Kean was born into the strongest village of the 7 Realms—but not as a warrior, not as a prodigy, not as anyone worth remembering.

He had no father. His mother fell into a coma when he was just a toddler. Raised by silence and ignored by everyone, Kean grew up invisible. Weak. Forgotten. But inside him slept two things: a devil sealed deep in his soul… and an eye power the world had never seen before.

As Kean begins his journey to be noticed, he unlocks layer after layer of a power hidden even from legends. He’s mocked for his strange fighting style, Aura Farming, but it soon becomes a symbol of fear. His fights aren't just physical—they’re emotional, psychological, and personal. Each battle shapes him.

He starts to hear the devil within, forming a dangerous bond that both helps and haunts him. Just as he rises to lead the fight against a terrifying Voidborn threat that unites all 7 Realms, he suffers the ultimate loss—his mother dies in front of him.

In that moment, Kean unlocks the 5th level of his eye—something no one believed could exist. A power so perfect, it doesn't harm the user. He becomes unstoppable.

But after defeating the Voidborn, he learns the painful truth: the Council of Nine, the creators of his village and so-called protectors, were never on his side. They knew everything. His past, his curse, his father’s death.

Betrayed and burning with fury, Kean hunts them down—one by one. Brutally. No mercy. No speeches. Just justice.

And when the blood settles, Kean does not claim a throne. He creates a new council. A council that stands not on power or fear—but purpose.

He names it after the only thing he ever came from.

Nothing.

The voice echoed across the golden fields.


Kean stood in the middle of the crop lines, holding a pitchfork, completely still. A single straw hat tilted over his eyes, and a light breeze ruffled his old shirt.


The field's southern edge was covered in blue glow — tiny, spark-like fireflies circling over the soil like a natural aura.


And in the middle of that glow was a small group of villagers staring in awe.


"The crops near him are twice as tall."


"No, you can't eat that corner. That's council grain," he whispered.


Then, as if to mock him, pooped right on the sprouted crop.


"This is why we can't have nice things."


Behind him, three kids peeked from the fence.


"I heard he made a tree cry yesterday."


"No no — my uncle said his feet don't touch the ground when he's serious!"


"Aura farming, they said.Simple boy, they said.That boy grows food like he's making potions."


Suddenly, the wind picked up — and all the leaves in a 20-foot radius bent inward, facing Kean.


Beru the goat sneezed.A blue sparkle shot out.


"H-hey Kean… you free tomorrow? We've got a… seed situation."


Behind him, two teenage girls watched from a distance.


"He's kind of scary now... but in a cool way."


"He has this aura like he could hug you or burn you alive."


Back in the council house, old records were being re-read.


"I told you. Only one person in recorded history had that kind of farming aura flow."


"The Realmroot Monk. The first cultivator of life-fire.But he died 800 years ago."


Kean sat under a tree, sipping cold herbal water.


Beru lay beside him, chewing lazily on someone else's documents.


From afar, villagers watched him — still unsure what he was becoming.


Kean was no longer just "that boy with the sleeping mother."


Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Moment