I died once reaching for a woman whose face I can no longer remember.

Reborn into the Vorn Dynasty—a brutal family that rules over thirteen worlds—I was supposed to be a genius. Instead, I was declared broken. My soul is fractured, my memories are gone, and my own siblings view me as nothing more than a lamb for the slaughter.

But the cracks in my soul aren't empty. They're filled with something ancient.

[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION...]
[SOUL INTEGRITY: 47%]
[THE DARKNESS CALLS]

With the power to crush my enemies with gravity and fry their nerves with lightning, I will carve a path through the blood of my rivals. I will unearth the mystery of my past death, reclaim the woman haunting my dreams, and tear down the empires that dare to stand in my way.

But power isn't the only thing I crave.

In a universe where betrayal is the only constant, I find solace in the arms of those brave enough to love a monster. From the icy assassin sent to kill me, to the time-bending beauty who has watched me die seventeen times before—I will collect their hearts, their bodies, and their absolute devotion.

This isn't a story about a hero.
This is a story about a monster who chose to be one—and the people who love him anyway.
The question isn't whether he'll find her.
The question is what's left of him when he does.
He doesn't save people. He claims them. And somehow, that's worse.

This novel contains explicit sexual content, a demanding harem, dark themes, and a cunning protagonist who plays the villain as easily as he plays the lover. You have been warned.

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This was absolute—a void so complete that it swallowed thought itself. Kael floated in it, or perhaps he simply ceased to exist. There was no up or down, no warmth or cold, no sensation of body or breath.


He might have drifted for seconds. He might have drifted for centuries.


A soft, golden warmth of afternoon sun filtering through crystalline windows. The darkness peeled away like old skin, and sensation returned in a flood so overwhelming that Kael gasped.


But the gasp came from a voice that wasn't his own.


Kael tried to move, to look around, to understand—but his body didn't respond to his commands. He was trapped inside this small form like a passenger in someone else's skin, seeing through eyes that weren't his, feeling through hands that looked too little and small to be his.


Chapter 122 - Chapter 122: The Prince