My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 31: Goodbyes 1 - Rebirth

The dinner was brief.

Kyrie had his hand raised, his palm spread open, and with a thought, fire bloomed.

Bright orange flames stretched across his fingers. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

They bent to his intent like an extension of his will.

Negan watched in silence, his electric blue eyes assessing everything even as he ate.

He’d seen Kyrie fight multiple times, he’d seen him survive the impossible—but he’d never witnessed this.

This was new. The fire was raw and undeniable proof.

The boy was indeed an Omni-type.

This realization settled on Negan. The boy wasn’t just raw power like him.

He was balanced, fire for destruction, emotion sensing for understanding and telekinesis for control.

Negan had planned to free Kyrie from the burden of these abilities.

He had begun planning with Leonel to send the boy somewhere safe, somewhere new, let him start fresh as normal as possible.

Use the mysterious woman’s telepathic abilities to suppress what this body could do, giving Kyrie a chance at an ordinary life.

But as he watched the flames pulsate on his son’s palm, Negan knew that plan was dead.

You don’t suppress potential like this. You don’t waste it. Not in a world where more grotesque dangers existed.

It was decided. He wasn’t going to take away the abilities that defined the boy.

No... he would send him to her instead but not to be suppressed but to be taught.

To reach his full potential under the only other person he trusted in this world.

Kyrie dispelled the flames with a casual thought, looking up as he spoke.

"So? What do you think?"

Negan smiled slightly.

"I think you’re going to be fine, no matter where you go "

The next morning...

Kyrie woke to sunlight filtering through the safehouse windows.

He yawned while rubbing his eyes, this was his last full day in Strevus.

He found Negan in the main room, already dressed In usual sharp style. His cream long sleeved shirt and black trousers.

"I am going to see Edwin ," Kyrie said without mincing his words.

Negan nodded as if he’d expected this.

"I figured. But since you can’t be seen openly—after everything with Saul. We’ll use an unmarked carriage. One of Leonel’s men will drive you."

He gestured to a leather pouch on the table.

"Those are crowns. Just enough to get you through the day, if you ever need something. And Kyrie—"

His tone became more serious.

"If trouble arises then I trust you to handle it."

Kyrie picked up the pouch, feeling the weight of the gold coins inside.

Negan wasn’t sending protection because by merely looking at the boy he knew the dangers he faced at the safe house would be nothing now especially if he didn’t hold back.

"I’ll message Edwin ahead,"

Negan continued, pulling out his prompter.

"He’ll be expecting you."

It was merely twenty minutes later,when Kyrie was seen seated in the back of an unmarked carriage.

He wore a charcoal black coat over white cotton short-sleeved shirt and black trousers.

He stared through the window of the carriage as the city of Strevus opened up before his eyes.

Strevus in daylight looked different, it was less menace and more of exhaustion.

Factories billowed smoke into the gray sky seemingly aiming at the airships that hung up there.

Workers shuffled toward shifts that would break their bodies and souls for end means.

He still watched blankly when a familiar sensation rang in his mind.

[DAILY QUEST AVAILABLE]

Kyrie blinked as the notification appeared in his vision.

[Quest: Know Your World]

Objectives:

- Learn the current date and calendar system

- Understand local geography

- Make meaningful connections before departure (0/3)

Rewards:

- +400 EXP

- +1 Intelligence +2 Fortitude

Kyrie read the objectives with interest.

The System was adapting to his situation again.

It was giving him tasks that aligned with what he needed to do.

Make meaningful connections? Edwin, certainly. Who else? Elaine? Vivienne maybe?

Negan for sure!

He sighed and thought of how to handle the objectives.

It didn’t take long before the carriage slowed down, nearing a street vendor selling newspapers.

"Stop here for a moment."

The driver pulled the horse as it came to a halt.

Kyrie remained in the carriage, bringing down the glass window.

He gestured for the vendor and purchased a newspaper. Paying with a copper cog.

