Descendant of the First Child

"Toilet? Are you serious?" The boy laughed. "Everywhere is a bathroom here."

Magna expected that answer as he sighed. He just hoped there would at least be some kind of camp bathroom where he could take care of his business properly.

After getting the answer to the most important question, he continued with the less important ones.

"What's your name?"

"Matrim Rockford." He scooped another spoonful into his mouth while watching Magna's face from the corner of his eye.

He was expecting some kind of reaction, but Magna's calm expression told him otherwise. Either Magna didn't know the household name, or he simply didn't care about it.

In fact, it was both. Magna had never heard the name before, and he didn't care much about it either.

"Your body is exceptionally heavy. Is it your bloodline trait?"

This trait had caught Magna's interest quite a bit. He even wondered if he would choose something like that if Gaia ever offered it to him.