillows and chests overflowing with glittering jewels.
A soft, rhythmic knock echoed through the room, breaking the morning silence."Young Master, it is time for breakfast."
The gentle voice of a maid followed, drifting through the heavy oak door as a sliver of hallway light stretched across the marble floor.
"Mmh... Yaaawn..."
Hearing the knock and the familiar voice, Noah—now Aeon—slowly woke from his slumber.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched lazily."Thank you, Terra. Like usual, give me a few minutes. You may come in when I call for you."
"Understood, Young Master." Terra replied waiting for her young master call.
Aeon climbed out of bed and immediately began his daily routine.
Exercise.
Ever since he had learned how to walk and run, he had followed the same schedule every morning.
Push-ups. Bodyweight squats. Jumping jacks. Glute bridges. Planks.
If someone saw him, they would probably be shocked—perhaps even horrified. Not because a five-year-old child was exercising, but because of the ridiculous volume.
He performed ten thousand repetitions of each movement.His tiny body moved in a blur of superhuman speed, muscles pumping effortlessly as the draconic energy within him fueled his movements.
And this was merely his light morning routine, not his serious training.
"One of the advantages of having a dragon body," Aeon grinned, catching his breath as his heart rate effortlessly stabilized.
He was extremely grateful for being reborn as a dragon. His body recovered absurdly quickly and possessed stamina that would make ordinary humans despair.
A short while later, he finished the grueling circuit. "Terra, you may enter."
Click.
The bedroom door opened, and a beautiful young woman stepped inside. She possessed long white hair, black dragon horns, and bright blue eyes. Behind her, a sleek dragon tail swayed gently from side to side.
"Good morning, Young Master. Did you sleep well last night?"Terra said while signaling a group of maids to enter.
Following behind her were five other maids, each uniquely beautiful, showcasing an array of striking hair and eye colors.
Aeon smiled. "Good morning, Terra. Yes, I slept very well." He then waved his hand dramatically. "Alright, girls. Do your thing."
The maids giggled. "Yes, Young Master."They approached him before leading him toward the bathroom. It was time for his bath.
Aeon didn’t even bother resisting anymore. When he was younger and had first learned to speak, he had repeatedly protested against being bathed by the staff.
Unfortunately, nobody had listened—not even his parents. Instead, they had simply smiled and ignored his complaints.
After several failed attempts at rebellion, Aeon had eventually accepted his fate. At some point, he had even started enjoying the luxurious treatment.
The bath didn’t take long. Once finished, the maids carefully dried him, dressed him, and prepared him for the day.Soon, Aeon stood before a tall mirror, adjusting the collar of his elegant jacket.
The outfit was crafted from the materials of powerful magical beasts and woven by master craftsmen, making it something only the wealthiest noble families could ever hope to afford.
His long, snow-white hair fell past his shoulders, contrasting beautifully against the icy-blue tips at the ends. Glossy black dragon horns curved elegantly from his forehead. His pointed ears gave him an exotic appearance, while a sleek dragon tail swayed lazily behind him.His dragon eyes each hold different color. Golde in the right one, and purple in the left.
Aeon examined his reflection carefully, then slowly grinned. ’I am ridiculously handsome. Very handsome.’
At this rate, he was absolutely going to become a heartbreaker.
The world wasn’t ready for him.
Unfortunately, neither was he.
"Young Master, breakfast is ready. Lord and Lady Astaraeas are waiting for you in the dining room," Terra said, breaking his narcissistic reverie once she saw he was fully dressed.
Aeon nodded. "Let’s go."
Together, Aeon and Terra left the room. After a five-minute walk through the manor’s grand hallways, they arrived at the dining room.
The guards stationed outside immediately straightened their posture upon seeing their young master approach.
When Aeon stopped before them, they respectfully bowed their heads and opened the heavy doors."Good morning, Young Master."
Aeon smiled and returned their greeting. "Good morning, gentlemen."
The guards couldn’t help but smile slightly as they watched him enter.
A vast, sunlit dining hall greeted Aeon’s eyes. A massive table carved from pristine white marble sat beneath an enormous crystal chandelier that radiated a gentle magical glow. The table was meticulously prepared with gleaming silver utensils, fine porcelain plates, and golden chalices fit for royalty. Large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the beautifully maintained gardens of the Astaraeas Estate, allowing warm sunlight to pour into the room.
At the center of the table sat his parents. His father occupied the seat at the head of the table, while his mother sat to his right.
Aeon walked over and took the seat beside his mother. The moment she saw him, a gentle smile appeared on her face."Good morning, my love."
She gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from his face. "Did you sleep well last night?"
Aeon smiled. "Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Father. Yes, I slept very well."
"That’s wonderful." His mother smiled warmly. "We’ll be eating soon. I made your favorite today."
The moment Aeon heard those words, his eyes lit up.
"Really? Thanks, Mom!" He said with excitement. His mother’s cooking was always amazing, especially when she prepared his favorite dishes.
"Hahaha." His father laughed at the sight. "At this rate, you’re going to spoil him completely, Elisabeth."
Aeon’s mother simply lifted her chin proudly and pointed at her husband.
"And whose fault is that? You’re just as guilty."
Aeon immediately nodded along. "That’s right. You spoil me too, Dad."
For a moment, the room fell silent. Then both parents burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!" His father shook his head helplessly. "Looks like I’ve been exposed."
His mother laughed so hard that tiny tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Click.
A nearby service door opened, and several maids entered while pushing elegant serving carts.
The polished silver dishes clinked softly as breakfast was carefully arranged across the table, immediately filling the room with a delicious aroma.
Before long, the family began eating together. The atmosphere was warm, peaceful, and comfortable. Aeon couldn’t help but savor moments like these.
For someone who had grown up as a lonely orphan in his previous life, this simple family breakfast was more valuable than any treasure in the universe.
While taking another bite of food, his father suddenly paused. He put down his fork, his expression becoming slightly more serious as he looked toward his son.
"Oh, I almost forgot. There’s something important I need to tell you, son."