Heir of Synthesis: The World Mage

Seven days passed quickly, with Priam completely immersed in that ocean of knowledge. The creation of the Creation Seed and the initial manipulation of the Creation Rune were, in fact, terribly complex processes.

Until a gentle fluctuation of energy woke him from his meditation.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Mirra calling for him. Right behind her, Dandara approached to inform him that an important visitor required his immediate presence.

Priam nodded and walked out of the cave.

”Central Elder.”

The influential master forger had come personally. Upon hearing Priam pronounce his title, Dandara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. That man had come personally, and she had sworn he was just a worker.

”Hehe, I finally finished! Look!” the man said, laughing excitedly before handing Priam a spatial ring.

When he inspected the inside of the ring, Priam found two pairs of earrings.

They looked simple at first glance, but were refined and had a mesmerizing shine. Both pairs had a brownish tone, with something resembling a whitish crystal standing out in the center.

One pair had a beautiful diamond shape, while the other had been carved into an elegant prism. In fact, everything was made from the same metal: the clear, crystal-like part was the metal itself, condensed by overwhelming spatial power.

Priam nodded, deeply satisfied.

His mother had never been a fan of extravagant jewelry, preferring discretion — a trait he shared himself. Even without knowing how his sisters had changed after becoming adults, he believed they wouldn’t be much different.

Those earrings were beautiful, discreet, and incredibly precious.

”Thank you very much,” Priam said gratefully.

The old forger smiled and handed him a second spatial ring.

”The Elder Leader of the branch asked me to give you this. She had to rush to the main sect to attend a meeting — courtesy of the chaos you caused. When she returns, she’ll bring the copies of the main techniques from the other branches, just like you asked.”

Priam examined the contents. Inside were three special energy crystals, designed to power the Flying Boat.

One of them contained the direct coordinates to the interior of the branch. Priam had been granted an unprecedented privilege: authorization to cross the barrier and land his Flying Boat directly inside the sect’s territory.

Because of the risk of Sorcerer spies intercepting it and obtaining access that way, even the Elders weren’t granted such permission.

The Central Elder spoke directly. ”I’m leaving now. I want to focus on researching those other two metals. It might take me a while to discover their origins; it’ll depend on my luck. As soon as I’m certain about anything, I’ll come find you.”

”Once you discover the truth about them, I’ll certainly ask you to forge something for me,” Priam replied, saying exactly what the old man wanted to hear. The Elder’s eyes immediately lit up; forging unique and mysterious items was the greatest passion of his life.

Without wasting any time, the man tore open the void and disappeared completely.

Priam took a deep breath and turned toward Dandara.

”I’ll leave immediately. Tell Shione, Lumiere, and Flaris that I’ll be bringing our clan.”

Dandara promptly nodded.

With a gentle gesture, Priam took out his Flying Boat, the same one he had received as a gift from the Elder Leader.

Thanks to the special crystals he had just received, he could travel directly to the mortal plane without having to go to another planet first.

As he jumped onto the deck, he inserted the energy crystal into the vessel’s core.

Mirra appeared on his shoulder. She looked slightly nervous, rubbing her hands together nonstop.

”The sisters... they must have grown a lot, right?”

Priam nodded. They were young adults now, and the anticipation of seeing them again made even his heart race.

Within seconds, the Flying Boat tore through the skies, disappearing into the cosmic horizon.

***

On one of the most influential and prestigious planets in the mortal plane of that universe — where the richest and most powerful figures lived in absolute opulence and security — a massive commotion was taking place in its capital.

Countless Flying Boats cut through the clouds at every moment, while endless crowds paid exorbitant fees to pass through the gates of the metropolis.

It was an unusual day. The mass of visitors hadn’t come to negotiate or shop at the local markets, but to witness a grand spectacle:

The final battle, in which the planet’s most gifted young Mage would have the unique opportunity to become a disciple of the respected Elder Frizza.

At the top of a colossal mountain located in the heart of the capital, the peak had been completely flattened to make room for a gigantic arena, covered in glowing magical inscriptions.

Bright, colorful lights filled the sky above, painting the heavens with fascinating shades. Hundreds of thousands of people packed the stands, talking in an electric atmosphere of anticipation.

Elder Frizza was a legendary figure on the planet, famous throughout the mortal plane.

She was a Mage Master who had served for millennia in an elite sect in the Divine Plane, in the prestigious Northern Region, eventually reaching the position of a minor Elder.

She had never had children, and after severing ties with her own race in the mortal plane due to disagreements in the past, she had decided to spend the final years of her life in isolation, enjoying her old age in the mortal plane.

