"Hmm, this feels weird," Enzo muttered under his breath as he walked around a 6'7" figure standing in the middle of his room.

The Void Coffin allowed him to pick two functions, but between it and him, the third function was a no-brainer.

"Well, that's definitely not her," Enzo said with a skewed smile.

It looked just like her in shape and facial features, but it was a black obsidian copy of her with blue robotic eyes and no real sentience.

'Should have known better.'

He thought to himself… it didn't make sense that he would come back to the real world with a literal god. Even if she still existed, she would be in the heavens or something.

"Still though," Enzo stroked his chin, looking at this Victoria copy. Its gaze looked all too purposeful. Maybe there was something special about her…

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"Brother Enzo!!" In the middle of the night, Enzo stepped out of his room to have some water and was greeted with the screams of two little boys no older than ten.

His younger siblings.

"You're back! Where's my sweets?!!" The youngest one embraced him tightly with his dirt-stained hands. They had heard that Enzo received a high-paying mission as a Weaver that would take some time to complete. It was thrilling news, but all that went through their minds was…

Sweets.

If Enzo had money, that meant they would be able to fill their stomachs for once. A good night's sleep induced by food would be an excellent start to their day.

"Hehe, I got you guys something, don't worry." Enzo smirked bitterly, reaching into his pockets and pulling out some chocolates. Factories for these kinds of delicacies were quite rare to see, but some people would typically make them at home.

Chocolates, in particular, were hard to make, so they were quite expensive.

"This? Are those chocolates? Aren't those, like, super expensive? That's like five hours of time for a bar…" Roddy was surprised as he took a bar of chocolate from Enzo's hand and walked over to his older brother, Carl.

Before Enzo could even reply to his question, the two of them were already munching down on the food in front of them. They didn't seem to care about their very own question that much.

However, Enzo's mother did.

"That's extravagant, Enzo. You need to manage your time better," she spoke with concern as she walked towards him.

Time wasn't just currency; it was also your life. They couldn't afford to spend it so casually.

"Don't worry, Mother, I have enough," Enzo said softly, revealing the numbers on his hand up until the tens mark.

"Fifty years?!!" she exclaimed but hurriedly closed her mouth with her hands. Fifty years, that was a lifetime of extreme hard work for a poor family like theirs.

In fact, his father's entire savings for his around forty years of life had only amounted to four years of time before he got sick. This was saying a lot, as his father had been a Weavetech employee at some point in his life.

"It's from the voyage…." Enzo explained.

After the voyage, a Weaver would instantly be imbued with a windfall of vitality and power. In this day and age, that translated into time also.

That was one of the reasons this voyage was highly sought after by those with resources and training. It was a treasure trove.

"Don't show this to anyone until your father wakes up," his mom whispered, drawing his sleeve down and looking to the younger ones. They were her kids, but honestly, they were loudmouths. Without the strength to protect what he had acquired, it was best he kept this secret.

"Hehe, sure," Enzo responded with a nod. Caution, it was a lesson he had learned the hard way. He even hid the extra digit from his very own mother.

If she was so spooked about fifty years, how would she react when finding out he had 250 years of time on his hands?

"Show me what?"

All of a sudden, a cracked voice resounded from the back, forcing Enzo to immediately turn in surprise. He knew this voice….

"Father?" Enzo was shaken beyond belief.

In front of him stood the man who had taken care of him for the better half of his entire life—the one who had basically sacrificed his life for a chance at Enzo undergoing his first voyage.

Enzo didn't know when his body moved as he appeared in front of him and hugged him tightly—his father.

For that brief moment, no one else moved, watching the reunion from the side.

Actually, the old man's newfound rejuvenation was born from Enzo's opportunities. He had been in an accident when he worked with Weavetech all those years ago, but he only received the shockwave of the attack.

Even that was enough to cripple him and destroy his body with radiation. Fortunately, his body had been slowly repairing itself all this while. It just took Mr. White a little jump start to get him back on his feet.

"Haha, you've grown," the old man commented, feeling Enzo's advanced strength squeeze against his bones. He was able to talk and see all the while, but not so much to see how big this son of his had become.

Today was truly a joyous day.

"Uhh, but Enzo, you're squeezing the little life I have left," the old man spoke rather jokingly. A Star Weaver was no joke.

Enzo's body had become very advanced—enough so that he could probably destroy a normal Weaver avatar with his bare hands.

That was the power of a Star Weaver.

"Ohh." Hearing this, Enzo slowly let go. He was not used to limiting himself. After all, he had been fighting with things way above his realm all this while.

"Hehe, good kid." Regaining his breathing, the old man raised his hand up and ruffled Enzo's head. Not only had he become strong, he was now much taller.

It was a wonder what kind of trials had forced this young man to become so hardened in such a short period.

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