On January 1st, Year 1000, Britain sought to reshape the world under a single culture and language. Through aggressive colonization, it conquered much of Europe and attempted to expand its imperial reach into Asia.
When Britain set its sights on Japan, a powerful alliance was formed.
Japan and Russia, aided by Germany, combined military strength and advanced technology. They
Introduce a new weapon known as the Atomic Wave, destroying Utopia Britain's central gateway to the outside world. With its only route severed, Britain was forced into complete isolation.
Two centuries have passed after the war.
Nigeria, a rising nation in Western Africa, dispatched an elite four-member unit to infiltrate the isolated land. Their mission was simple: observe Britain's military power and determine whether it still posed a threat to global stability.
During Urue Everhour speech in Utopia, he was assassinated. The blade pierced his skull, striking dangerously close to his spirit core. Sensing imminent destruction, the core reacted on its own severing Urue Everhour consciousness from his dying body and transformed into a sperm.
A sperm could not carry the memories of his past life as it escaped through time. As a result, Urue Everhour lost everything when he regained his consciousness he was no longer his former self.
Whatever he once was memories, identity, purpose had been stripped away. The sperm lived in the womb of a pregnant woman for nine months as it continues changing form and evolving until it was time for labour. Elizabeth Loid success in giving birth to Urue Everhour after some minutes she gave birth to another son.
George Loid and Elizabeth Loid named thier twin sons the elder son Leywin while the younger son was given the name Lancelot.
The sun lingers low, as if reluctant to leave, brushing the clouds with embers of gold and rose. Blue fades softly into ash and violet, and the light thins gentle, tired, and kind. Clouds drift like quiet thoughts, their edges glowing for a moment before surrendering to dusk.
The air feels hushed.
Shadows grow long, stretching across fields and streets, while the sky prepares its slow descent into night. Somewhere between day and dark.
Urue Everhour had the appearance of a young boy. His eyes were dark green, and his nose was small. His skin was white and smooth like a freshly peeled egg. He had a small mouth and short black hair. His build was slim, and his face was handsome.
Urue Everhour was in a forest, training. He wore white clothes that were mixed with dirt. His body was exhausted and covered in sweat.
Urue Everhour had just returned from training, taken a shower, and dressed in the traditional clothing of the Loid family passed down through generations a crimson suit trimmed with gold, on his wrist rested a magical watch known as the Time Teller, an artifact that automatically adjusted itself to the time of any region. The artifact is like a moving tatoo that show's date and weather at the top and on the down it show's the counting seconds, minutes, and hour.
Urue Everhour glanced at the Time Teller.
06:30 PM.
"…I'm already 30 minutes late."
The succession ceremony starts 06:00 PM. Mother would surely be furious. Today was the day many noble families would announce their successors.
Magic core are the bodies that gathered the essence of the earth they are slave to man.
Urue Everhour eyes we're shut as he recalled a memory from his past life. He slowly opened his eyes as he controlled the magic essence from his magic core to his body.
By channelling magic essence from his core to everywhere part of his body except his head. Urue Everhour ran from Pride Estate to Britannia Castle gate from the gate to the Britannia Succession Hall, he was able to reach the Succession Hall by an hour late.
If Leywin Loid (Urue Everhour) channelled it all the way to his head he might go insane, firstly he does not have spirit core, magic essence cannot be used to enhance the eye, ear, nose and tongue.
Outside of the Succession Hall.
The building stood tall and imposing, its structure both wide and symmetrical. A large door and six windows lined in the front of the building two windows at the center two at the top, their glass dark and unlit, while the door was at the middle. The entire hall was constructed from white bricks so pale and smooth they resembled compacted snow.
Above, the sky was shrouded in darkness, heavy clouds blotting out the moon and stars, lanterns can be seen at both side of the door. No movement could be seen in the open grounds, except for two guards standing rigidly before the closed doors, their silhouettes unmoving against the pale walls, while the ground was pure white and smooth like snow
The building itself was square in shape and rose two storeys high. The lower level formed the grand hall, while the upper floor loomed silently above it.
Carved prominently above the entrance, the words gleamed faintly in the dim light: Succession Hall.
Just as Urue Everhour walked toward the doors of the Succession Hall, he was stopped by the guards.
The former was a female guard clad in white armor, her long black hair flowing freely down her back. She held her helmet at her waist with her left hand. The helmet's eye holes were wide enough to see through clearly. It resembled a mask, but unlike ordinary helms, the mouth and nose were not exposed. Instead, multiple thin slits were carved along the lower portion to allow breathing. The upper part of the helmet was shaped like a rounded hat, decorated with trimmed lines that were purely ornamental rather than functional openings.
Her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword on the opposite side of her waist, secured to a white belt. Her dark eyes crackled with seriousness as she stared at Urue Everhour and said,
"The ceremony has already started. You cannot enter without an invitation card."
The latter guard wore full armor identical to the female guard. His helmet completely covered his face, concealing any expression. Unlike his companion, he did not look at Urue Everhour and instead faced forward, standing motionless.
Urue Everhour clenched his hands as he stared at his time teller. At the top of the device, the date and weather were displayed. In the weather section, a half moon was shown, covered by clouds. In the date section, it read 1st of April, 1218. At the bottom of the time teller, the time displayed was 07:33 in bold and large while PM was small.
Urue Everhour felt uneasy as he shifted his gaze from his wrist to the female guard. He then took out a white invitation card from his pocket. On the outside of the card, Succession Ceremony was written at the top. Beneath it, the words were larger and read King Afred. Below that were the words invites you to attend the succession ceremony, and lastly, the date and avenue was written at the bottom of the card.
