Volume One – Prologue: “The Teacher from the Past” (Reserved)
ep.1 Volume One – Prologue: “The Teacher from the Past” (Reserved)
Published: September 17, 2025 22:00
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Prologue: “The Teacher from the Past”
My name is Oliver Jones.
Apparently, I’m the last heir of the sunken kingdom of Saint Tosgon.
And, supposedly, the great-great-grandson of the famous Dr. Indiana Jones.
Some have even called me a prince, but—whatever.
A title doesn’t change who you are.
But one thing is certain—
my life began the day I met him.
It was in the Bermuda seas at night.
Deep beneath the cold, dark waters where even the moonlight could not reach,
a single motorcycle appeared—without light, without sound.
A Harley-Davidson that ran on water.
It had once been state-of-the-art technology,
but buried by political darkness,
dismissed as “impossible.”
Yet, there it was, real.
It had been restored by Sanctum Noctis—
the scientists of Saint Tosgon.
And the man riding it was Barnes Dan.
Bronze skin, auburn hair, sharp yet kind blue eyes.
I was only three years old at the time,
but his words slipped into my heart as if they had always belonged there.
“Oliver Jones. When you grow, the world will change.
Protect it by writing. Convey it without fighting.”
Looking back now, maybe that was my very first mission.
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We met in the old Western-style mansion of the underwater city—
the house I lived in.
Hachiko—my robotic Akita dog—
was curled up asleep in the corner.
He looked exactly like a real puppy,
but inside was AI.
A birthday gift from my parents when I turned three.
“…Are you Oliver?”
“Yeah. Who are you, mister?”
“I’m Barnes Dan. I’ve come to be your teacher.”
I thought he was strange, but somehow… I felt safe.
I turned my gaze back to the picture book on my lap.
It was a picture book of molecular structures—
not the kind a normal kid would read.
“You can read that?”
“Yeah. Reading’s easy. But I can’t write it down.
My hands are too small. I can’t write neatly yet.”
I meant it seriously, but Dan laughed.
Not mockingly—more like he was genuinely happy.
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Later, I asked him about the bike.
“Does this really run on water?”
“Yes. It was once a dream technology.
But it was forgotten. We remembered it.”
“Do you like riding bikes?”
“I like traveling. I crossed time itself to come to you.”
“…So, are you from the future?”
“Yes. From the future, and also from the past.
I came to teach you the power of writing.”
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For seven years after that,
Dan, my father Zeus, my mother Hera, and I lived together in that mansion.
He taught me reading, writing, tactics, and ways of thinking—
preparing me for Gifted Academy.
…but it didn’t end there.
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When I turned ten,
the barrier protecting Saint Tosgon began to collapse.
Earthquakes. Energy gates going berserk. Intruders.
In the chaos, my mother Hera was attacked by tomb raiders… and lost her life.
By the time my father Zeus arrived,
she had already closed her eyes forever.
But her face wore an oddly peaceful smile.
“You will not be alone. I will remain here, with this sanctuary.”
And so my father chose to stay behind in the underground research facility of the sanctuary.
Barnes Dan too—he remained there, to guard both my mother’s resting place and the records of the future.
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I boarded the escape vessel.
Together with the Harley and Hachiko that Dan entrusted to me.
That day, I didn’t cry.
Not because I was trying to be strong.
But because the feeling that “something had ended” came before the tears.
As the waters swallowed Saint Tosgon,
I looked back, torn, at the world I had first known.
But I had to leave.
Because I now had something I needed to tell the world.
Hachiko was beside me.
His warmth pressed into my small hand.
(I’ll pass this on. In my own words.)
Later, they would call that day “the beginning of a legend.”
…But that’s a story for the future.
