My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

The sun hung high over Eldoria, casting warm rays that illuminated the bustling city streets. It was finally the day of the Festival of Light, a time when the kingdom came together to celebrate the triumph of light over darkness; their Goddess's love for them.

Everywhere Elias looked, the streets were filled with laughter, music, and vibrant decorations. Banners fluttered from rooftops, and stalls lined the roads, offering everything from glittering trinkets to mouthwatering delicacies. Children ran through the crowds with sparklers in hand, their delighted shrieks mingling with the melodies of street performers playing lutes and flutes.

But it was the fifth district, home to the grand Church of the Eternal Light, that stood out among the festivities. This district, with its residents that consisted of common folk and peasants, seemed to be the heart of the celebration. The streets here were especially packed, with faithful followers clad in pure white robes adorned with the church's radiant sun symbol.

It was as if the entire district had been bathed in light, each person a reflection of the divine light they worshipped. Incense wafted through the air, carrying with it the scent of sanctity and purification.

Elias hovered above it all, his dark cloak fluttering in the gentle breeze as he observed the city from his vantage point in the sky. From up here, Eldoria looked like a sea of white and gold, a living canvas painted with the joy of its people. Yet, despite the vibrant scene below, Elias's thoughts were far from festive.

He had been deep in contemplation since his recent battles and had come to a critical decision about his next move.

He would not be accepting the Goddess's blessings today, despite the fact of  having his stats doubled immediately if he did. The prospect was tempting—doubling his power at this moment could shift the balance in his favor considerably. But Elias knew that patience was a virtue that often led to greater rewards.

He needed to bide his time, grow his strength naturally, and maximize his potential. The higher his stats before receiving the blessing, the more formidable he would become once they were doubled. This was a strategy he couldn't afford to rush.

As he floated above the city, his thoughts drifted to Imaya, and his expression darkened. Imaya, who had been his first companion, had left for the academy without so much as a farewell. The battle with Acedia had been hard-fought, and Elias had hoped to share the details of his victory with her, but she was gone—leaving behind only a note.

Imaya's message was clear: she had gone to get stronger, to ensure she could stand beside him, no matter the situation.

Elias clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. It wasn't her departure that bothered him the most—it was her choice to leave without a word, as if he couldn't understand or wouldn't support her decision. But in truth, Elias was glad she had heeded his advice to become stronger. Her resolve was admirable, and he couldn't fault her for wanting to forge her own path.

It only reminded him of his own need to do the same.

He needed to heed his own words—to push beyond the confines of Eldoria's walls and venture into the wider realm of Elaris. His battle with Acedia had opened his eyes to his limitations. Even with Alaric's intervention, Elias had barely managed to defeat one of the weaker demon kings.

The memory of the fight was still fresh in his mind: Acedia's twisted laughter, the heavy weight of his magic, and the sense of dread that had filled the air. Elias had fought valiantly, but the victory had been too close, too uncertain. He couldn't afford to be caught off guard again.

As the festivities roared below, Elias made up his mind. He would leave Eldoria and travel the lands of Elaris. He would seek out challenges, hone his skills, and gather strength.

The world was vast, filled with ancient secrets and powerful beings, and Elias knew that if he was to stand against the rising tide of darkness, he needed to be more than just a warrior—he needed to become a force to be reckoned with.

His eyes scanned the horizon, where the sun dipped toward the distant mountains, casting long shadows over the city. The mountains, the forests, the hidden dungeons, and the ruins of old—all of it lay before him, waiting to be explored. Eldoria, with its familiar comforts and familiar faces, suddenly felt small and confining. The world outside was calling, and Elias was ready to answer.

He descended slowly, landing on a rooftop that overlooked the bustling streets of the fifth district. From here, he could see the grand doors of the Church of the Eternal Light, where followers were gathering in anticipation of the main event. The High Luminary would soon appear, a beacon of light, to lead the people in prayer and celebration.

It was a sight Elias had witnessed many times before in [Arcane Days], but today, his heart wasn't in it.

"Another time," he murmured to himself, turning his back on the church and its shining spires. The blessing would have to wait. There was a journey ahead of him that was far more urgent, one that would test him in ways the safety of Eldoria never could.

Elias leapt from the rooftop, landing gracefully in a quiet alley. He pulled his cloak tighter around him, blending into the shadows as he made his way through the less crowded parts of the city. His thoughts were already on the road ahead, the challenges he would face, and the power he would gain.

He needed to become stronger, not just for himself but for those who looked up to him, for those who relied on him and for his end goal the main purpose he had found for himself; to bring his family back.

As he walked, Elias felt a surge of determination. His battle with Acedia had been a wake-up call, but it was also a promise of what was to come. There were greater threats in the world than demon kings—ancient evils, hidden powers, and secrets buried in the farthest reaches of Elaris. Elias knew he would have to confront them all if he was to achieve his goal.

The city was alive with celebration, but Elias moved like a shadow, unnoticed and undeterred. His steps took him to the edge of Eldoria, where the city walls loomed high and the gates stood open to the wilderness beyond. He paused for a moment, glancing back at the city he had called home for a while.

The sounds of the festival echoed faintly in the distance—a reminder of the peace and joy he fought to protect.

Elias took a deep breath and stepped through the gates, his mind set on the journey ahead. The path before him was uncertain, filled with dangers and trials he could only begin to imagine. But he welcomed the challenge.

For Elias, the Festival of Light was not just a celebration of triumph over darkness; it was a reminder that even the brightest light must continue to burn, to fight against the encroaching shadows.

With each step he took away from Eldoria, Elias felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He was no longer bound by the expectations of the city or the constraints of his past. Out here, in the open world of Elaris, he could forge his own destiny. He could become the hero he aspired to be, not through blessings or divine intervention, but through his own strength and determination.

Elias's journey had just begun, and as he disappeared into the vast wilderness, he knew one thing for certain: he would return to Eldoria not as the person he was today, but as someone far stronger, someone capable of facing whatever lay ahead. And when that time came, he would seek out the blessings of the Eternal Light, not as a mere adventurer, but as a true champion of the realm.

The festival continued behind him, a bright spot of joy in the heart of Eldoria. But Elias's path lay far beyond, in the untamed lands of Elaris, where challenges awaited, and where his true strength would be tested. He moved forward with purpose, a lone figure on a journey to reclaim his power and his place in the ever-shifting landscape of a world on the brink of darkness.

Elias would rise, stronger than ever, ready to face whatever the future held. And with every step he took, the light within him grew brighter, a beacon of hope in a world that needed heroes more than ever.

[ FWP: 2,050,000 /10,000,000,000

Name: Elias Ashdown

Class: Swordsman, Farmer, Mage(Contractual, Caster, Dependent[Dominator])

Title: Farmer, One blessed by Fate, swordsman, Child of Light, Child of Destiny, Loved by Mana, Mage, False Dragon Slayer, Hero of Eldoria.

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Health: 12 000/12 000

Mana: 5 000 000/5 000 000

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Strength: 55

Agility: 40

Speed: 45

Stamina: 80

Intelligence: 210

]