"You're too arrogant." To Dyon, it seemed as though these words were heard all the time. However, how could these people possibly know of all his hard work? Of the fact that sleep was but a distant relative of his. How could they know that he never had a single moment to rest. And yet, despite their ignorance, they still said, "you're too arrogant..." But where were those people when a five-year-old Dyon's eyes shone looking at a computer screen filled with code? Where were those people when an eight-year-old Dyon played his piano and plucked his guitar strings until his fingers bled... needing to vent his feelings about his lost mother without bothering his fatigued father? Where were those people when Dyon sat alone at ten-years-old… when his parents were gone, and the only thing left was a room filled with inventions and computers? Dyon's arrogance wasn't borne of thin air. It was his hard work. It was his shield. And he wasn't willing to give it up... Now alone, he left his home behind. He was no longer the boy genius who changed the human mortal realm. He was now nothing but a commoner, a bug noble families saw fit to step on. An insignificant existence. And yet, Dyon was still the same unchanging person. Standing tall, his eyes firm and his will indomitable. This so-called Martial World would come to understand the meaning behind his existence... **Excerpt** --------------------------------- "You're quite bold for a girl who's almost been recluse for her whole life you know," Dyon said chuckling. "Little sister Delia and Meiying probably think so too, but you've been in my heart since the opening ceremony. Maybe not exactly in this way… But someti