Magus Supremacy-Chapter 358

Chapter 358

The warm clatter of dishes and the soft hum of evening conversation filled the air as the family gathered around the long wooden table, its surface polished and glowing beneath the gentle lantern light.

The scent of grilled meat, fresh herbs, and steaming rice wafted through the house, mingling with the laughter of Millie as she reached over to sneak a dumpling before anyone noticed.

Grey sat quietly at the end of the table, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces—each one etched with a mix of curiosity and cautious warmth.

The food before him smelled incredible, but his appetite was buried under the weight of uncertainty. His hands fumbled with each other as he quietly and nervously scanned everybody seated around him.

Clarice sat beside him, Millie to Clarice’s side, Finral sat beside an empty chair, while Vanessa was directly seated opposite Grey’s chair.

"Why aren’t you eating?" Clarice asked as she turned to glance at Grey’s untouched food.

"I don’t feel hungry," Grey replied, but his stomach betrayed him as a loud growl filled the dining room.

"Well, your belly doesn’t agree with that," Vanessa chuckled loudly, clearly amused.

"What happened? Is it the food? Or do you want extra dumplings?" Clarice asked as she quickly stood up, stretched her hand, and scooped some dumplings from Finral’s plate.

"Hey! I was about to eat that," Finral retorted, but a sharp glare from Clarice quickly shut him up.

’First take my room, take my bed, and now my dumplings...’ Finral thought with a scowl on his face as he silently glared at Grey.

"No! It’s not that," Grey said as he waved his hands repeatedly. "The food smells nice, but—"

"But what? Is the quantity not to your liking?" Clarice asked gently.

"Here, take my food too if you’re not satisfied!" Millie said as she innocently stretched her own plate forward, but Grey politely pushed it back toward her.

"It’s not that," he said softly. "Look, I’ve been awake for only a few hours now. All of you know each other, know your identity, and can recall things from your childhood.

But I’m here... lost, broken, confused, and shaken—with only my first name to go by."

Grey sighed softly, trying not to break into tears.

"You know," a booming voice rang out, interrupting the tense silence as Yami walked into the small dining room, rubbing his stomach with a satisfied smile on his face, "you’ve got quite the dramatic flair, kid."

"Where were you?" Clarice asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"I was in the bathroom. Can’t eat this delicious food without taking a huge dump first," Yami replied with a grin.

"Dad! I’m eating here!" Millie shouted, pouting in annoyance.

"My bad," Yami chuckled nervously, then took the empty seat beside Finral and across from Clarice.

"See, when I first found you in the forest—injured and battered—I looked you over again and again for any mark or sign of where you were from, but I found none.

That signaled to me that you’re not from this continent," Yami said, sighing as he glanced at his plate and greedily took a huge scoop of rice into his mouth.

"Mark? How can you conclude that I’m not from here? You said you found me in the forest—in this continent. So if I’m not from around here, how did I end up there?" Grey asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"That’s a very good and solid question that would need you to reply. But no pressure, no rush. You can take as much time as you need to recover and slowly recall who you are," Yami shrugged as he continued taking huge scoops of his food.

’What should I do? I don’t know who I am, Mister Yami here says that I’m not from this continent. I don’t know how to get back to mine—or even where my continent is. Heck! I don’t even know its name.

Is... is this how I will live from now on? A boy with no identity or recollection of who he is, while staying in an unknown territory?’ Grey thought as he clenched his hands tightly against his clothes.

His teeth grit in frustration when he suddenly calmed down and took a deep breath, turning to glance back at Yami. freewebnøvel.coɱ

’If I don’t know who I am, and I don’t know where I am, I might as well begin gathering information about this place.’

"You mentioned something about a mark, about this continent, and being a warrior of some kind earlier. What were those?" Grey asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Grey..." Clarice softly called out. "Don’t you need to eat first before you start asking questions?"

"There’s no way I can eat while being in suspense. I need to get my answers now so I can think of what I’m going to do next," Grey replied with a serious look on his face.

"What a stubborn brat," Finral scoffed in anger.

"Not stubborn, but inquisitive—which I like," Yami cut in with a smirk.

’Even Dad too?! Wow! He just came in a few weeks ago and he’s already snatching my family’s love from me,’ Finral thought bitterly as he gripped the spoon in his hand tightly, causing it to bend slightly.

"I get that you have a lot of questions, so how about I answer them one at a time?" Yami offered, then quickly took a gulp of water from his cup.

"Let’s start with that mark you spoke of," Grey said.

Yami sighed before moving his hands to his shirt and began unbuttoning it.

"Wait, I only asked a question, no need to undress!" Grey said quickly, waving his hands, but Yami didn’t respond. Instead, he slid his shirt down from his chest to reveal a brand or a mark of some kind.

Etched just above the heart, the mark shimmered faintly under the soft glow of twilight—a delicate spiral of three interwoven arcs, each forming a perfect loop before curling outward into distinct shapes: one ended in the flicker of a flame, another in the curve of a leaf, and the last dissolved into ripples like disturbed water.

At the knot’s center sat a tiny, crystalline eye, no larger than a tear, gleaming with an inner light that pulsed gently with the bearer’s emotions.

The lines of the brand glowed with subtle golden veins that branched outward like constellations—marks earned only through great feats or moments of spiritual awakening.

This was the Ancient Brand—a sacred emblem every soul born of the continent bore. It was a symbol of origin, spirit, and potential. For some, it was a quiet reminder of their heritage.

For others, it was a badge of power, awakening with purpose and glowing brighter with every step taken toward destiny.

"Do everybody have this same mark?" Grey asked with a raised brow, still trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.

Yami glanced at his family, and one by one, they all opened a small part of their clothes near their chest to reveal the same mark.

"Anybody who does not have this same mark is considered an outsider to this continent," Yami said, his voice suddenly losing its casual tone. His eyes narrowed in deadly seriousness. "And they will be hunted down by the three major factions of this continent."

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