However, as she felt the weight of time drawing closer to its end, she realized that her journey lacked an heir to her knowledge. She then decided to accept a single disciple.

Using her old connections, she would send her chosen disciple directly to the Divine Plane in her name.

On that planet, although most of the great races were absurdly wealthy, very few had direct access to the dominant sects of the Divine Plane — especially one with such prestige in the Northern Region.

Because of this, an unprecedented commotion had swept through the younger generation. All the young Mages yearned for victory, even those whose clans already had alliances with other sects; after all, the sect this Elder belonged to was a thousand times better.

There were a little less than seven months left until the next recruitment cycle of the great sects. For Frizza, that short deadline was perfect: she would pass some of her secret techniques on to her disciple, teach them the methods necessary to pass, and finally be able to rest in peace knowing that her legacy wouldn’t die with her.

Within a few hours, the arena was completely packed.

Hundreds of thousands of people were waiting at the venue, excitedly discussing the finalists — genuinely terrifying prodigies.

In the upper stands, luxurious private boxes housed representatives of the noblest races in the mortal plane.

In a regular section of the coliseum, two young Mages were talking excitedly:

”I can’t believe I managed to buy tickets in time!”

”Don’t even get me started!” the companion beside him grinned from ear to ear. ”The competition for these seats was insane!”

”Yeah! The two divine twins are perfect women... If I could marry one of them, I swear I’d...” the first young man murmured, his eyes shining with fascination.

”Keep dreaming!” the other guy beside him mocked. ”Lady Meien and Lady Suien are the heirs of the richest family on this entire planet. Besides, there are rumors that this family has dozens of active members in a major sect of the Divine Plane.”

The first one argued back. ”Those are just rumors! If they had connections like that, why would they be living here in the mortal plane?”

”Who knows? Maybe they’re just young women who were recently recruited,” the second shrugged.

”The fact is, when they turned 15 and reached adulthood, geniuses and heirs from the greatest clans in the mortal plane paid fortunes to come to this planet in an attempt to win them over. They didn’t give them the slightest bit of attention. In fact... some idiots tried to keep insisting and ended up getting brutally beaten within seconds! They didn’t even have a chance to react. Whether it’s beauty or talent, both of them are simply on an unreachable level in the mortal plane!”

Conversations like that were happening all over the arena. The audience could talk about nothing but the legendary twins.

And, in the middle of the crowd, just a few steps away from those two young men, stood a short, skinny young man.

While the spectators discussed everything fervently, Priam listened to it all and let out a wide, meaningful smile.

He had barely stepped onto the planet, and he’d already been bombarded with rumors about his own sisters. That’s why he hadn’t hesitated to pay the entrance fee to watch the fight.

He waited patiently until, minutes later...

”THEY’RE HERE!!”

Deafening cheers of excitement erupted throughout the coliseum. At the two ends of the martial stage, two female figures emerged.

Before the dazzled eyes of the crowd, reality itself seemed to bend to make way for their beauty.

They were two elven twins — looking as though they’d stepped straight out of a magical dream — with charming pointed ears, long silver hair, and an aura that perfectly balanced the sacred and the sinful.

Both had a delicate height of exactly 1.60 meters. Their faces and body contours were ninety-nine percent identical, sculpted with an almost unreal perfection. The only visible physical difference was the color of their eyes.

Still, a single glance was enough to tell that their personalities were quite different.

On the left walked audacity in the form of a woman. Her eyes gleamed with an intense, hypnotic ruby-red, burning with latent power. She wore a daring red top that revealed a pronounced lower neckline and left her waist and abdomen completely exposed, paired with a flowing white skirt.

Her presence radiated palpable heat that made the air vibrate around her. In her hands, she held a staff of dark, twisted wood, crowned by an orb that pulsed like a burning heart. Any man who looked at her felt a primitive impulse of fascination — a dangerous and uncontrollable magnetism.

On the right advanced her sister.

Her eyes were jewels of deep emerald green. She wore a fitted, impeccable black high-neck dress that outlined her feminine figure with hypnotic precision. Its elegant cut left her arms bare and revealed slender, pale legs, making the audience’s blood boil with every step.

She held a long staff whose crystal at the tip gave off a shifting, multicolored glow. Her aura was soft, refreshing, and captivating, drawing everyone’s attention inescapably.

Emerald-green body markings gently wound around both girls’ arms and legs, radiating the serene energy of nature itself.

Two angelic beauties with identical faces and bodies, yet dressed in radically different styles and carrying completely different temperaments.

They slowly walked toward the center of the arena, maintaining cold, emotionless expressions.

The two exchanged glances across the air, sustaining such a dense tension that it seemed to suggest only one of them would walk away alive from that stage today.