Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

However, before their departure, Aron wanted to visit his friends one last time.

So Aengus and Aria decided to accompany him, changing their clothing to match that of ordinary villagers while keeping their faces the same.

As they walked along the main village road, the villagers were surprised and awed by their presence. Find your next adventure on My Virtual Library Empire

They looked like a perfect family—Aron was seated on Aengus' shoulders, while Aria walked beside them, her hand intertwined with Aengus'.

A gentle smile graced Aria's face as she took in the peaceful countryside view. The pure natural energy thrived here, creating a healthy and serene environment for living.

Villagers glanced at them with admiration and curiosity, but there was no malice—only envy for having such a happy family.

When Aria had chosen this world for her son's safekeeping, it was because of its simplicity and friendliness.

But of course the world was not entirely without hardship, but compared to others, it was relatively peaceful, untouched by the chaos of galactic civilizations.

Soon, they arrived at an open ground resembling a playground, where a few children were sparring with wooden swords while others played on the other side.

As the trio stepped onto the yellow earth, everyone paused, their eyes involuntarily drawn to them.

Though not visible, the couple's presence was palpable. Somehow, the villagers could sense that these two were extraordinary beings.

Then their eyes fell on Aron's face, and some immediately recognized him.

Aron was well-known for his exceptional physical strength, making him the strongest among his peers.

His friends, along with a few other curious children, gathered around, intrigued by the unfamiliar yet strikingly majestic figures accompanying him.

Several adults who were supervising the sparring sessions also approached, curious about the unexpected visitors.

As Aron jumped down from Aengus' shoulder, his friends hesitantly stepped forward, gathering their courage.

They were a group of three boys and one girl, all dressed in simple tunics. One of the boys wore only short pants, his bare skin glistening under the hot sun.

Despite their sweat-drenched faces, their curiosity remained undiminished. They couldn't take their eyes off the two elegant yet simple figures standing tall beside Aron.

One of the boys, slightly taller than the rest, finally spoke,

"Aron, who are these people? They look somehow different."

Aron announced proudly, "They are my real parents, Ron. They have come to take me back to a faraway place. That's why I came to say goodbye to you all."

Ron and the other three were stunned by the news.

"Your parents? I heard they were dead. Where did they come from all of a sudden? What's going on, Aron?" the little girl asked, voicing what was on everyone's mind.

"There's a big story behind it, Tara. Maybe one day, I can tell you everything," Aron replied.

"For how long will you be gone, Aron?" she asked anxiously.

Aron looked at their faces and answered with uncertainty, "I... don't know... Maybe when we all grow up... Or maybe never..."

He looked at his father for support.

Aengus didn't disappoint.

He looked at his son's friends and said calmly, "Kids, don't worry. He will come back one day in the near future, I assure you." He patted their heads, finding their characters likable.

At the same time, he bestowed a small blessings upon them—one that would awaken gradually and help them to grow stronger. He wanted to make sure they stayed safe until the day they could meet his son again.

After all, he didn't want Aron to feel sad when he returned, only to find out his childhood friends were all gone.

In that situation Aron would blame him for sure.

Hearing Aengus' words, the children felt a strange warmth wash over them. They didn't understand what he had done.

Ron clenched his fists, his determination igniting. "Then, Aron, you better come back strong! We'll all train hard so that when you return, we can have a real fight!"

Tara, on the other hand, wiped her eyes quickly, trying to hide her sadness. "You better not forget us, Aron!" she pouted.

Aron felt a lump in his throat but forced a grin. "How could I forget you guys? You're my best friends after all."

The other two boys, who had been silent, finally nodded. "We'll be waiting," one of them said.

Aria watched the scene with warmth in her heart. Her son was truly loved here. She exchanged a glance with Aengus, who nodded slightly. This village had been good to their child.

"Greetings! HELLO! You must be Aron's parents," one of the adults introduced themselves while glancing at the duo.

Aria nodded. "Yes, we are. Thank you for taking care of our son all these years."

The adults felt embarrassed by the over compliment. "No, no. We don't deserve such praise. We haven't done much, actually.

But I must say,

Though Aron doesn't have any Law Cores, your boy has great potential for physical strength—just like his father," they said, glancing at Aengus's explosive muscles hidden beneath his robes.

Aengus smiled faintly.

"Hahaha..." Aria let out a chuckle at that.

Then she paused.

"Anyway, we must say goodbye to you all," she said gently. Her melodious laughter touched their hearts, as soothing as nature itself.

Aron took a deep breath and stepped forward, giving each of his friends a firm handshake—his way of saying goodbye.

Then, with a final wave, he turned back to his parents. It was time to leave.

His friends and fellow villagers watched their departing figures, unable to shake the feeling that they had stood beside someone truly extraordinary.

After their goodbyes, Aengus swiftly transported everyone to the Kievan Continent, millions of light-years away in an instant.

Aron and his grandparents saw a flash of chaotic light pass before their eyes.

Aron closed them instinctively, and when he was told to open them, he was greeted by a sight that left him in awe.

A massive structure made of stone, concrete, and other exalted materials he had never seen before.

A massive palace.