Silver-haired少年Flynn stood at the center of the altar in "Titan Era" Academy, when suddenly the awakening array beneath his feet exploded into crimson patterns. Not the rumored C-tier. Not even the long-anticipated B-tier— An A-tier Titan had descended. The crowd fell deathly silent—then erupted into chaos. A woman in red robes descended from the sky, her finger tracing Flynn’s jawline. “Come with me. Resources, power, women… Name your desire. I’ll raze entire cities for you.” An elder in white robes leaned on his staff, whispering, “Fine talent, but not yet peerless. Swallow the ‘Dragon Blood Pill,’ and I’ll elevate you to the heavens in a single step.” A golden-haired warlord clapped mockingly. “Pathetic. An A-tier dares call itself genius? You’re nothing but fate’s discarded pawn—too weak even to be a stepping stone.” Three factions clashed, tension razor-sharp. Just as Flynn’s throat moved, about to speak— Blizzards roared to life. A dark figure emerged from the frozen north, treading upon snow. With every step, the earth cracked and space hummed. He pushed back his hood. Gasps echoed across the arena. Flynn’s voice trembled: “…Grandfather?” The old man didn’t even glance at him. He raised a hand. Boom—! A fire dragon plunged from the clouds, its claws tearing apart the academy tower; A thousand-ton rhino burst through the earth veins, its horn lifting the entire training ground into the air. “Who dares touch my grandson?” The words dropped like thunder. And every warrior knelt. Elite masters from three great academies collapsed onto one knee, crushed by overwhelming bloodline pressure. Flynn looked up, trembling. “You’re… SS-tier?!” At last, the old man turned—his gaze icy. “I am. But you? You're merely S-tier. Nowhere close.” The crowd sucked in their breath. S-tier? A once-in-a-thousand-years, world-ending aptitude! But before anyone could process the revelation, the headmaster of Black Tortoise Academy suddenly screamed: “Wait! His awakening stone… it's identical to the one that shattered in our vault a century ago?!” The camera zoomed in—the cracked stone at the altar’s heart bore ancient engravings glowing faintly: [Offered to the Patricide] Flynn’s blood turned to ice. Memories surged— A snowy night in his childhood. He’d watched his grandfather nail an old man to an icy cliff, holding in his hand a glowing stone… “Why?” he croaked. The old man stared at him, then slowly smiled: “Because true Titans don’t need awakening. We… came to collect what’s owed.” Snow howled again. The fire dragon roared toward the heavens. In the next second, the grandfather turned—placed a palm upon Flynn’s crown— “Now, it’s your turn.” “Take back their power. All of it.” This is a Titan Era where Flynn Lester has transmigrated. In this world, underground caverns have ope