In the 21st century, where magic and modernity coexisted in uneasy harmony, the prestigious Callus Family stood tall among Hunter bloodlines. For generations, their name had been synonymous with strength, honor, and victory. Their ancestors slew vampire lords, shattered covens, and defended humanity through countless ages.

  Born into this legacy was Kevlar Callus, a child hailed as the “Golden Star” of the family. From the moment he could walk, the elders whispered of his destined greatness. His parents, revered Hunter elites, showered him with affection, pride, and every privilege imaginable. It was said that his very aura shimmered with potential — that his spirit burned bright enough to rival even the greatest Hunter of old.

  When Kevlar turned ten, the Rite of Awakening arrived — an ancient ceremony performed by every Callus descendant to measure their mana and potential. The grand hall was filled with nobles, Hunters, and seers, all gathered to witness the future of the Callus name.

  The results were beyond comprehension.

  Kevlar’s potential reading broke the measuring crystal — its light surging beyond the limit, climbing endlessly. The crowd gasped in awe. But then came the second reading — the test of mana capacity, the lifeblood of a Hunter’s strength.

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  And in that moment… everything shattered.

  His mana level registered 150.

  Below average.

  Unworthy.

  Silence filled the chamber. The once-bright faces of his parents darkened into disbelief — then disappointment. The elders exchanged uneasy glances. Whispers turned to scorn. In the eyes of the Callus Family, Kevlar’s brilliance had turned to ash.

  From that day forth, the love that once surrounded him vanished. His parents redirected their affection to his elder brother, Lucien Callus, whose mana reading of 2000 was hailed as a divine blessing — the power of a veteran Hunter in the body of a child. Kevlar, the golden child, became a ghost within his own home.

  Ignored.

  Forgotten.

  Unwanted.

  He came to understand the cruel truth of the Callus legacy — that love in this family was conditional, given only to those who could bring glory and prestige. To them, he was no longer a son, but a failed investment. Not even his mother spared him a glance after that day.

  At ten years old, Kevlar learned that blood ties meant nothing in a world where power defined worth.

  But the world had not yet seen what fate had planned for him.

  For deep within his frail mana — hidden beneath layers of rejection and despair — something ancient stirred… something not quite human.