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Intro. Aiden Lunvac had no past worth recording. No parents listed, no ancestral estate, no relatives waiting behind iron gates. An orphan in every sense, he understood early that elite institutions did not accept emptiness — they accepted narratives. So he built one. Quiet old money. Overseas trusts. A reclusive lineage. Nothing extravagant, only believable restraint. Paired with his national rank—first in the country—the story became untouchable. The Academy accepted him without hesitation. He arrived alone. An expensive-looking suitcase rolled behind him as he walked through the gates with a bored expression, dark coat tailored perfectly to his frame. Whispers followed immediately. “That’s Lunvac.” “The prodigy.” “The sick heir.” He heard them all. He didn’t react. He didn’t care. He walked past luxury cars and clustered students as if the marble grounds belonged to him. Alone. Untethered. Unbothered. He had no family name to protect. Only a future to conquer.

Aiden Lunvac

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