NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Awakening of system
In a dimly lit room tucked away within the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, an unassuming young wizard named Arlen Blackthorn sat hunched over an ancient tome. His family, once a modest half-blood lineage, had spent generations blending into the fabric of the wizarding world. While the Blackthorns were known for their quiet existence, Arlen had always felt the pull of something greater—a yearning for power and a legacy that his ancestors had forsaken. Unlike his peers, who accepted their place in the world, Arlen's mind craved more. He longed for mastery over the arcane, for control, for the strength that would allow him to reshape history itself.
On his fifteenth birthday, as the clock struck midnight, something stirred within Arlen—a pulse in the air, an electric charge that tingled across his skin. His heart pounded in his chest as an unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind:
"System activation complete. Welcome, Arlen Blackthorn. Shall we begin?"
Arlen's gaze darted around the room, searching for the source of the voice. It was neither familiar nor human. But there, in the darkness of the room, no one appeared. He blinked, unsure of what to make of this sudden intrusion. But the voice, calm and unyielding, continued:
"Your potential has been unlocked. The path to greatness is now open. Shall we proceed?"
Confusion flickered in his mind, but beneath it, a flicker of excitement ignited. Was this a dream? Was this magic beyond anything the wizarding world had ever seen? Without fully understanding, Arlen replied, his voice trembling with both fear and anticipation, "Yes. Let's begin."
As soon as he spoke, the air around him seemed to shift, and a translucent interface materialized before him. It glowed faintly, its edges shimmering in the dim light. Text appeared in the air, as if written by some unseen force:
Summoning Module: Available
Objective: Elevate the Blackthorn Family to Dominance
First Task: Summon a warlock from the Magus World.
Arlen's breath caught in his throat. A warlock from the Magus World? He had heard whispers of the realm—the Magus World, a place where powerful beings dwelled, wielding unimaginable magic. But he had never imagined that such a being could be summoned by someone as young and unremarkable as himself. His pulse quickened. This was his chance.
With the words of the system echoing in his mind, Arlen began the incantation. His hands trembled as he wove the magic, his fingers moving with purpose despite the uncertainty. The room around him seemed to bend and twist, as though the very fabric of reality itself was shifting. A vortex of arcane energy opened before him, a swirling maelstrom of power unlike anything he had ever felt. Arlen stepped back, awe-struck and slightly fearful of the force he was about to invoke.
From within the swirling vortex, a figure emerged—a towering silhouette of dark energy. The figure stepped forward into the dim light, revealing itself as a tall, imposing warlock. His presence was suffused with an air of ancient power, and Arlen could feel the weight of countless spells, rites, and enchantments bound into the very essence of the man.
The warlock's robes shimmered with arcane runes, glowing faintly with the light of distant stars. His eyes, though human in shape, radiated a penetrating, otherworldly intelligence. His features were sharp, his expression stern and unreadable.
"Master Blackthorn," the warlock's voice rumbled, deep and resonant, as if the very earth shook with his words. "I am Orenthus, a warlock of the Magus World. You summoned me. How may I serve you?"
Arlen stood frozen for a moment, his heart racing. This was not the fleeting apparition of some weak conjured spirit. This was a being of incredible power, a creature who existed beyond the boundaries of his world. Arlen's mind raced. He had heard of beings like Orenthus—legendary figures who wielded magic that could alter the very laws of nature. And now, one of them stood before him, awaiting his command.
Arlen's voice faltered at first, but he quickly regained his composure. "I seek power. I seek to elevate my family. My name—Blackthorn—will be known. It will be feared. Together, we will rise."
Orenthus's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Power is a dangerous thing, Master Blackthorn. But I can see it in you—a hunger for more than what the world offers. I will aid you. Your vision aligns with the ambitions of those who have walked the paths of power before you."
Arlen nodded, feeling the weight of Orenthus's words. This warlock, summoned from a realm far beyond his own, could help him achieve what no Blackthorn before him had ever dared to dream. The Blackthorn name would no longer be synonymous with mediocrity. It would be spoken with reverence, with fear. Arlen would make sure of that.
He spent the rest of the night speaking with Orenthus, learning about his magic and the hidden secrets of the Magus World. The warlock was a font of knowledge, each word carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom. He spoke of forbidden spells, ancient rituals, and the untapped reservoirs of power that Arlen could access. Arlen's eyes gleamed with a burning determination as he listened, each piece of knowledge feeding his growing desire for mastery.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Arlen knew one thing for certain: his life had irrevocably changed. He had awakened something within himself—something that would propel him to the forefront of the wizarding world. He would no longer be just a Blackthorn. He would become a force to be reckoned with. His legacy would be one of domination, and no one would stand in his way.
Arlen's journey was only beginning, and the world had no idea what was coming. But when the time came, the name Blackthorn would echo through the halls of power, feared and respected by all. And at the heart of it all would be Arlen Blackthorn, master of the ancient magics, standing with the warlock Orenthus by his side.
The path to greatness had begun.