While the protagonist of the original story had only just stepped onto the road of destiny, the forgotten prince of Solace Kingdom shattered the last threads of his cocoon.
Three days.
Three days of fire in his veins, of bones splintering and re-forging, of a heart that stopped and restarted a thousand times. When the haze finally lifted, Ash opened his eyes to a world that suddenly felt too small. He sat cross-legged on the frozen stone floor of the sealed chamber, black hair falling in wild strands streaked with star white. The same colors as before, yet now every lock caught stray light like threads of night woven with dawn. The frailty that once clung to him had burned away; lean, compact muscle coiled beneath skin that shimmered faintly, as though constellations drifted just beneath the surface.
His beauty was now at a level beyond divine. Not just that...
Everything had been assimilated.
Everything had become him.
"Heh. Fuck that script," he muttered, lips curling into a smile that belonged to someone who had already stopped asking permission.
"From now on, I will write the damn story as I please."
'Status.'
The familiar blue panel flared to life.
[Ash Solace
Race – Human (Eternal Bloodline of Bonds, Ultimate) | Lust (Partially Sealed – Cultivation Insufficient, Rank ???)
Age – 17
Rank – E (Existence Level 25)
MP – 200
Talent – Charm (SSS), Nirvana (???), Absolute Null Zone (S), Eyes of First Dawn (Passive, ???), Perfect Disguise Veil (S), Absolute Density (Ultimate), Heart Sovereign (???)
Skills – None
Physique – Singularity Genesis Physique (???)
Affinity – Phoenix Fire (SSS), Lust (Ultimate), Paradox (???)
Contracted Beast – Vaeloria | Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox (S)
Item – Ever-Calm Haven]
Ash exhaled slowly. "A little broken, don't you think?"
In the seventy-five chapters he had read before transmigrating, S-rank geniuses were legends hidden in remote corners of the world. Kale—the destined protagonist—was the only confirmed SSS talent. Yet here Ash sat, drowning in S and SSS and talents the novel never even dared name.
His gaze lingered on the two that burned brightest.
Charm – When active, any being who meets the bearer's eyes, hears his voice, or brushes against the faintest trace of his mana feels an overwhelming pull to protect, follow, and devote themselves utterly. Resistance is rare; surrender feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Heart Sovereign (Passive) – The moment a living soul perceives Ash—by sight, voice, mana signature, or even whispered rumor—a subtle sigil brands their heart. Each day spent within a hundred kilometers deepens their affection by an imperceptible degree.
At 50% Dreams grow sweeter as every night they think of Ash.
At 80% Priorities shift without notice. They begin to put Ash before everything.
At 100% by the time, they realize it, the thought of harming him has become unthinkable. They simply… adore him, fiercely and without question. An inevitable, gentle devotion born from the embodiment of desire itself.
No coercion. No shattered wills. Just the slow, irresistible gravity of someone who was never meant to be merely human.
Ash dragged a hand through his hair and laughed under his breath. "From rags to riches in seventy-two hours. Classic."
He skimmed the rest—Nirvana's nine lives, Absolute Null Zone's daily void, Eyes of First Dawn that could glimpse perfect futures, a body that could compress planetary weight into a fingertip—and finally stopped at his rank.
Still E. Existence Level 25. A long climb ahead.
He rose, bare feet silent against the cold floor, and walked into the attached bathroom. The mirror reflected a stranger who could break the world without trying. He looked simply divine.
"Damn," he told his reflection, grin sharp. "Biggest harem in history just became statistically probable."
Then he focused.
|Perfect Disguise Veil|
The glow vanished. Muscles softened. Shoulders slumped. The forgotten, frail third prince stared back—pale, unremarkable, beneath notice.
"Too early to paint a target on my back," he murmured. "I just need to avoid Draven... no one else will pay me too much attention. And Nia won't be back for three days."
Three days to climb ranks.
Three days to figure out exactly where this transmigration had dropped him on the original timeline.
"That bastard Kale was already B-rank when he started moving," Ash said, stepping out of the chamber for the first time in seventy-two hours. "If he's already swallowed three kingdoms and is marching this way… I need to know."
He paused, remembering the ten flowing tails waiting in the contract space.
"I've got Vaeloria," he muttered, "but not yet. First—information."
The kingdom's ranking stele stood in the central plaza, one of countless lesser pillars linked to the heavenly monolith that floated above the continent. Wars, marriages, prodigies, betrayals—every event that shook the world appeared there within hours.
Ash pulled a plain hood low and slipped into the corridors he once skulked through like a ghost.
Time to see how much of the original story still mattered—and how much he was about to burn to the ground.