🧠Age 6 — Code and Candles
He sat cross-legged in his private study, the windows shuttered, the candlelight barely flickering.
Most boys his age were still practicing sword stances or chanting Cleanse spells under their tutors' watchful eyes.
Achilles?
He was finalizing a framework.
One built from instinct, memory, and the raw logic of his past life.
> System Core Module: Activated.
Mana Parser: Stable.
Rewrite Layer: Beta → Stable.
Firewall Protocol: v1.0 Ready.
➤ Welcome back, Achilles.
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đź”’ Firewall Protocol
The moment he began casting without chants, the world noticed—even if subtly.
Whispers. Passive scans. A few glances that lingered too long.
He didn't need their validation—but he couldn't afford their attention.
So he wrote it.
A protective shell. A data-smudging defense.
> Firewall_Protocol:
Suppress arcane signature
Nullify traceable aura spikes
Reflect passive scry attempts
Inject static data into tracking wards
He tested it that very evening—deliberately stepping through one of the estate's warded doorframes.
The detection glyph blinked… then reset.
No alarm. No alert.
> Perfect.
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🏷 Entity Tagging
Now came the next feature.
He'd observed other noble children. Their strengths. Their talents. Their ambitions.
And now, he would tag them.
> Entity: Lira
â–¸ Role: Support
▸ Magic Type: Water → Healing Subtype
â–¸ Threat Level: Low
â–¸ Behavior Pattern: Loyal, Observant
> Entity: Rian Fenner
â–¸ Role: Duelist
â–¸ Magic Type: Fire, Wind
â–¸ Threat Level: Moderate
â–¸ Behavior Pattern: Aggressive, Predictable
> Entity: Vellian Aldren
â–¸ Role: Political Node
â–¸ Class: Diplomat (with Combat Proficiency)
â–¸ Threat Level: Unknown
â–¸ Behavior Pattern: Smiles too often.
He smiled to himself.
> If they view me as a piece on the board… I'll play as the observer.
And if needed—he would rewrite the board entirely.
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📡 Passive Scan Map
Finally, the system projected a real-time overview of the estate around him.
Not in perfect detail. Not yet.
But enough:
Warm bodies in the east wing.
A patrolling mage scribe walking in circles—chanting a spell he didn't fully understand.
One observer in the tower who hadn't moved in four hours.
> Trace Tag: Silas(?)
Cloaked. Observation magic. Royal-tier masking.
Firewall: Holding.
> So they're still watching me.
He smiled again.
> "Let them."
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âś… System v1.0: Fully Operational
He stood, stretched, and opened his notebook.
On the inside cover, he drew the first emblem of his interface—a circle fractured with lines, like a spellwheel broken and reassembled.
Under it, he wrote:
> I don't need the gods of this world.
I just need a root-access mind, and time.
And time… was on his side.