Alex expected an ordinary room. Instead, he stepped into a vast chamber whose sheer scale stole his breath. The ceiling rose so high it disappeared into a haze of glowing mist and drifting embers, lost in shadow. Shelves lined the walls from floor to impossible heights, overflowing with magical artifacts—glowing crystals, enchanted weapons, humming devices whose purpose he could not guess. At the heart of the room stood a massive forge, its furnace blazing like a captive sun. Molten metal glowed within its depths, and the air trembled with heat and power, as if the room itself were alive.
Kane Lancestor was working runes burned and faded at her command, obedient as breath. Power moved through her with practiced ease—controlled, precise, dangerous. Then Kane notices Alex and Rey, and broke the spell. She straightened slowly and removed her glasses, the lenses flashing once with bound sigils before the spell broke and they went dark in her palm. Without them, her gaze was unrestrained—ancient, sharp, and luminous. Power gathered behind her eyes like a storm held on a single thought. The careful scholar vanished, replaced by the woman the world's deeper laws answered to. Her presence alone bent the light, and silence spread outward in a respectful arc.
" Welcome! Alex you came at the right time I just finished working on the swords for you"
Alex greeted Kane and followed her. Rey also followed them. Kane brings out two swords: a red sword and a black sword.
The black sword was forged from starless steel, its blade darker than midnight and smooth as still water. Light bent away from it, as though the weapon stood apart from the world itself. To behold it was to feel the weight of endings—silent, inevitable, eternal.
The red sword blazed with a crimson glow, as if its steel had been tempered in dragon fire. Veins of scarlet light coursed beneath the blade's surface, pulsing like a living heart. When drawn, the air around it shimmered with heat, and its edge sang softly—a hymn of war, glory, and ruin.
Kane asked Alex to choose which one he wanted because he wasn't strong enough to carry both.
Alex looks at both swords; he thought, "Red sword is looking stronger than Black sword but it feels like Black sword is calling for me." His attention is getting towards the Black sword again and again. So he picks up Black swords.
Kane explains about both swords.
The black sword drank the light around it, its blade deeper than shadow, as though forged from the absence of color itself. Within its surface, faint currents moved—embers flared and vanished, frost crawled and cracked, lightning whispered in thin silver veins, and tides of unseen wind rippled beneath the dark steel. It was not bound to one element, but to balance, bearing the memory of fire, water, earth, air, and forces older still. In its presence, magic did not rage—it obeyed.
The red sword never lay still. Its blade glowed like heated steel, veins of molten crimson running beneath the surface as if fire had been trapped and sharpened. Along its edge,the wind coiled in invisible spirals, howling softly with each movement, eager to be released. Threads of lightning crawled across the metal, flashing and vanishing in sharp, impatient bursts.
When it was drawn, heat rolled outward, the air splitting around it as thunder whispered through the hilt. Flame did not simply burn—it surged. Wind did not merely follow—it obeyed. Lightning struck without warning, quick as thought, devastating as judgment.
This was not a blade of patience or balance. It was speed, fury, and force given form—a weapon meant to end battles before they could begin. Where it passed, ash fell, the air screamed, and the world remembered the violence of the storm.
" It was a wise choices for now black sword is perfect for you."
Kane gave scabbard for the sword. "I hope this sword will be of help to you in your journey."
Alex thanked Kane and continued his search for items with Rey. He found a magical backpack. The backpack looked no different from an old traveler's pack—faded green canvas, frayed straps, and a brass clasp dulled by age. Yet when he lifted it, it weighed almost nothing, as if the air itself carried its burden.
Rey describes that the moment you set the pack on the ground, it stirred, loosened themselves, fabric rippled, and from its depths slid a tent already unfolding, poles snapping into place without a single guiding hand.
Alex was amazed, " This is awesome. I am definitely taking it with me."
After that, he got some others for his journey, and at the moment he was leaving, suddenly he noticed an armed shelve with guns and a pistol. He asked Rey about guns being magical.Rey replied "Yes, they are magical. They work on mana ones full charge allow thousand shots of round ."
Alex with his shocked reaction ." Really??...Can I have one."
"Do you know how to use."
