I Transmigrated as Omega Prince

First Official Demonstration

The day of Jay’s first official royal demonstration arrived with the kind of tension that made the air itself feel heavier. The Astrelian royal hall had been prepared meticulously: tables gleaming with polished silver, banners fluttering with the crest of the empire, and a gallery of noble guests whose expectations weighed like invisible chains on every polished floorboard.

Jay stood at the edge of the grand hall, trying to steady the orb of swirling magical energy hovering above his hand. Sweat prickled at his brow, though the room was comfortably warm. Today, he wasn’t just learning-he would perform. And perform meant every skill he’d learned in the past months would be scrutinized at once.

Seraphine appeared beside him, her Alpha energy radiating calm authority. “Remember, Jay,” she said softly, leaning close, “control the magic. Let it flow through you, but do not force it. Your posture, your movements, your presence-all of it must convey confidence.”

Jay nodded, feeling the weight of her gaze. His fingers twitched, and the orb spun faster, threatening to expand beyond his control.

System 004: Host! Stress levels critical! Performance anxiety detected! Multiple skill application: required! Hearts racing!

“System… if I fail, will you clean up the mess?” Jay muttered, glaring at the glittering sparkles floating in his vision.

Host! Negative reinforcement ineffective! You WILL succeed! Or chaos ensues! Fun for everyone!

He groaned, letting the orb pulse calmly, forcing himself to focus. A deep breath, steady stance, and a slight shift of his shoulders-a mental checklist Seraphine had drilled into him countless times.

The first guests began entering: nobles, emissaries, and a few foreign dignitaries. Jay straightened, recalling Theo’s lessons. His posture was impeccable, shoulders back, gaze level. Politeness, grace, and subtle confidence-the trifecta of etiquette.

Lucien’s voice echoed in his memory: Every motion conveys intention. Your sword, your stance, your magic-it all speaks.

Jay glanced at the ceremonial sword resting on a stand nearby. He picked it up, feeling the balance and weight. With a deep inhale, he executed the opening form Lucien had drilled into him. The steel sang as it cut the air, precise and deliberate. Not a single misstep.

System 004: Host! Sword form perfect! Precision 98%! Alpha presence: high! Jealousy levels rising in household assistant!

Luther hovered near the edge of the hall, jaw tight, eyes darting between Jay’s controlled movements and the crowd. His chest heaved slightly with unspoken worry, but he did not interfere.

Meanwhile, Jay’s fingers hovered over the orb again. Magic energy swirled, responding obediently to his will. He had to manipulate the orb to form a protective barrier over the ceremonial display table-where priceless artifacts representing Astrelia’s heritage were laid out-without spilling a spark or destroying a priceless relic.

He exhaled slowly, focusing. The orb obeyed, forming a glowing dome above the table, shimmering like liquid light. Guests murmured in awe, some leaning forward to watch the delicate interplay of magic.

System 004: Host! Magical display flawless! Applause probability: 92%! Heart tension: extreme!

Jay allowed himself a brief smile. *Okay… I’ve got this. I think I’ve got this.*

Then Aldrin appeared at the side, eyes assessing him with calm authority. “Remember the governance demonstration,” he reminded, motioning toward a set of scrolls on a nearby podium. Jay stepped toward them, recalling Aldrin’s lessons. Reading aloud the decrees while demonstrating magic and sword skill required careful modulation of tone, posture, and timing.

He began to speak, voice steady, enunciating every word with deliberate clarity. The orb glowed gently, the sword remained balanced, and Jay maintained a posture of absolute control. The guests’ eyes widened at the seamless integration of multiple skills.

Yven appeared at his side, whispering loudly just for Jay’s ears, “Observe the social cues of each noble! Their posture, their eyes, their subtle movements-respond accordingly!”

Jay’s eyes flicked across the crowd. A noble shifting weight to the left indicated impatience; a hand raised slightly hinted at inquiry; subtle glances communicated approval or disdain. He adjusted his stance, tone, and gaze to convey attentiveness and command, his body becoming an instrument of diplomacy, performance, and authority all at once.

System 004: Host! Multitasking level: godlike! Heartstrings pulled! Jealous assistant hyperventilating!

Jay caught Luther’s wide-eyed expression out of the corner of his vision. The assistant’s chest heaved, lips parted, clearly trying not to collapse in a heap of worry and adoration. Jay smirked faintly. Yes, yes, panic all you want.

But the task wasn’t over. Celeste had reminded him that practical household arts could demonstrate leadership and awareness of commoner skills. He picked up a small tray, balancing crystal cups without disturbing the orb’s protective dome, bowing slightly as he presented the drinks to the nearest guests with precise etiquette. Each movement was measured, deliberate, and flawless.

A few whispered compliments reached him, their eyes noting his versatility. Jay’s heart raced-not from fear, but from the exhilarating rush of control, mastery, and the subtle thrill of having his every skill recognized simultaneously.

Suddenly, a ripple of movement outside caught his attention. Two figures entered quietly, dragging eyes wide at the display. One was a sleek black dragon, scales glinting in the hall light, the other a pure white dragon with ethereal wings tucked against their sides. They weren’t just magical beasts-they radiated intelligence, aura, and an inexplicable familiarity.

System 004: Host! Candidate #4 and #5 detected! Heart rate: critical! Multitasking focus may drop!

The crowd murmured, not in fear, but in respect and awe. Dragons were rare in Astrelia, symbols of ancient power, yet none reacted with hostility. Only Jay, through the system, could understand the stakes.

The King’s calm voice cut through the tension. “These visitors are the Queen’s nephew and niece,” he announced, gesturing toward the dragons with a dignified sweep of his hand. 

Host! Rare, precious, and complex! Multi-species candidate integration! Perfect for chaos and romance!

Jay groaned, massaging his temples. This life… I swear, I didn’t sign up for this much complexity.

Yet despite the absurdity, the orb stayed balanced, the sword poised, his posture perfect. The audience leaned in, impressed by his ability to integrate magic, governance, etiquette, combat, social skills, and crisis management seamlessly.

By the end of the demonstration, a wave of polite applause swept through the hall. The siblings, scattered around the room, looked exhausted but proud. Luther, meanwhile, stared as if Jay had just performed a miracle, face flushed with emotions he could not contain.

The dragons bowed in respectful acknowledgment, their intelligence palpable. Jay blinked, finally letting himself exhale.

System 004: Host! Task completed! Hearts, attention, and chaos maximized! Efficiency rating: unprecedented! Emotional overload: 89%!

Jay allowed himself one wry smile. Okay… I survived. I didn’t die. And maybe… I even impressed someone.

He glanced at his siblings-Seraphine’s approving nod, Theo’s calm satisfaction, Aldrin’s barely perceptible smile, Lucien’s subtle thumbs-up, Yven’s exaggerated cheer, Celeste’s serene pride-and felt a rare warmth.