Prologue: The Boy Who Knew Too Much
The rain fell in silence.
It didn't pitter or patter — it simply was. As if even the weather knew this night was not meant for noise. A lone carriage creaked along the cobbled path of Valtore Manor, its black-lacquered exterior blending into the mist. Two horses, unnaturally silent, pulled it forward without resistance. Inside sat a boy, eyes closed but mind wide open.
Thirteen years old. That was Lucien Valtore's age.
A child, some would say. Too young to grasp power, too fragile to bear legacy.
And yet — he knew everything.
He knew the true cause of his uncle's "accidental" death, the truth behind the Third Border War, and the real reason no one was allowed into the Seventh Wing of the family library. He knew that the high priest in the Capital Temple was a puppet, and that the world's economic flow was controlled not by the Golden Council — but by seven anonymous signatures locked away in a vault beneath the ocean.
And most terrifying of all — Lucien knew that none of this knowledge was meant to exist.
Not in this world.
Not anymore.
He opened his eyes as the manor gates slowly creaked open. The servants bowed, the guards straightened, and the world shifted around him with quiet submission. No one truly looked at him. Not directly.
There was something off about the boy.
His gaze was too sharp. His silence too loud. His smile too calculated.
As he stepped down from the carriage and into the estate of one of the most powerful bloodlines in the world, he whispered something only he could hear:
"I remember everything."
Not just from this life — but from the one before.
In that life, he had died screaming, powerless to stop the world from falling apart. A forgotten genius crushed by secrets too heavy for mortal hands.
But not this time.
This time, he would become more than a genius. More than a savior.
He would become the mind behind the world itself.
From the shadows, he would puppeteer kings and murder gods.
From the silence, he would rewrite fate.
And when the world finally realized who ruled it… it would already be too late.
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The threads of truth shimmered before his eyes. The game had already begun.
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