"No. Taking just in case"
Rey laughed and said,sure why not.
Alex got the stuff he needed and arranged it for tomorrow. And goes to bed....
"So this all is really I am in another world just like the isekai genre."
" While reading and watching it was fun but now experience it sure not. "
" All the main character have system to help and define goal to achieve but here I am with nothing "
Alex's eyes were full of tears.
" Mom! Dad! I miss you . I want to go back to you"
While thinking about his parents, he fell asleep.
Long night passes.
At the agreed time, Alex was ready to leave. Old man after visiting the sparrows' statue came to the front of the residence where a carriage was waiting to accompany him outside the Maglonia Kingdom.
" Alex did you get all the things you needed "
Alex replied that he got all the things that he thought he might need during journey. He also mentioned that Rey and Kane also helped him.
As Alex was about ready to get in the carriage, the old man asked, "Did you say farewell to Nonki?"
Alex nodded his head in denial. "I can't make her cry anymore. And it's possible she might change her mind and say she will be going with us "
Old man smiled.
They are ready to leave and Alex opened the gate of carriage, inside it Nonki was sleeping with her backpack. She got up early and sneaked up into carriage.
Suddenly lightning strikes behind the Alex and from it Kane appears. She was looking for Nonki.
" My goodness she scared me to death and she was sleeping here peaceful"
Kane takes Nonki in her arms as she sleeps, and Kane said, "I have to put a tracking spell on you little miss"
Alex looks at Kane as she takes Nonki to her room.
"At least with Kane here I didn't have to worry about Nonki."
The carriage rolled through the capital as dawn crept in on pale feet. Hooves struck the cobbles with a muted, measured rhythm, and the wheels whispered like they feared to wake the city. Lanterns still glimmered along the avenues, their light paling beneath a sky that softened from black to silver.
Marble façades and high towers loomed in quiet majesty, stripped of their daytime clamor. Guards stood half-shadowed at the gates, breath misting in the cool air, while somewhere unseen a baker's fire was being coaxed to life. From behind the carriage glass, the city felt distant and ceremonial.
At the great gate of the kingdom, House Lancestor and the royal army formed a living corridor of steel. Alex and the old man stepped out of the carriage.
As Alex walked between the ranks, the soldiers moved as one, steel ringing against steel in a solemn salute that thundered through his bones.
His breath caught. Goosebumps rippled along his arms, and for a moment, he forgot how to walk. This wasn't just impressive—it was overwhelming. Every sound felt sharper, every color deeper, as if the world itself had decided to announce its presence all at once. He had never been looked at this way before, never been acknowledged so openly, so completely.
A thrill raced through him, hot and electric, tangled with disbelief. This is real, he told himself again and again, as though the thought might slip away if he didn't hold it tightly. No screen, no story, no half-remembered dream could have prepared him for the weight of ceremony—for the way history and power stood lined on either side of his path.
His heart pounded louder than the clashing steel. Part of him wanted to grin like a child; another part stood in stunned silence, aware that something inside him had shifted forever. This world was vast, alive, and watching him—and for the first time, Alex felt he had truly stepped beyond the limits of the life he once knew.
The old man's hand fell gently on Alex's shoulder, warm and steady. "Relax," he said, his voice calm but firm, grounding Alex amidst the clashing steel and the thrum of ceremony. The pressure was subtle, yet somehow it carried reassurance, a silent promise that Alex didn't have to carry the weight of this world alone. For the first time since stepping from the carriage, he drew a slow, steadying breath, letting the tension in his muscles ease just a fraction.
At the end of the border, Rey, Ley, and Commander Leon waited, their expressions a mix of pride and concern as they exchanged farewells. Alex could feel the tension and warmth in equal measure.Just as the last words were said, a new presence stirred the air. Kane appeared with Nonki.
Nonki ran toward Alex hugged and him tightly.
"Promise me! You will be come back as soon as possible "
Alex knelt down to Nonki, wiped her tears, and promised her.
Alex drew in a deep breath, letting the finality of the goodbyes and the liveliness of his new companions mingle inside him. The journey before him, full of dangers, wonders, and promises, and for the first time, he felt the thrill of stepping fully into a world he had only glimpsed before.