Genius Noble With System
Chapter 355: Return

Chapter 355: Return

The journey to Rion took two weeks.

As Rion was isolated, tucked deep within a forgotten corner of the universe where space itself wept and twisted.

Endless space distortions riddled the route—regions where space bent irregularly, and void beasts prowled unseen folds of reality. Space storms, vast cosmic tempests of fractured laws and chaotic fury, roared across the void unpredictably. Even a peak Void god-level spaceship would get destroyed if it got caught in these terrifying calamities.

It was truly in a different and dangerous area of the universe.

On the fourteenth day, the void storm began to settle. The ark descended slowly through an expanse of warped nebulae and fragmented light.

A blue star flickered in the distance, and beneath it, a quiet, green world cloaked in multiple layers of divine arrays came into view.

Rion.

As the ship neared, Apollo’s eyes narrowed. He sensed it immediately.

Something had changed. He felt a very unique atmosphere from Rion, which made him doubt for a second, as he wasn’t sure whether this aura had been present before but he couldn’t feel because of his weak strength or whether something had really changed.

But he didn’t wait any longer.

"Let go; land in the eastern continent.

The ship altered course, angling downward like a silent predator breaking through layers of space. He and others immediately suppressed their aura to the peak of void as the Rion was covered with an ancient runic formation, preventing anyone from the above Void God realm from entering.

He looked at the runic formation from outer space with interest, as he felt it was very mysterious and powerful. That even eternal gods cannot break through it.

The spaceship slowed as they approached the eastern continent—a vast green and gold land surrounded by shimmering rivers and deep valleys. Mountains studded the horizon, but his destination was the most familiar place.

Fletcher Estate.

His home.

Swoosh—

The ark silently pierced the upper boundary of the runic formation.

Nothing happened.

It allowed them through—smoothly.

They descended through the clouds like a whisper. Wind brushed against the sides of the ship, carrying scents of earth, trees, and something else—something ancient and faintly divine.

The moment they entered the Rion atmosphere on the eastern continent, some powerful Void gods noticed the disturbance in the atmosphere, as they didn’t try to hide.

But Apollo didn’t care; he directly ordered the spaceship to move toward his family’s estate.

The guardians stood quietly behind him, disciplined, as the ship glided lower and lower through Rion’s sky. The familiar landscape of the eastern continent grew clearer—rolling emerald plains, ancient forests swaying in the wind, and the snow-dusted tips of the mountain peaks in the far distance.

Apollo narrowed his eyes again.

The Fletcher Estate slowly emerged—unchanged in structure. Seeing this, he couldn’t help but get lost in those memories when he just began his journey.

The colossal ship hovered like a myth above the Fletcher territory.

It cast a long shadow across the rolling hills and quiet fields where golden wheat swayed in the morning breeze.

The sudden appearance of the massive spaceship naturally caused quite a shock among the people who lived in Fletcher family’s territory. Most of the people were pale seeing the colossal ship in the sky, as they were ordinary people who didn’t even reach the first rank limit breaker realm.

Children clutched their mothers. Farmers dropped their tools. Some knelt by instinct, thinking a divine calamity had arrived.

Inside the Fletcher Castle situation was also equally intense, as they could feel the terror of the power of the ship, especially two old men, Old Aragon and Grandpa Williams, who were the strongest.

"Wait... this aura..." they whispered.

But before he could finish, the spaceship gently landed outside the estate gates, not with thunder or divine might, but with an eerie calm that seemed more oppressive than any display of power.

The ship’s doors hissed open.

Wind swept past the surrounding grass as Apollo stepped down in flowing dark robes streaked with threads of cosmic silver. His blue-silver hair stirred in the breeze. His face was calm, his expression serene—but the power sleeping behind his eyes could topple kingdoms and destroy the continents.

The guardians behind him didn’t move.

They stood like statues, void-honed warriors carrying an aura that made even the entire Fletcher family’s territory flinch beneath them.

But all eyes were on Apollo.

The young guards at the outer gate of Fletcher Castle, many of them recent recruits, almost dropped their weapons. One of them, trembling, whispered, "Who are they?"

A senior soldier who served the family for decades collapsed to his knees, but when he finally got a good look, he was shocked. "That’s... the Young Master... No—Lord Apollo!"

Before long, a group rushed to the gates. Old Man Aragon arrived first, followed by Grandpa Williams. Both elders stopped just a few paces away from the ship, their eyes searching, verifying—grappling with disbelief.

And then—

Apollo smiled.

"Grandpa. Old Aragon. I’m home."

The tension shattered. The silence broke.

Grandpa William’s jaw trembled slightly. He stepped forward, hand half-raised, unsure if he was greeting a dream.

"You’ve... grown," he finally said, eyes moistening.

Old Man Aragon chuckled dryly, his voice thick. "You think? Even my bones are shaking. This boy’s no longer the same."

Apollo walked forward, and the two elders opened their arms. The embrace wasn’t long—but it didn’t need to be.

A moment later, his father and mother arrived, and his mother, not caring about anything, quickly came to him.

She didn’t say a word.

Apollo barely had time to turn before her arms wrapped tightly around him, pulling him into the kind of embrace that spoke of sleepless nights and quiet prayers whispered to the stars. Her fingers trembled against his back, her face buried in his chest.

"My little boy..." she breathed, though the man before her now stood taller than most kings and carried an aura that even gods would pause to study.

Apollo’s expression softened.

The power that had made stars tremble, the pride that awed an entire generation—none of it mattered here. In this embrace, he was once again just a son returning home.