As soon as the female guard saw the invitation card, she bowed and said, "My lord, please allow me to escort you insi..."
Before she could finish speaking, Urue Everhour waved his left hand from right to left, interrupting her.
"No need. There's no need. You have already wasted a lot of my time. Just open the door, then get out of my sight."
She replied, "Yes, my lord. Your wish is my command." She raised her head, though it remained lowered, not daring to look Urue Everhour in the eyes. She then turned and walked toward the door. Both guards opened it.
As light spilled from the opening doorway, Urue Everhour did not waste a single moment. He sprinted into the hall. The hall was filled with noise, laughter, and happiness. No one noticed him, so he simply blended into the crowd as the guards began to close the door. The Hall was filled with Nobles and almost all the important people in Britainnia.
The hall was filled with nobles and almost all the important people in Britannia.
Long banquet tables stretched across the marble floor in neat lines, draped with deep crimson cloth embroidered with golden thread. Plates of carefully arranged food—roasted meats, fresh bread, fruits, and polished silver goblets—rested before the guests, untouched by haste, enjoyed with practiced restraint. Servants moved quietly between the tables, their steps measured, heads lowered, refilling cups and adjusting seats without drawing attention to themselves.
Men and women of high standing gathered in small circles, their voices low but confident Conversations revolved around trade routes, border tensions, succession politics, and alliances sealed or broken through marriage. Every smile carried calculation; every laugh masked intent. Noblewomen wore layered gowns of silk and velvet, their jewelry subtle but unmistakably expensive, while noblemen stood in tailored coats and ceremonial uniforms, each insignia reflect lineage and rank.
At the far end of the hall stood a raised platform and modest. A long table rested upon it, reserved for the royal family and those closest to the throne. Behind it hung banners bearing the symbols of Britannia clean, symmetrical, and unmistakably authoritative. Empty seats there drew more attention than occupied ones.
Guards lined the walls at even intervals, standing upright with disciplined stillness. Their presence was unobtrusive no one crossed the center of the hall without reason, and every movement toward the platform was quietly observed.
Music played softly from one corner string instruments, calm and refined serving as a backdrop rather than a focus. The atmosphere was formal, controlled, and heavy with expectation, as though everyone present understood that this event was not merely a ceremony. Beneath the polished floors and courteous gestures, the future of Britannia was being weighed, judged, and silently contested.
A familiar voice echoed across the chamber.
All eyes turned toward the center of the hall.
A woman dressed in a black suit said.
"Representative of the House of Loid, George Loid, please step forward.
"Attention, everyone," the man announced proudly. "As you all know, I am George Loid, head of the House of Loid."
The hall fell silent everyone stopped whatever they were doing and stared at George Loid listening to whatever comes out of his mouth.
"For generations, the Loid family has produced talented knights and loyal nobles. With wild magic beasts and monsters attacking Britannia more frequently, our kingdom needs strong heirs who can protect, guide, and serve the kingdom."
George raised his hand.
"I, George Loid, have chosen my successor my son, Lancelot Loid."
Murmurs erupted throughout the hall.
Lancelot Loid stepped forward, smiling confidently.
"I am honored to serve this kingdom," he said. "I will do my utmost to surpass all expectations."
Then, to everyone's surprise, he walked straight toward Urue Everhour.
"Big brother," he said gently. "I'm sorry for your misfortune. Even if the heavens and the earth abandon you, I will not. I will stay by your side and protect you because that's what brothers do right?."
Lancelot Loid extended his hand his eyes closed as he smiled.
"Join me. Work under me. Let's make this kingdom a better place."
Urue Everhour froze.
This time, he was completely outmatched in intelligence, reputation, and power. In that moment, he realized that his dream… was over before it had a chance to start.
Minutes passed.
Urue Everhour didn't move a muscle.
Whispers filled the hall.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Why won't he accept?"
"What a pathetic noble…"
A woman in a crimson-red gown trimmed with yellow threads that gleamed like gold walked toward Lancelot Loid and Urue Everhour. The fabric of her dress flowed smoothly with each step, hugging her figure without excess, its color commanding attention without being loud.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back like ink poured over silk. She had large, dark-blue eyes that seemed calm yet observant, taking in everything before her without haste. Her nose was small and delicate, perfectly shaped, and her skin was pale and tender, smooth like that of a freshly peeled egg. Under the light of the hall, her presence stood out.
"Leywin," she said softly. "You know how this works. Kiss Lancelot's hand and swear your loyalty to him." This woman was none other than Elizabeth Loid the mother of Leywin Loid and Lancelot Loid.
Before Leywin Loid could respond, Lancelot Loid snapped impatiently.
"Mother, he's not a child. Let him decide for himself."
Urue Everhour clenched his fists.
"That's enough, Mother," Urue Everhour said firmly. "Lance is right." He raised his head, his gaze meeting Lancelot's.
Tears streamed down Elizabeth's cheeks.
"No matter your decision," she whispered, "I will always love and support you."
The hall fell completely silent.
Hearing those words made Leywin Loid smiled.
"I have chosen my own path. I will not live in anyone's shadow. From this moment on, everything I do will be by my own free will."
Urue Everhour turned away and walked slowly out of the hall.
"I was born free, and i chose to live a free life i will never live in anyone shadow, freedom is worth more than living."
Urue Everhour was about to step outside of the Hall when he heard a familiar voice.
"Arrest that ungrateful child!" George roared.
Lancelot smiled calmly.
"Let him go, he's family, he will realize his mistake eventually and ask for forgiveness."
Urue Everhour didn't look back. He's mind was filled with conflicting thoughts.
What should I do now?
Can I survive on my own?
Why is reality so cruel?