Chapter 1 : dreams of
I wish to unify the world… not kingdoms, not lands—everything.
“Wake up—wake up you fool—!”
THUD.
Pain exploded across my ribs before my eyes even opened. “Ouch—hey—stop beating me—!”
“I finally you wake up,” the man spat. “Go to work. Remember… you are a slave.”
“…Yes sir.”
That’s me. Napoli. Slave of Kingdom Vlarie.
This kingdom is the biggest slave market in the world. People don’t come here to live—they come here to be sold, to break, to disappear.
“Napoli! Come here!”
“Yes sir!”
I ran fast, head down. Always head down. The one calling me was Jadon, my manager. Not a noble, not a king—but still above me. Because in this world, even trash has ranks, and I am below all of them.
1200 – Void Year.
The world is split into 22 kingdoms across two massive continents. All ruled the same way—monarchy. Power by blood, not by worth.
And here, inside the courtyard of Vlarie palace, you could see it clearly: a child beating grown men again and again.
Why?
Because he is royal.
Sini Valeri. Twelve years old. Prince of Vlarie. Future king. Monster.
“Stand up!”
I forced my body up, legs shaking, vision blurring. Before I could fully rise—
“HA—!”
His foot slammed into my chest, throwing me back to the ground. The air left my lungs instantly.
“Too slow,” he laughed. A child’s voice… but empty. Cruel.
The hits didn’t stop. Kick, punch, stick—again and again. I stopped counting after ten. My back burned as warm blood slid down my skin, mixing with old scars and new wounds.Around us, other slaves stood silent, watching. Not helping. They can’t. If they move, they die.
I asked myself the same question again: Why is this world like this?
And I answered myself the same way: Because no one breaks it.
But I will.
I will tear it apart. I will unite it, even if I have to drown it in blood.
That night was quiet. No chains for now, no shouting, no footsteps—just me.
“Ha… ha…” I sat against the wall, body shaking. “I cannot stand that child…” I laughed, dry and broken, then coughed. Blood spilled from my mouth.
No one saw. Good.
I closed my eyes and sang softly.
🎶 That is my dream… unification… 🎶
🎶 Talking to myself… fake path… full pain… 🎶
“Your song is terrible.”
My eyes snapped open.
A girl stood there in a white dress, too clean for this place. Her voice was soft, but her words were sharp like blades.
“No one has the right to say my song is terrible… you bitch.”
A flash—something moved fast.
Knife.
Straight for my neck.
My body reacted before my mind. I tilted just enough; the blade missed by inches. Training? No—just beatings. Pain teaches fast.
“Hey! Why are you throwing that?! What did I do?!”
She smiled calmly. “Why? Not fun?”
“You—!”
THUD.
Darkness swallowed everything.
I woke slowly in a dim place lit by flickering candles. Seven figures surrounded me, faces hidden, identities erased.
The girl stepped forward. “I am Cila. I like your reaction speed. You are adapting.”
I stayed silent, watching.
“You want to join us?” she asked. “We are a black organisation. Revolutionary.”
I smiled slightly. “What profit for me?”
Silence filled the room. Some shifted, surprised.
“We give you a seat,” she said, raising her hand. “One of seven. After the revolution, we rule. We decide.”
I thought for a moment, then smiled wider. “Still monarchy… but fine. I accept.”
No hesitation.
“Your job—spy on the royal family.”
“That’s all?”
“That itself is risk.”
“Oh…” I smiled again. Perfect.
The next day was the same—same sun, same pain.
“HA—!”
But this time, I changed.
I dropped to my knees, hands together, head bowed. I prayed.
Sini stopped. “…Why are you praying? I’m beating you.”
“Because you are like a god,” I said softly. “Your beating is a blessing.”
Shock spread around us, but Sini smiled.
“What do you want?”
“I want to join your special force.”
“Oh? That all?” He laughed. “Okay.”
Just like that.
Inside, I laughed. Too easy.
For five years, I watched him, studied him, fed him sweet words until he trusted me completely.
Two years later, I joined the Wanderers—his elite force.
Training. Pain. Endless waiting.
Sini? Still the same. Enjoying life, ten wives, no awareness.
No fear.
Night—122 Void Year. Jinix Month. Dragon Day 10. 11:00 PM.
The biggest tree in the world stood silent. No one came here at night.
I stood there and sang.
🎶 Help me… help me… 🎶
🎶 No… now time… 🎶
🎶 Bloody day coming… 🎶
Behind me, ten hooded men appeared like shadows. No words, no hesitation—only action.
They moved.
11:30 PM—300 soldiers dead.
🎶 My path full blood… 🎶
🎶 White rose… I make red… 🎶
11:58 PM—commanders dead.
11:59 PM—Sini woke up.
Too late.
They killed him. No speech, no mercy. His head was taken… and given to me.
Warm. Heavy.
I smiled.
🎶 God dead… 🎶
🎶 Now… I am king… 🎶
I walked through silent, blood-covered halls and reached the princes. They stood frozen.
I threw the head. It rolled and stopped in front of them.
“Now…” I said calmly, looking at their terrified faces.
“We talk deal.”
To be continue
