Amon, The Legendary Overlord

With the arrival of dawn, a soft beam of light pierced through the window, illuminating Amon's room. Still wrapped in drowsiness, he slowly opened his eyes, but instead of the usual comfort, a feeling of helplessness enveloped him.

His eyes searched for the familiar silhouette of Ariel beside him, yet they found only crumpled sheets and an emptiness that felt deeper than a mere physical absence. A heavy sigh laden with longing escaped his lips.

Meanwhile, the first rays of sunlight lit Ariel's path across the university campus. Her steps, once firm and determined, now carried a subtle hesitation. The wind played with her hair, bringing with it the freshness of morning and the scent of jasmines, but for Ariel, it also carried memories of the previous night.

She had told herself that the night was all she had desired, a pause, a fleeting detour from her plans. But the echo of loneliness she felt, even after such a short period of separation, was unsettling. Pausing for a moment, she lifted her gaze, allowing her eyes to get lost in the vast blue expanse of the sky, as if seeking answers.

A deep and contemplative sigh escaped her lips; the reality was that feelings didn't bow to logic, and what she felt for Amon wouldn't easily be forgotten.

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Within the serene silence of his room, Amon found himself deeply engrossed in concentration. Resting between his hands was a lightning genetic core, shimmering with pulsing energy. As he initiated the spell "Furious Lightning Breath", subtle rays danced around the core, and an electric hum filled the air. Though his proficiency with this spell was remarkable, Amon aimed for excellence, and each meditation session was a step in that direction. However, even without reaching its perfect form, the power of the spell was already impressive.

As the minutes unfolded, the level 2 genetic core began to fade, disintegrating into a mist of energy that dissipated into the air. Sensing the end of his practice, Amon gracefully rose, reaching for a carefully chosen set of clothes before heading to the bathroom.

Emerging from the bath, the transformation in Amon was apparent. His black hair, still slightly damp, fell seductively over his forehead, framing those honey-colored eyes that seemed to hold countless tales. His choice of attire revealed his attention to detail: a pristine white shirt contrasted with a dark blazer, the linen trousers dressed him comfortably, and the leather shoes gleamed with polish.

With an upright and confident posture, Amon left the apartment, pausing briefly to ensure the door was securely locked, the gleam of the keys reflecting his meticulousness.

Reaching the ground floor, the radiant figure of Julia awaited him, an aura of anticipation surrounding her. "You won't believe it! My birthday is almost here!" she exclaimed, her voice's effusive tone revealing her excitement.

Amon, with a gentle and captivating smile, held Julia's hand, gently bringing it to his lips. "I promise we'll be together to make this day unforgettable," he whispered, making Julia's heart race in response.

Along the bustling sidewalks, Amon and Julia moved forward, their fingers intertwined in a silent dance of complicity. The golden sunlight played on their hair, and the world around them seemed to fade as both moved in perfect harmony.

In this setting, the unmistakable figure of Maisa emerged, her gaze of disbelief fixated on the couple.

The surprise was swiftly replaced by a mischievous expression, a slight pout forming on her lips, a clear sign of her mock indignation. With determined steps, she approached, exclaiming dramatically, "You two dared to leave me behind!"

And, before any response could be given, she had already seized Amon's free hand, integrating herself into the pair as if she had always belonged to that moment.

As they moved forward, the trio's presence did not go unnoticed. Curious, envious, and admiring glances converged upon them, as if they were watching a live street performance.

Whispers spread like a breeze, the curiosity of passersby heightened by the rumors that circulated. Many murmured about Amon's feat, whose ascent to the coveted level 3 of the Innate rank had become legendary at the university. And, with each step they took, the trio, and especially Amon, solidified their status as near-celebrity figures in that setting.

The increasing wave of stares on the trio did not escape Maisa's notice, who commented with a sly smile, "It seems we're becoming the center of attention." She clearly relished the attention, striking a theatrical pose, savoring every second of that fleeting fame.

On the other hand, Julia cast a thoughtful look at the crowd, her expression calm and firm. "I admit it's a bit uncomfortable to be the focus of so many eyes, but I can handle it."

Maisa, with an ironic touch, retorted, "We're not celebrities, after all. I don't expect someone to come running asking for an autograph or something." No sooner had she finished speaking, a delicate hand landed on her shoulder.

Julia raised an eyebrow, thinking sarcastically, "Should have kept quiet."

The hand's owner was a diminutive young woman with an expression so sweet and timid, she almost resembled a doll. Both women were speechless, exchanging surprised glances.

The young woman, sensing the awkwardness, quickly explained in a soft and kind voice, "Sorry to interrupt, but you dropped this." In her hand was Maisa's student ID.

Gratitude and a hint of embarrassment colored Maisa's face. "Ah, thank you so much." She laughed, taking the ID back.

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, the girl replied with a suddenly playful tone, "It's nothing, don't worry!" And, with a graceful wave, she moved away.

The sudden shift in the young woman left Maisa somewhat perplexed, but before she could reflect, Julia, with an inquisitive look, asked, "Why don't you store that in the spatial compartment of your watch?"

Maisa's eyes widened, touching the watch on her wrist. "Ah, I completely forgot about that." Her expression turned frustrated, and her face took on a reddish hue.

Amon, observing the scene, couldn't contain a soft laugh, exacerbating Maisa's embarrassment.

She muttered something incomprehensible, but without wasting any more time, stored her ID in the special compartment of her watch, ensuring it wouldn't be lost again.