Luke has always been grateful to the tribe that took him in, even if he knows that the other party raised him with some kind of strong purpose, hoping that he can always be the protector of this small tribe.

Unfortunately, he was not able to fulfill the wishes of the elders.

The more he grew older, the more he felt that there was an incomparably huge secret hidden in his small body.

To unravel this secret, it was only a matter of time before he left the clan.

For some reason, Luke always had a hunch that he would finally embrace his true destiny on this barren planet.

......

Meanwhile, on the distant planet Mocha, the Darents, the main body of civilization, are busy repairing their most important magical device, the Ring of Space.

As a result of the unknown storm twelve years ago, this thing that was used to connect countless planets, parallel worlds, and subspaces is now in a very unbelievable state of uncontrollable state, and anyone who enters it will be transported into a void and then fall into an endless freeze.

No matter what measures are taken, no amount of magic is used, it cannot be restored.

Of course, these are not the most bizarre, the most bizarre is that twelve years ago, when the storm hit, two strange-looking babies appeared out of thin air inside the spatial ring.

But later, due to the negligence of one of the guards on duty, one of the babies appeared and immediately got involved in the chasm, and only the other lucky one was saved.

Through research, the Darrants discovered that the rescued baby possessed a terrifying magical talent beyond their reach, and he learned it as if he was born for magic, no matter how advanced the theoretical knowledge and complex magical structures.

You must know that as a mature and developed advanced civilization, they attach as much importance to magic as modern humans on Earth attach to science.

When it became known that another race had shown unusual talent, the Darents would do everything they could to incorporate it into their system, giving them honorary titles, enjoying a host of privileges, and even preferential treatment for their families.

In this way, they have captured almost all the top talents in their jurisdiction.

Undoubtedly, after discovering the baby's great potential, the Dalents sent it to a relatively closed environment, imparting its knowledge and instilling a whole set of values day and night.

Now, it's harvest time.

I saw a boy wearing a purple robe, a symbol of dignity, standing affectionately and intently at an entrance filled with energy turbulence, continuously casting one spell after another that shocked the surrounding onlookers.

It didn't take long for the chaotic manic energy to calm down and begin to flow out of the entrance in an extremely regular manner, eventually being sealed into a sealed box.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked a Darent's man with an exceptionally large head next to him with a smile: "How is it, dear Mentor Oron, I said that I have found a way to repair the Ring of Space, are you willing to believe it now?"

"Yes, I saw it. ”

The guy known as Oron nodded with a complicated expression, his eyes both amazed and fearful and cringe.

Although this was not the first time he had seen the miracle created by this strange-looking boy himself, it could not be compared to the repair of the Spatial Ring.

After all, after the latter was severely damaged, it took twelve years and countless manpower and material resources to find a way to get it back to normal work.

Are the Darrants too stupid?

The answer is clearly not!

If they were stupid, they would not have been able to create such a glorious magical civilization, or even conquer and dominate so many worlds and their affiliated subspaces.

They are intelligent, powerful, and superior to the vast majority of inferior intelligent beings!

Even for this reason, a large number of stupid and unfounded theories of descent have been born, believing that the more families continue ancient traditions, the easier it is to produce offspring with excellent magical talents.

But now, all these feelings of superiority were easily shattered by the terrible talent displayed by the boy in front of him.

Talented!

Unparalleled genius!

In particular, the innate ability to understand and creativity is like the gap between a mortal and a god.

The boy apparently didn't realize what an incredible job he had just accomplished, and with a proud expression on his immature face, he explained to himself, "As we all know, energy turbulence has always been the biggest problem that plagues spellcasters, and even countless delicate magic devices. It is like a naughty child, madly destroying the order and stability necessary to cast a spell, and there are usually two ways to restore its stability, one is to forcibly suppress it with more than ten times the energy of the turbulence, and the other is my latest research result, which lures and separates the unstable elements in the turbulence like a child, and then seals it away. ”

"Very brilliant! I confess, you've surpassed me as one of the few spellcasters on this planet who deserve to be called the star. The problem is that the methods you use require extremely keen perception, and it is impossible for others to learn and emulate them. It would take at least hundreds of years to repair the entire vast Ring of Space, and the worlds it connects. Oren sighed helplessly.

Born at the height of the Darents' civilization, he was filled with an explosion of pride and was well aware of the importance of the conquered worlds.

Without adequate resources, it would have been impossible for Mocha to maintain its current state, and even in the short twelve years since losing contact, the concentration of magical energy in the air has dropped by nearly five percent.

This number may not be enough for ordinary Darrants to perceive, but as a member of the privileged class, Oron is clearly aware of it, and is eager to repair the Spatial Gate and plunder resources and energy from other worlds.

"Don't worry, Mentor, I'll soon perfect the technique at hand, and it won't be long before you'll see the prosperity of this place again. I swear. The boy was confident and assured.

"Well, my proudest disciple, I'm sure you'll keep your promise. But before I do that, I have a few things to tell you, that you're not alone, but that you have an identical twin brother. It's just that he was swept up in turbulence at the time, and he didn't know which world he left behind......"