Novel Full Chapter 2311 Just… who is he…?
Chapter 2311 Just… who is he…?
Amongst all the chaos, a laughter was heard.
The people turned towards the laughter and their eyes fell on a boy.
He stood beside a broken clay pot quietly, his messy grey-silver hair was falling unevenly around his face, soft strands brushing against his cheeks. His face looked small and delicate, almost too cute, with smooth features that made him seem harmless at first glance—like a doll placed gently in the middle of the world.
He had grey skin, from his head rose large, dark grey horns, thick and slightly curved, rough in texture. His ears were long and thin, sharply pointed, stretching slightly outward, adding to his strange appearance.
But it was his crimson eyes that felt… wrong.
They were bright and lively, eyes that clearly belonged to a child, but… they did not move together.
One eye carried a light, playful amusement, as if he found everything around him interesting in a harmless way.
The other… was different.
It was… colder, more… observing.
It was as if two different thought paths were working inside his head at the same time and it made others around him feel… unsettled.
Right now, the boy was staring at the broken clay pot or rather—
At the pot that could not decide whether it was broken.
It was lying in pieces on the ground, then it was whole again, then it cracked down the middle, then the handle reappeared in the wrong place, then it shattered once more, the pieces lifting slightly off the ground before dropping back down.
The boy crouched next to it.
"Why did it break?"
He asked in a bright, cheerful voice.
Then—
"Let's break it again."
He spoke again, this time, though his voice felt the same, his tone felt… much sharper, much… in control.
And the moment people noticed that—
They stepped back. One of the boys who had been playing nearby ran toward his mother. She pulled him behind her immediately, staring at the child with a wary look on her face.
What should she do?
Should she just… run away?
Or should she attack the child?
Such questions appeared in her mind, but the last thing she wanted was to harm someone else's child, no matter how… strange that child was.
Plus…
It didn't look like the child was… trying to harm others. Not when he was still looking at the pot, poking one of the broken pieces with a finger. The shard melted into something like glass, then turned back into clay, then split into three smaller pieces.
The child laughed gently, and the moment he did—
Flicker
It happened again.
The sky changed color, the space warped, the sound stretched, it all happened again and the people realized it.
Everything that happened, everything that made them, centuries-old beings panic, this… little child was behind it all.
"Just… who is he…?"
One of the women wondered as she tightly held her child.
And just then—
"Kaelith,"
Someone whispered from farther back.
The strange boy, Kaelith, lifted his head as if he had heard them. His smile widened. It made him look even more adorable, which only made the… wrongness of the entire scene sharper.
Kaelith was… adorable, his cheeks were round, his face was soft and his features were… innocent.
The only thing strange about him was that…
The very reality was bending around him.
Near him, a wooden bucket suddenly twisted at an impossible angle, then snapped back. The flowers beside the road bloomed and withered in the same instant before settling into normal shapes again.
Suddenly, a little girl gasped when she saw a tree around her disappear into thin air and stumbled back, her foot caught on the edge of the stone path and she…
She fell.
She fell hard.
And the instant she did, another child rushed toward her.
"Are you hurt?"
The child asked in a soft, kind, and gentle voice.
The little girl looked up—and froze.
The child standing before her… was beautiful.
She was an elf.
Long, golden-blonde hair flowed down her back, moving gently as she leaned closer. Her ears were long and elegant, peeking through her hair. She had calm, gentle green eyes, filled with quiet concern.
Her face was soft and graceful, almost unreal in its beauty, with a natural innocence that made her look like something out of a fairy tale.
She wore beautiful, flowing clothes in light, natural tones—soft greens and whites, with delicate patterns that looked almost like leaves and vines.
"I… I think—"
The little girl stuttered, unable to answer.
The elf touched her wrist and…
That was all.
The scrape on the girl's arm vanished. The pain in her ankle eased so quickly that her expression changed from confusion to disbelief. The elf then passed an unbelievably gentle smile.
"You should be alright now."
The little girl stared at her, then nodded slowly, as if she was entranced.
The elf's arrival itself changed the very space around her, all the unrest, panic and unease that had spread because of Kaelith's existence disappeared in an instant.
Strange things still continued to happen, but the people were now more focused on the elf. It was… hard to stay frightened around her.
She looked so delicate, so lovely, so… warm that people felt like they needed to stay brave, for her sake.
"Eloria."
That was when the strange boy, Kaelith, called his sister out.
"I told you not to go away from me."
Eloria acted like a strict big sister, but the people around her only found her 'angry face' more adorable.
Kaelith, on the other hand, scratched the back of his head.
"Sorry, sister."
He apologized, but just then—
"I ran away because I wanted to! Stop me if you can! Hehe~"
He spoke in a completely different tone. Then—
"Stop that. You should listen to sister!"
He spoke, in a calmer voice.
"I won't! Do whatever you want!"
"No, you…"
Yes, the boy was talking to himself, or more accurately, the two… personalities inside him were talking with each other. A sight that made most people uncomfortable, but Eloria was different, she walked towards her brother and ruffled his hair.
"Alright, you two.
What did I tell you?
You should never fight each other.
You are a team, you are the closest two people can be. You should always listen to each other, is that clear?"
She spoke with a smile so gentle that even Kaelith's other personality, the one most people found impossible to control, listened to her.
"Whatever."
"Okay, sister."
Kaelith nodded.
Eloria smiled.
Then, a few men, who were alerted by the chaos and were watching everything from a distance, stared at Eloria and Kaelith and—
"Someone should move him away."
One of them commented, his eyes observing Kaelith.
"He's just a child."
Another replied.
"That thing looks just like a child to you?"
The first asked and the rest of the men turned silent. However, before the group could move—
Another figure came into view, walking towards Eloria and Kaelith.
He had long black-violet hair that flowed softly behind him, every single strand was smooth and perfect. His features were flawless—unnaturally so. They were soft, delicate and yet… impossibly precise.
The kind of beauty that didn't feel… mortal.
It felt absolute.
His eyes… were the same.
They weren't just beautiful—they were… heavy.
As if something far too large existed within them. When he looked at the world, it didn't feel like a child observing things for the first time.
It felt like the world itself was being observed… by something that already understood it.
His skin was pale and smooth, almost glowing faintly under the light. There wasn't a single imperfection on him.
Not one thing was out of place.
He was… perfection.
Just like his mother, and yet… he felt nothing like her.
Where she was warm, lively and playful—
He was distant.
Almost… unreachable.
Even as he was standing among everyone, it felt like there was a space around him that no one could step into.
He was… Nihyron Leander.
The only son of Shadow Leander and…
The First-Born God of the Universe.
Because of Shadow's complex existence, he, even after all the resources available to him, took the longest to take birth.
He was the youngest of all princes and princesses, but at the same time, his potential was the strongest amongst them all.
He was the only existence other than his father and mother who could control every single Primordial Energy.
A being who was the closest existence to… Nux himself.
And as he walked into that garden, his starry eyes instantly fell on those men standing at the distance.
Then—
He waved his hand and…
Those men disappeared.
Ejected from Umbrasol.
Where were they sent?
Nihyron did not know.
He did not have the authority beyond Umbrasol, at least not now. His mother said he needed to train more.
The boy then looked at his elder brother and sister and—
For a moment, no one spoke.
The people around watched the three children, no, not the three, they were now only staring at Nihyron, feeling a strange sense of discomfort around him.
And because of that discomfort, one of the children stepped forward and pointed at Nihyron—
"He! He was the one who pushed Liyana and made her fall! I saw it!"