Orion and the Primordial System

Over the next few days, Orion walked through the city as a mere observer, fascinated by the combination of advanced technology and spiritual cultivation that permeated every aspect of local life. The city pulsed with a lively energy; metallic buildings and ancient monuments shared the same space, reflecting a history of tradition and progress. Orion went unnoticed among the people, his black and red kimono standing out just enough for him to be noticed but not questioned.

He stopped in the squares, observed the vibrant markets where rare items and spiritual relics were traded, and meditated in the hanging gardens, surrounded by exotic plants and crystal-clear fountains that emanated a faint spiritual aura. As he wandered, he felt something peculiar. An almost fickle but powerful energy, like a flame that insisted on shining even in the midst of adversity. Guided by this feeling, he approached the simplest part of the city, where young cultivators trained and lived under modest conditions.

It was there, in one of the most isolated training fields, that Orion saw a young man wielding a sword. His simple clothes and concentrated expression contrasted with the gleam of determination in his eyes. The boy, who must have been around eleven years old, was striking blows in the tireless repetition of a basic training, each movement bearing the weight of years of practice and persistence. Although his spiritual cultivation was far from advanced, there was something powerful in his presence, an innate strength that caught Orion's attention.

The boy paused to breathe, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he watched the horizon with a distant gaze, but one filled with a pain that should not belong to someone so young. At that moment, the murmurs of other young masters echoed through the field, catching Orion's attention. He noticed that the boy was the target of laughter and mockery from the other young masters, sons of powerful clans and heirs to empires, who clearly saw no merit in the boy's efforts.

"So, Icarus," said one of the young men, laughing disdainfully, "do you think that with just this mediocre training you'll get anywhere? You're still stuck at the basic level... pathetic!"

Icarus lowered his head, but his fist gripped the sword even more firmly. He didn't answer, but the fire in his eyes grew, fueled by the humiliation he suffered.

Orion, watching the scene, felt a mixture of admiration and compassion. Approaching silently, he saw the spiritual glow around Icarus, a spark that resisted, even with all the obstacles.

When the young man finally noticed Orion's presence, he stopped for a moment, staring at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. There was something about Orion's figure, perhaps his serenity or his ancient aura, that made Icarus feel intrigued but also comfortable.

Orion smiled slightly. "Your sword is accurate, but you carry too much weight in each strike," he said, his voice calm but filled with an unusual wisdom.

Icarus stared at him for a moment, not knowing exactly how to respond. "Who... who are you?"

"Someone who sees value where others only see weakness," Orion replied, with an enigmatic look. He then lowered himself to Icarus's height, his expression one of mild curiosity. "Tell me, Icarus, why do you continue? Why do you persist, even with everything against you?"

The boy hesitated, but seeing the sincerity in Orion's eyes, he answered, his voice low but firm. "I... have nothing. And no one to support me. But I have my efforts, and I know that if I give up, no one will do it for me."

Orion nodded, satisfied with the answer. "That is the spirit that few have, Icarus. But there is more to you than willpower. You have something that even the greatest masters seek in vain: a true connection with their own essence."

With a gentle nod, he extended his hand over Icarus, releasing a light wave of energy that revitalized the boy. "This is just a reminder that the potential is within you. But remember, the path is yours, and the achievements will come from your own effort."

Icarus felt an invigorating energy fill him, healing the internal wounds that had tormented him for so long. In his eyes, Orion saw a new glow, and there he realized that the destiny of that boy could be great.

Orion watched as Icarus was still processing the energy flowing through him, the pain and fatigue gradually fading away. The boy looked at his hands, feeling a vitality he hadn't felt in years. A mix of amazement and gratitude passed across his face as he looked at Orion, almost speechless.

Orion smiled slightly. "You possess a fire that many of the greatest warriors in the multiverse strive for, Icarus. Resilience and true determination. It's a difficult path, but you're not alone in it."

Icarus shook his head, the glow in his eyes now firmer. "I've always felt… like I was destined to fail, like something inside me was broken. But you… made me believe there was more to me."

Orion nodded, thinking of how he could further help the boy unlock his true potential. He held out his hand and a bright glow began to emerge. From the void between his fingers, an ethereal sword took shape, as if made of light and stars, every detail carved with precision and elegance. The blade emanated a celestial aura, pulsing with a soft but immensely powerful energy.

"This is the Celestial Sword Astraeus," Orion said, handing it to Icarus with an almost solemn bow. "It carries part of the essence of the cosmos itself and responds only to those who have an unshakable strength within them. Use it well, Icarus. This sword will be an extension of your soul, and with it, you will be able to find the path you so seek."

Icarus received the sword with a mixture of emotion and reverence, feeling an immediate connection with the weapon in his hands. Energy flowed through him, and the weight of the sword seemed to fit perfectly against his body, as if it had been made for him. Eyes shining with renewed determination, he bowed his head in respect to Orion.

Orion watched the boy approvingly and, with a simple gesture, activated the RPG status system he remembered from his childhood games in Celestia, which he had created for Icarus, making it visible to him.

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Status:

Name: Icarus

Age: 11 years/100 years

Title: Beginner Sky Swordsman

Cultivation: EEE—Sub 7 (Mortal)

Dao: Sword Dao (Entry-beginner)

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Attributes

HP (Health): 2,500

MP (Spiritual Mana): 1,500

Strength: 100

Agility: 97

Stamina: 100

Intelligence: 98

Wisdom: 100

Charisma: 90

Luck: 10,005

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Skills

1. Astraeus Heavenly Sword: A sword made of cosmic energy, that increases the user's spiritual and physical power. Grants bonuses to attacks and increases reaction speed.

2. Star Strike: A strike that channels celestial energy through the sword, increasing attack damage by 30%. Has a short cooldown.

3. Sidereal Dodge: Icarus can temporarily manipulate the space around him, allowing him to nearly instantly dodge nearby attacks.

4. Strength of Resilience: Icarus' determination grants him a passive ability, increasing his resistance against spiritual and physical attacks by 20% whenever he has less than 30% HP.

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Equipment

Astraeus Celestial Sword: A celestial blade, increasing Strength by 50 points and Agility by 30 points while equipped.

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Attribute Descriptions:

HP: The amount of health Icarus has.

MP: Mana points for spiritual energy skills.

Strength: The physical capacity and power of your blows.

Agility: Speed ​​and precision of movement.

Endurance: Physical resilience against attacks.

Intelligence: Influences the amount and control of mana.

Wisdom: Spiritual control and mental resistance.

Charisma: Social influence and leadership.

Luck: Increases the chances of critical hits and success in unpredictable events.

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Orion finished displaying the details, noticing Icarus's gaze fixed on the information. The boy seemed to absorb every aspect of the status system with curiosity and enthusiasm, feeling more connected to his own potential.

"This... is unbelievable," Icarus murmured. "With this sword, I feel like I can go further than I ever imagined."

Orion smiled, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Remember, Icarus: true power comes from the spirit. The sword is a tool, but it is your heart that will guide it. Keep moving forward, and the universe will answer your call."