2026-07-10 19:17:47Memories that weren't mine flooded every part of my being, engraving themselves deep into my bones, flesh, and blood. The pain lasted only a few minutes on the outside, but within my mind, it felt as though decades had passed. Countless scenes flashed before my eyes.
"Look at him—the half-breed monster," a child sneered. ----- "Royalty or not, someone with dangerous blood like his shouldn't be allowed within the walls of the academy," a high noblewoman declared. ----- "You're a defect in this family, my dear half-brother," Lily whispered into his ear as he cut his ninth birthday cake. ----- "Should someone like him even be allowed to attend a grand royal ball?" the masked nobles murmured as the young Richard entered the hall alongside his mother. "Look at him," a noblewoman scoffed. "Impure blood." "Dear child, don't listen to them. Mama will always be with you until the very end. Stand firm and hold your head high—be proud like a dragon and fearless, even arrogant, like an orc." Gara encouraged him with a warm smile, gently patting his back. Laughter. Humiliation. Loneliness. Despair. A life that was never mine, yet had now become a part of me. I had inherited the body of Richard Alucard, the half-breed son of King Alucard Bonefire and his official consort, the renowned Orc Warrior, Gara Bloodfist. Since the day of his birth, Richard had been a prince despised by many members of the royal family. The nobles mocked him behind closed doors, while some were bold enough to do so openly. Even a few arrogant commoners looked down upon him because of the blood that flowed through his veins. Half dragon. Half orc. Neither side truly accepted him. For years, he endured their ridicule in silence. He never fought back. Never resisted. Never raised his head proudly. Instead, he carried guilt, shame, depression, and loneliness within his heart until they slowly consumed him. Then, last night, he finally gave up. Unable to bear the burden any longer, he ended his life using a rare poison found only within the deadly lands of the Riftscar Badlands. "Pathetic," I scoffed. Slowly, I rose from the ground and stretched my limbs. "There are two kinds of people in this world." My crimson eyes narrowed. "The first are the weak. People who spend their lives blaming fate for their misfortune, they accept their weakness and kneel before the strong. Though, every now and then, a rare few emerge from among them—individuals who refuse to surrender. Through sheer willpower, relentless effort, and perhaps a bit of luck or family support, they rise beyond their limitations. Such people are called Victors. They came. They saw. They suffered. And they conquered. A faint smirk formed on my lips. "The second ones are often the true monsters. The chosen. Those blessed from birth with talent, power, lineage, and destiny itself. Their paths may be obstructed by rival powers, ancient enemies, or unforeseen circumstances, but eventually they always reach the summit. They are called Conquerors. They came. They saw. They ruled. They controlled. And when death finally came for them, they died on their own terms. My gaze drifted toward the large mirror standing across the room. "This boy..." I laughed quietly. "Even after being mocked and disgraced his entire life, he still possessed blood capable of rivaling gods." The blood of a mighty king flowed through him. The blood of a legendary orc warrior flowed through him. His potential was immense. Terrifying, even. Yet instead of tempering his body, strengthening his mind, and cultivating his power, he spent years listening to the opinions of weaklings. The opinions of insects. How amusing. Two powerful races united and somehow produced a coward. I stood before the mirror and examined my reflection: silver-white hair, sharp features, crimson eyes, and a body sculpted by noble bloodlines. Despite the traces of weakness in his expression, the potential hidden beneath was undeniable. "You died at the right time, boy," I stared into the reflection. "Rest wherever your soul has gone." A cold smile spread across my face. "Leave the rest to me." Deep crimson aura leaked from my body. The room trembled. I clenched my fists tightly. The pressure instantly increased. "Watch carefully." My grin widened. "I'll show you how someone born strong dominates the world." A sinister laugh escaped my lips. Mana surged violently through my veins. Cracks immediately spread across the mirror. The surrounding air distorted. The atmosphere grew heavy. Even breathing became difficult. Moments later—BOOM! The mirror shattered into countless pieces. Fragments scattered across the floor. A terrifying murderous intent filled the chamber, causing the temperature to drop. Then out of the blue a knock echoed from the grand double doors. I exhaled sharply. A faint trail of ashen breath escaped my lips. "Prince Richard?" A timid female voice called from outside. For some reason, I recognized it instantly. The memories of this body supplied the answer before I could think, since childhood she has been my personal maid — though her timid nature has never changed. "Your mother requests your presence in the Royal Hall." The doors slowly opened. A green-skinned orc maid stepped inside. Chloe. That was her name. She possessed modest curves and soft features, though nervousness dominated her expression. She wore a long dark gown with a neatly tied white cloth around her neck. Her eyes remained lowered respectfully. The moment she entered, she froze. Her gaze widened. Then quickly dropped to the floor. A blush spread across her cheeks. Only then did I realize the reason. "U-Uhm..." she stammered nervously. "Prince Richard... you're not wearing anything." I glanced down briefly before chuckling. How interesting. The previous Richard's memories stirred slightly. He had admired her from afar for years yet never once found the courage to approach her. Annoying. His hesitation was almost painful to witness. I began walking toward her. Each step was calm and measured. Yet the pressure radiating from my body made the atmosphere feel increasingly oppressive. Chloe instinctively stepped backward. Her breathing quickened. Fear flashed through her eyes. The aura I emitted wasn't intentional. It simply leaked naturally. And she could feel it. Something had changed. Something dangerous. Something she couldn't understand. I stopped several feet away and looked down at her. "What's wrong, Chloe?" I asked casually. She immediately lowered her head. "N-Nothing, Your Highness." Her voice trembled. "I merely wished to deliver Lady Gara's message." Interesting. The fear in her voice was unmistakable. And for some reason, my senses felt sharper than ever before. I could hear her heartbeat. I could smell the faint scent of anxiety clinging to her skin. I could practically feel the tension coursing through her body. Perhaps this was one of the racial abilities hidden within Richard's bloodline. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Either way, it fascinated me. "Raise your head." My voice was calm. Chloe hesitated before slowly obeying. Her emerald eyes met mine. For a brief moment, silence filled the room. Her heartbeat echoed loudly in my sharpened ears, pounding like a wild horse that had been running without rest for half a day. 
