The sound of the crackling fire had woken the five-year-old kid. The smoke was already thick and his surroundings were bright red-orange. The boy covered his mouth as he coughed. The smoke made it hard for him to breathe. He heard his mother called for him so he dragged his tiny body out of the bed. The room was so hot and the smoke burned his eyes, yet he still continued to move outside his room and go to his worried mother. He followed the direction of the voice and found his mother's room. Despite the burning pain, he turned the knob. He saw his mother lying on the floor, some of her skin was burned but what brought terror to him was the dagger pierced in his mother's body. "Mother!" "Dio!" Dio immediately opened his eyes and saw his grandfather's worried expression. "Gramps, mother is. . ." Dio h

It was a fine morning. Archie saw his one-and-a-half-meter tall grandson picking up herbs from their backyard. The boy's mint-colored hair fluttered with the wind as he hummed. "Dio." The boy's face turned toward him which revealed his gray hazel eyes. "Yes, Gramps?" "Let's eat." He smiled as he watched his grandson nod his head cheerfully. "Oh!" Dio said as he turned to face Archie. "Mr. Marcus Stannard said that he would prepare a contract for us to supply tea leaves for him." Archie nodded his head in response to Dio's information. "That will be great. Will you do the deliveries?" Dio smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Archie went to the dining area while listening to Dio's blabbering. He was somewhat relieved that Dio still had this side of him despite being exposed to the juvenile atmosphere of south city. "Gramps?" Dio hesitated as he sat across Archie. "What is it?" He saw Dio's pupils shook as he looked aw

While Dio was on an adventure with Matt, Archie was preparing something. He was putting the gold bars he collected for more than eight years into a spatial bag. Then he moved to the medicine cabinet and moved the highest quality magic and health potions as well. After putting a couple more items necessary for survival he then entered his room and opened a hidden door under his bed. He opened a chest full of magic crystals and lastly, he took a twin dagger hidden in the chest and moved them all to the bag. He opened his space ring and put the bag in there with a sigh. “This should be enough,” he mumbled as he put the ring on his pinky finger. He went back to the store when he heard a sudden knock. “I hope you’re ready.” “I’ve been waiting for you.” Archie let out a dark smile. “Dio!” Matt called out to the kid who was suddenly attacked by a canis. They were just a few meters away from the heart of the forest when a pack of canis attacked them.

Dio opened his eyes and he saw the dark sky above him. He looked around and realized that he was still in the alley where the boys left him. He touched his side and felt disappointed when he felt the dried blood but the stab wound was completely healed. His restoration ability was something that he inherited from his mother. It would be hard to kill him unless his heart or brain was crushed or he suffered from too much blood loss that his restoration wouldn’t be able to keep up. Though they can heal and regenerate, they could still feel the pain. “What a lousy bunch. They couldn’t even do a good job of killing me,” he mumbled as he stood up. His stomach grumbled when he smelled the aroma of grilled meat just right outside the alley. He sighed before moving his feet and walked towards the store. “2 chicken skewers, please.” He took out 4 copper coins from his space ring and gave it to the vendor. The vendor gave him his order and he went on his way. Once again

After jumping off the tree, Dio followed the direction of the voice until she saw a lady who seemed to be the same age as him. She was slowly dragging herself backward as the basilisk in front of her slowly moved forward. “Help me… Help me… Help me…” The girl continued to mumble. Dio stared at the girl who was no less than a noble. Her ripped dress looked like something that was used to be on display at the capital’s boutiques, her fair white skin which was touched with shallow cuts probably caused by the branches when she ran, and her red hair with a gray hue signified that she was indeed a noble lady. He shook his head when she saw how the lady’s body trembled in fear but still managed to contain it in front of an S-class beast before he stepped out to show himself. “Excuse me,” he said to catch the attention of the lady as well as the basilisk. The lady probably noticed him since his voice was loud enough to resonate in the area. Her e