Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus and Aria landed on the golden field, and without hesitation, Aria ran toward Aron.

She knelt down and embraced him gently, careful not to hurt him. A warmth unlike anything he had ever felt before radiated from her—a soothing, protective presence that made Aron freeze in shock for a moment.

Aengus approached as well, his gaze soft yet filled with depth. He studied the boy's face, taking in every detail, every resemblance. This was his son—their son.

After countless cycles of loss and separation, he was finally a father again.

A profound sense of fulfillment washed over him, but with it came a solemn vow.

No matter what, this time, he would protect their family. No more losses. No more tragedies.

Aron gasped for air, letting out a soft squeal as he tried to wiggle free from the woman's embrace.

"Who are you, miss?" he asked, stepping back cautiously.

She was breathtakingly beautiful—unlike anyone he had ever seen. But more than that, there was something oddly familiar about her. A strange warmth coursed through him, something that whispered of kinship.

His gaze then shifted to the man standing nearby, smiling at him like he had been waiting for this moment forever.

Was the man mad?

Despite his confusion, Aron knew one thing—these two were powerful beyond comprehension. He had to tread carefully.

Aria chuckled, amused by her son's sharp instincts.

"Look, Zytherion, how clever our child is. He definitely inherited his mother's wits," she said proudly.

Aengus—Zytherion—smirked. "Are you calling me a fool, Aria? But hey, look at my son, he's got my hair and my physique."

The elderly couple trembled as they finally found their voices.

"S-Son? What do you mean, my lord and lady?"

Beside them, Aron blinked in shock.

Son?

Had these powerful strangers mistaken him for someone else?

His whole life, he had been told his parents were dead. Yet now, here they were—claiming to be his real parents?

His mind raced. If they were truly his parents, why didn't his grandparents recognize them?

Or… was it possible?

Could he not be their real grandchild after all?

His little head spun with possibilities, but in the end, he turned to the elderly couple.

He had lived with them all his life. He trusted them first.

Yet deep inside, no matter how much he tried to deny it…

He couldn't ignore the strange, undeniable pull toward the divine couple before him.

Aria's voice was warm yet firm as she declared, "I am your real mother, Aron. And he is your father. We have come to take you back."

She wasn't just speaking to Aron—her words were also directed at the elderly couple who had raised him.
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The old couple stiffened, their hands trembling slightly.

They had always known Aron was special. But never in their wildest dreams did they imagine he was the son of gods.

As they glanced between the boy and the divine figures before them, they couldn't deny the resemblance.

He belonged to them.

And with that realization came a deep sadness—the sorrow of impending separation.

The old man cleared his throat, forcing a smile. "Oh, oh… is that so? Why don't we head to our humble abode, my lord, my lady? We can talk there."

Then, as if afraid they might offend, he quickly added, "Don't get us wrong. We just… need to verify some things."

Aron, who had been silent until now, suddenly clenched his fists.

His chest felt heavy. His little heart pounded.

He turned to his grandparents, his voice trembling.

"Grandpa, Grandma… am I really not your real grandchild?"

His big, round eyes were already filled with unshed tears.

After a heavy sigh, they nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, we lied to you, Aron," the old man admitted regrettably.

His wife gently squeezed Aron's small hands, her eyes misty. "You were never our grandchild. We… never had children of our own, unfortunately. But when we found you that day, we decided to raise you as our own."

The old man continued, his voice trembling slightly. "We tried to give you everything you deserved. But our old age and this tiny village… they held us back. We could never give you the life you truly deserved."

Aron's lips trembled, his vision blurring with tears.

"But know this, Aron," his grandmother whispered, pulling him close, her frail hands stroking his black hair. "You were never a stranger to us. You became our light in the darkest days. We couldn't have asked for anything more when you arrived in our lives."

Their voices cracked with raw emotion as they embraced him tightly, as if afraid he would slip away forever.

"No, no! I don't want to go back!" Aron protested, shaking his head. His small fists clenched, his heart unwilling to accept the truth so suddenly.

Aria's expression softened, filled with heartache. "My son, I'm truly sorry for abandoning you… but we had no choice." Her voice wavered, her sorrow evident.

With heavy hearts, they all stepped inside the small wooden house. The room was humble, filled with the scent of aged wood and home-cooked meals. Aengus and Aria sat down, and slowly, they began to explain everything—the reasons behind their choices, the dangers that surrounded Aron's birth, and the sacrifices they had made to keep him safe.

As the elderly couple and Aron listened, their expressions shifted from disbelief to awe. It all sounded like a grand fairytale, something beyond their imagination.

Aron stared at his supposed parents with wide eyes. "You're saying… you rule over thousands of worlds? You're that powerful?" His young mind struggled to grasp the concept.

"Hehe... " Aria chuckled sweetly.

The elderly couple, meanwhile, sat in stunned silence, realizing just how insignificant they were compared to the beings in front of them. No matter what, they wouldn't be able to stop them if they wanted to take Aron back by force.

After a moment of silence, Aron's eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity. "If you're really telling the truth, can you show me some magic?" he asked with childish innocence.

He had always dreamed of becoming a Law Master, but he had never even seen one before. He had only heard stories from the villagers.

Aengus chuckled, ruffling his son's hair. "Why don't you demonstrate for our son, Aria?"

He glanced toward the elderly couple as indicating something.

Aria's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Oh? You want to see some magic, my dear son? Then watch closely…!"

She lifted her hand, her golden aura flaring with divine brilliance as she prepared to show off before her son.