Chapter 1 Alec Gordon

It was another day at the Gordon's Clan compound, and my name is Alec, I'll give you a quick explanation: I was reincarnated after a nasty motor accident while trying to save an old lady.

The gods granted me another chance by reincarnating me into another world about 14 years ago.

Later, I discovered that I was the young master and the only remaining heir of the Gordon family, However, my bloodline actually comes from the prestigious Ancient Blaze Clan.

Despite this, the Blaze Clan, one of the top families in the capital, never acknowledged me as part of their own, From what I heard, my father never officially married my mother, He was just a young master out for training who fell for my mother's beauty, used sweet words to win her over, and ended up impregnating her before returning to his family without informing her.

When my mother discovered she was pregnant, it was too late as my father had already gone, She tried to reach out to him by sending messages to his family, but none of them ever replied.

In desperation, she traveled to the capital herself to personally deliver the message, only to be humiliated and rejected by the man she claimed to love.

Heartbroken, she returned to the Gordon family feeling dejected, Thankfully, my loving grandfather, the Patriarch of the Gordon family, took care of me after my mother died during childbirth.

Since then, I have been raised by my grandfather in a small city near the capital, Our relationship feels more like brothers than a traditional grandfather and grandson bond, I truly appreciate the immense love he shows me.

"Alec, how are you doing today?" an aged voice asked from the courtyard door. I already knew who it was, but I turned around to face him while smirking.

"You know I'm good, old man. I won't die before you, after all," I replied playfully.

"You! Forget it, you seem to be getting really cheeky these days, little boy," the old man initially retorted and pointed his finger at me.

However, he soon sighed in relief and burst into laughter, We engaged in conversation and shared stories, appearing more like brothers than a grandfather and grandchild duo.

Anyone who saw us would never guess our true relationship The love my grandfather had for me is immense, After my mother passed away, he did everything in his power to raise me right, and I am eternally grateful for his care and affection.

But I could tell by the way he grabbed my shoulders and sighed that he was about to embark on one of his important speeches again.

"You do know you're about to turn fifteen, right?" he asked, his eyes filled with seriousness.

"Yes, old man," I replied, already aware of what he was about to say, In this world, once you turn fifteen, you awaken to your magical abilities and can finally be called a mage.

"You do know what comes next, right?" he continued, looking into my eyes. I nodded in response.

"I do," I replied confidently, excited for what lay ahead.

"Hmmm, after you awaken, come meet me. I have something important to pass on to you," he said, his tone full of anticipation.

"Ohhh, what is it?" I asked eagerly, my eyes shining with curiosity.

"Now, if I told you that, it would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it?" he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

He wanted me to be even more curious and beg for the answer, and I couldn't help but give in.

"Just a hint, please?" I pleaded, my excitement growing.

"Well, let's just say it's the one thing that has enabled the Gordon family to survive during the blood moons and establish a reputation for themselves, even if it's just at the bottom," he started, his chest puffing up with pride.

The Gordon family, known for their alchemy creations and reliance on golems, were often seen as weak by other mage families.

"But I can't believe you're embarrassed about it. The golem manual is unique and has served us well, I have no doubt you can revitalize the glory days when golems were revered," I interrupted, trying to reassure him.

It was common knowledge that the Gordon family's survival during the blood moons, when demons and undead attacked settlements, was an extraordinary feat.

Despite being underestimated, the family's ability to protect themselves and survive the blood moons was a testament to their strength. The blood moons occurred once every month, during which the 72 monarchs of the purgatory sent their generals and commanders to attack the surface, unleashing hordes of demons and undead upon the world.

My grandfather chuckled, clearly relieved by my words.

"I can't believe you're feeling embarrassed about this. Is it because you think I would follow the same path as the others in our family and study a different form of magic?" I inquired.

"Ye... ye..yes... I'm pretty nervous. The golem manual is not being practiced like before, and I don't want it to disappear while I'm in possession of it. You're a smart boy, and I'm sure you can bring back the glorious days when golems were worshipped," he began his pointless boasting.

"Enough with your bragging, old man," I interrupted, pouring cold water on his ego.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely come for it. After all, it's my inheritance. If I don't claim it, I might not receive any property from you when you're gone," I teased him once again.

"You brat! You're finished! Just wait for me!" he shouted, running around the courtyard in an attempt to catch me. I smiled, knowing all of this was just a charade. He was concerned about the upcoming wave of the red moon, trying to prepare me to acquire strength so that I could survive in this merciless world."