The Strevus Light

21st November, 1342 N.E

He scanned the front page. It was just political scandals, factory accidents and gang violence in the eastern district.

He even saw something about the warehouse that had caught fire reminding him of that night.

It was all usual in Strevus but what mattered to Kyrie was the date.

November 21st, 1342, Netero Era.

The calendar system seemed simple enough. It was twelve months, thirty days each, measured in years since the discovery of Neteros.

Whatever that was. He’d have to learn more about the eras later, but for now, this was enough.

Ding!

[Objective: Learn current date and calendar system] – Success

The carriage jerked back into motion, and Kyrie’s attention switched to the passing buildings.

They were approaching the hospital district. The cobblestone floors looked less filthy.

His gaze moving left and right

And then he saw it.

Hebrew Central Hospital.

The building where he’d woken up. Where Brett Lenhart woke up as Kyrie Shaw and saw this world for the first time.

It was only a few days ago Kyrie thought, staring at the building.

And to think I’ve nearly died twice. He shook his head, a smile on his face.

It was so odd to think he’d been so confused then, so lost.

A few days later and he was leaving Strevus, exiled by circumstances.

Life sure moved fast when you were constantly running away from death.

The hospital soon faded behind them but they were still not close to their destination.

Kyrie turned his attention inward again. He pulled up his System interface, navigating to a section he knew was important but still kept ignoring.

[Sovereignty]

His eyes slid through them. The ones that were locked remained that way.

It was between Unbroken and Replication and he already knew what Unbroken was about. The impregnable fortress in his mind.

His gaze came to the next one.

[Replication]

He expanded the details.

[Replication Capabilities:]

Mimicry

It was basically him being capable of copying observed Psion abilities

[ Inventory:

Psychic invisibility - Available

Raiden - LOCKED]

There were three other slots open.

Then there was the next aspect of this sovereignty, something he actually just overlooked since he was now the soul that harbored this body and the body not needing it any more to adapt and survive.

Mirroring

Basically it allowed him to copy physical appearances, mannerisms, and attitudes.

He could become anything that any situation required.

It seemed to have no energy cost.

The things he could mirror seemed to have no defined duration but required focus for more pronounced alterations.

Kyrie stared at the second ability. Hands on his mouth.

Mirroring

He’d completely overlooked it, focused on the flashier powers of fire control, telekinesis and Void shift.

But this...

This was useful.

He glanced out the window at the pedestrians on the street.

A woman with pale skin, her hair was short, barely grazing her shoulder.

A man with a disfigured nose and heavy eyes.

A teenager with soot-covered hands and a cap.

Kyrie focused on the woman first, activating Mirroring with a thought.

The sensation was nothing he felt before—it was like slipping into a garb made of someone else.

He looked at his reflection in the carriage window and saw her eyes staring back.

Pale skin and short black hair even alittle mole he didn’t really notice was evident.

He released it, and his own face returned.

Next, the man with the disfigured nose. The shift happened instantly. Kyrie’s reflection changed again.

He tried several more, cycling through appearances with ease.

Each one felt natural, effortless. No drain on his energy.

It was like he was meant for this. Like it was in his authority to be able to do so.

I could disappear in Strevus if I needed to,Kyrie realized.

Walk right past Saul himself and he wouldn’t know.

But he wasn’t going to hide. He hated the feeling.

He was leaving. Going somewhere new.

Still, this ability seemed invaluable to adapt and maneuver around life’s rough edges.

Kyrie eyes focused again, this time on something specific.

He willed his hair to shift—from black to white.

His reflection on the mirror showed the change instantly.

White hair that aligned with his crimson eyes.

He wasn’t hiding them anymore, didn’t need to.

He held the transformation as he studied himself.

It felt... right. It was like shedding an old

skin.

He decided to keep the white hair, this was going to be Kyrie’s look from now on.

Kyrie Shaw wasn’t the same person that woke up confused in that hospital.

He’d changed. Grown. Survived.

This was,

"A new life. A new beginning."

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