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The First Lesson
"Seriously, Mother, you could have said something earlier," I complained, standing beside her on the grand balcony. "Here I was, getting all pumped up to cause a little chaos." Gara threw her head back and laughed loudly, the sound rich and unrestrained. She tapped her right hand gently against my left shoulder, her touch surprisingly soft for someone of her formidable strength. "Relax, Richard, dear," she said, wiping tiny tears of from the mirth corners of her eyes with the back of her left hand. "It was urgent. I had to send her back to the clan immediately to deliver a message to my father.""Your father?" I echoed, genuinely surprised. This was the first time I'd heard anything about him. I quickly searched through the fragmented memories of this body, but found nothing. No recollections, no whispers, no hints of a living grandfather. "Oh. This is the first time I'm telling you about this, isn't it?" Gara recalled with a thoughtful nod. The morning breeze swep
Mana And Qi
Chloe sighed deeply as we walked back into my bedchamber. The heavy double door clicked shut behind us, sealing the world outside."Are you alright, maid?" I asked, glancing at her once while striding toward the wardrobe that dominated one wall."I just survived a dangerous night," she replied, swallowing hard. Her voice trembled slightly. "I think I am." She kept her head downcast, fingers nervously intertwined in front of her.I smiled sharply, a predatory glint in my eyes. "That was nothing, Chloe." My reflection stared back at me from the polished silver mirror as I stripped off my trousers, then my underwear, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. "I'm just getting started. Soon, I will rule this realm and everything beyond it." A heavy silence settled between us for a few moments.Then she spoke again."That is a commendable ambition, Your Highness," Chloe said, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine. "But your siblings alone are not ones to take lightly.
The Challenge
"Sebastian, pass on my command to the entirety of the Dark Realm," the King declared, his voice carrying impossible authority. "And none shall violate it—not even in their dreams."Sweat trickled down many faces while others swallowed hard, their expressions stiff with fear and disbelief.King Alucard's crimson eyes swept across the royal hall one final time."I bid you all a good night."Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode toward the towering doors.Everyone lowered their heads respectfully.Including me.Sarabi rose immediately and followed behind him with calm elegance. Brienna moved after her in silence.Gara exchanged a proud smile with her son before stepping closely behind the Second Queen.The giant doors groaned as they slowly sealed shut behind them.Silence lingered.Then—"What did you do, halfbreed?"Bron's voice cut through the hall like a blade.He crossed the distance in five sharp steps, his towering frame st
The King's Decree
The moment the King spoke, every ounce of pressure vanished.It did not fade gradually.It did not weaken.It was erased.Bron's frozen aura collapsed instantly. My crimson energy shattered into harmless particles before dissolving into the air. Even the cracked obsidian floor ceased trembling as though reality itself had been commanded to remain still.Silence.Absolute silence.No one moved.No one dared.Every noble lowered their heads.Even Bron.The giant prince clicked his tongue as the blue scales coating his skin receded and disappeared as though they had never existed. His enlarged body shrank back to normal, his monstrous presence returning beneath his calm exterior.I remained standing.Then, without warning—We were overwhelmed.The King's golden eyes swept across the hall.The moment they landed upon us, it felt as though an invisible mountain had descended from the heavens and settled upon our shoulders.Impossible to c
A Crown Prince Contempt
I glanced over my shoulder and found Bron watching me. His massive frame remained seated upon a fur-covered stone chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Every noble and every individual who possessed status or power sat behind the royal siblings, arranged according to rank and influence."Even a fly can tell that you've changed," Bron observed calmly. His short, curly red hair matched his greenish eyes, while his towering figure radiated natural authority. Two massive horns curled from his forehead, making him appear more beast than man. Beneath the bright lights of the royal hall, his brown skin blended almost seamlessly with the surrounding shadows."We will pardon your disgraceful attitude today, brother," Bron continued. "So please try not to repeat this foolishness a second time." His gaze lingered on the half-breed for a moment, filled with contempt."What?!" Lily snapped immediately. "No, we are not forgiving anything, Bron!" Her fists clenched tightly at her side
Grand Entrance
"Hahaha!"My laughter erupted without warning, echoing through the corridor like a beast breaking free from its chains. My blood boiled violently, and a crimson aura slowly seeped from my body, crawling across the air like living fire. My eyes narrowed into slits, carrying the gaze of an untamed monster that had finally decided to stop pretending.Both minotaurs immediately dropped to one knee. Their massive bodies trembled uncontrollably as sweat dripped from their powerful jaws onto the polished obsidian floor. Despite their immense strength, neither dared to meet my gaze."Chloe."I called her name sharply."Yes, Your Highness."She lowered her head respectfully."Tell the announcer that the Royal Prince, Richard Alucard, has arrived."My eyes remained fixed on the two trembling minotaurs."And if I'm not properly introduced..." My smile widened slightly. "I'm going to have his head mounted on a spike."The order left my mouth without hesitation. After all, I was far beyond the lev
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