Xavier exhaled a long, measured breath, forcing his racing heart back into a state of absolute calm.
With a swift flick of his wrist, the blue system window displaying his ‘Void Eater’ status instantly dissolved into thin air.
The training hall returned to its previous silence, yet the very atmosphere inside the room felt palpably heavier than before.
‘I cannot tell a single soul about this.
Not even Father Alden,’ Xavier resolved internally, his conviction turning into cold stone.
His striking purple-and-gold heterochromia eyes stared fixedly at the polished floor.
Based on the ancient grimoires he had parsed through, the Void Eater was not merely a powerful race—they were the literal definition of absolute annihilation.
The intrinsic nature of this race was to consume galaxies and hollow out dimensions.
If the central palace or the Von Sterling family ever discovered that the adopted son they were nurturing was the reincarnation of a cosmic abomination, he would instantly be executed or sealed in the deepest dimensional abyss before he could even fully awaken.
The society of this exoplanet revered the Legendary Slayer as a ‘Protector King’.
Little did they know, their final savior—the 98th Slayer—harbored the soul of a universe-destroying entity.
This supreme irony forced a cold, sharp smirk onto Xavier’s beautifully androgynous face.
He realized he had to perfectly maintain his mask as a graceful, gentle, and obedient noble youth in front of the world.
He would continue to play the part of a regular human utilizing conventional elemental magic.
Meanwhile, his true ‘Void’ authority—capable of devouring energy and erasing the very existence of his foes—would only ever be unleashed in pitch-black darkness, where no living witness would survive to tell the tale.
Gripping the hilt of his silver blade, Xavier vowed to lock this dark secret away forever.
He would play the part of the savior by day, and rule as the ruthless cosmic predator by night.
Time continued to flow relentlessly, waiting for no one.
Another four years dissolved into nights of deep silence and extreme, hidden training.
Xavier had now reached the age of nineteen, stepping firmly into early adulthood.
His unique, androgynous physical traits had matured into an even more breathtakingly ethereal visage.
His facial contours were so flawlessly elegant that anyone who crossed his path would instantly freeze in utter bewilderment, gazing at a young man whose beauty easily eclipsed that of any woman on the planet.
His shimmering silver hair, now grown slightly longer, cascaded in neat waves down to his shoulders, while his sharp heterochromia eyes—one deep purple, the other fiery gold—radiated a profound, enigmatic cosmic serenity.
He wore a well-tailored, pitch-black modern nobleman’s coat that subtly emphasized his tall, lean, and powerful physique hidden beneath his delicate features.
Throughout these past four years, Xavier had managed to conceal his true identity as a ‘Void Eater’ with flawless precision.
Not a single soul within the Von Sterling estate, nor any high-ranking palace mages, suspected that behind the gentle, polite smile of Lord Alden’s adopted son lay a catastrophic authority capable of swallowing the entire universe.
Xavier had meticulously trained his mind and energy circulation, learning to compress his raw Void energy into counterfeit elemental wind or light magic whenever he was in public.
Yet behind that deceptive facade, the ‘System’ inside his mind had silently ascended to a staggering tier, coiled like a spring and ready to be unleashed.
At nineteen years old, his status as an elite noble youth was no longer just a safe haven—it was now his ultimate launching pad to finally step into the cosmic military and political arena of the multiverse.
The era of hiding inside isolated training halls was officially over.
The time had come for the Devourer to begin his true hunt.
A few days later, the entire Exoplanet city was set ablaze by a grand royal decree.
The central palace had decided to host a massive, open tournament.
The objective was singular: to discover the finest young warriors and appoint them into the vanguard of the Cosmic Royal Guard—the elite military division tasked with protecting the multiverse boundaries.
For Xavier, this was the absolute golden window he had been anticipating for nineteen years.
“I wish to enter the tournament, Father,” Xavier stated calmly as they dined at the Von Sterling family’s lavish breakfast table.
Lord Alden choked slightly on his drink, while several house maids looked at Xavier with expressions of deep worry.
With his breathtakingly beautiful, androgynous face, flowing silver hair, and seemingly lean build, everyone naturally perceived Xavier as a fragile, delicate noble youth.
This tournament was bound to attract brutal combatants and top-tier mages from every corner of the planet.
“Are you entirely certain, Xavier?
The arena is merciless.
They will not show you leniency simply because you bear my family name,” Lord Alden warned, his tone dropping into a grave seriousness.
Xavier merely offered a faint, polite smile, masking the cryptic gleam hidden deep within his purple-and-gold heterochromia eyes.
“I am certain, Father.
It is time for me to step out and serve this world.” On the day of the tournament, the colossal palace square was packed with tens of thousands of spectators and hundreds of muscular competitors clad in heavy armor.
The moment Xavier stepped into the arena arena, dressed in his sharp black noble coat and holding his silver blade, the stadium instantly erupted into waves of mocking laughter and cynical whispers.
“Hey, look over there!
Did the palace accidentally send a noble princess onto the battlefield?” a towering brute wielding a massive battle-axe mocked from a nearby bracket.
Xavier did not offer a single word in reply.
He stood tall and perfectly composed in the center of the stadium.
Right before his eyes, the system window—invisible to everyone else—snapped awake with glowing typography: *[Side Quest Triggered: Win the Palace Tournament Without Unleashing Void Authority.
Reward: Unlock Cosmic Spirit Weapon Phase 1.]* ‘Laugh all you want while you still have the breath to do so,’ Xavier thought, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his blade.
A sharp surge of counterfeit cosmic wind magic began to whistle violently around his boots.
The true grand showcase of the 98th Legendary Slayer was officially about to unfold.
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