Since I couldn't do anything productive like escaping, screaming, or starting a holy uprising, I did the next best thing.
I abused my access.
Royal Insignia in hand, I walked straight into the palace library like I owned the place.
Because apparently, I did.
Just… with a leash.
The library was massive. Not the cozy kind with creaky shelves and the smell of old paper. No. This one was the knowledge flex type. High ceilings, floating glyphs, shelves that probably judged your intelligence before letting you touch anything.
I grabbed an alchemy tome and plopped myself into a chair.
Boosting STR, DEF, STA permanently.
Classic.
Ah. Memories.
Back on Earth, these were the kind of potions that sold for ridiculous prices. I used to grind materials like a lunatic, sell them, and funnel the money straight into tuition fees.
Good times.
No gods. No emperors. Just poverty and caffeine.
