Fool, I am a fool, and This is my biography, a story that starts with the mistake that e a kingdom, and my life because nice guys finish st.

  At the age of 12 my mother the queen was banished after killing my father the king, and I was left alone on the cold throne. As inexperienced ruler ing to power unprepared, unprotected, and surrounded by smiling faces.

  Two years ter I was in the royal stables esg b meeting using the excuse of seeing the new horses alone, when a stable's boy saved my life from wild war horse that got loose, a horse that was about to kill me painfully, I was seeing my short life fsh before me when the 16-year-old boy jumped on me rolling me away, then shieldih his aura, in the royal pace as a symbol of our royal statues, and power eveable's boy had an above average aura, his strength and ce had impressed me, and from that day we became inseparable.

  I saw in him everything I longed for—strength, power, the kind of warrior I could never be. He wielded his aura like a shield, a force that others respected, something I could only dream of possessing. My own aura was athetic—a stant reminder of my unworthiness.

  My father had the aura, the talent of our bloodline. I didn’t. My aura was weaker than a oner’s, and the nobility saw it as a stain on the royal family bloodline—something to be pitied, a shameful disability, something to be mocked. Without tools or formations, I couldn’t even trol mana. My aura was so frail, it couldn’t bear to be marked for instant spell casting. Every path to power was closed to me.

  Alchemy was all I had. My only escape. While others wielded their aura like a on, I was left with nothing but theory and books. Pathetic. I knew every spell by heart, but without a strong aura, it was worthless. My only refuge was in alchemy—my secret skill, hidden away in my room like the shame of my ‘low soul,’ as the nobles so often reminded me. ‘Low soul’—their perfesult, cutting deeper than any bde.

  But a king needs power, he the hurt on his enemies, Iime of peril when I needed someone I could trust, my thoughts always turo a friend, my best and only friend.

  I gave him everything. Mana crystals, pills, gold—he was my right hand, my iron fist. I thought I was building an ally. Instead, I was building an iion. Slowly, his influence spread around My throne, until the crude peasant I once called a friend became a nobleman. My right hand. My mistake.

  In the beginning, I was blind to it his hunger, his ambition. the rivilege ed him, I thought his eagerness was a sign of loyalty, ahusiasm to serve me, vinced myself that his success is a refle of my growing power. But now, as I sit here in this empty room, repying every moment, I see it for what it was all along, Not ambition, Not loyalty, It ure, ravenous megalomania.

  ‘I see WHO you are, you're My Enemy’.

  That was my mistake, I corrupted him, he was just the stable's boy, all he knew was how to shovel shit, until one day I opened his eyes to the world, and it’s possibility's. The seed of greed I pnted grew in his hart, nurtured by the nobility fas until it became dragon fever.

  When the first whispers of rebellion surfaced, he ignored my ands. Let it fester. Let it grow. I still remember the day he dismissed me—didn’t even bother to meet my gaze. The same peasant who once bowed kissed my hand, trembling, at my feet. I see it clearly now. That rebellion? It wasn’t the people’s. It was his.

  The peasant who would have never known what a gold is, if it weren't for me allowing him to see it, that peasant now wants to be king.

  Then the news came my mother the Queen is dead in a ndslid act, what a such time, that was the st straw.

  “I made a monster”. And not just him—the soldiers, the servants, they’ve all ged. I see it in the way they move arouhe slow, relut bows, the averted eyes. There’s something unspoken in their every movement, the body nguage it had a fession in it, a fession of what’s to e. They know. They’re part of it.

  ‘His influence runs deep, his aura makes my own look like a joke.’ For the first time in a long time I started to think like king should, ‘To win I have no choice but to destroy him utterly, but I ot see it. So I must shift my thinking ge the definition of what is a victory’.

  ‘I ’t show mercy or hesitate or show my hand, this must be a quick brutal naked dispy of power. Power I don't have in aura, so it must ma in another way, But then what?, be a king!?, a king to whom?, after I kill their beloved general how long until his men seek vengeand the throne.’

  I’m a king with a baby’s aura. That’s the root of everything. Without power, real power, they will never accept me. What’s the point of sitting ohrone if I’ve already lost trol?

  I need a pn, I started to think, think like my grandfather taught me, Problem-solving. Mini-maxing. It must be Emotionless. I had to do the most with what I had to maintain power. But ower?.

  I o think like grandpa and Father, ‘thinking about number one. Everyone else came sed—or possibly third. Long story short, be a survivor.’

  First the nobility, they think there safe from me, I made them feel safe, now I made a pn for them, but that was just step one I need more, I need a strategy, when the cold-blooded idea pletely formed I ughed at its horrific beauty, like grandfather like Father like son, “I am going to end up dead”, That ressing idea but funny one if looked at correctly.

  If the world knew what I nning, they'd despise me for it. "hell with them. Power isn’t a popurity test—it's about winning, about survival, time to win". If I 't have my kingdom, then I’ll make sure no one else does, I’ll burn it to the ground, reduce it to ash. Let them rule over dust and bones.

  I went to my alchemist's workbend picked up my mana trol disk, it was the size of my palm, made by a genius, my grandfather the founder of the empire, it was an empire, until he divided the empire among his son’s, one of them is my father, rip on this kingdom was iron before the emperor’s death.

  But that was the past, Thinking of the past is pointless now. There's no ging what’s dohere’s only the pn. The work.

  I went out to the privet royal wine celr, our colle is the most sought after mana-wine in the world, its taste and be’s make it a rare gift the nobility trade but never sell. The same hat want to dany grave as they drink our wine.

  ‘Do they think that they will win?, that they will erase me?, erased my identity!!!?, take my kingdom without sequences?.’ The idea, the questions angered me, something in me became monstrous, and that monster has just shook-off the st s of morality.

  I picked up a bottle and used my trol disk and alchemy skills to poison the wihout opening it, it will kill slowly in a deyed timetable. I did it to every bottle then I ordered that all the royal wio be sold.

  When the news spread The supply emptied as fast as airship fy, I spent all the day watg win go out and gold e in, most will call me fool for selling it instead of using it as political , let them talk they won't be talking for long.By the end of the week the wine will be in every noble House in the kingdom, that was Step one pleted.

  My step was to visit the one pce I never liked in this pace, I went into the royal privet treasury, it was built ihe royal pace for safety and easy access, as I entered I was greeted by the heads of my grandfathers enemies, all cut and stuffed as souvenirs, these heads were different from human non-human to beast's but most were from creatures that thought, talked and crossed rod’s with him, yeah that was very unlucky for the pore bastards, And now I see why he was so decisive, so murderers.

  What would you have done in my pce grandfather?.

  I dropped that line of thought and looked arouhe royal treasury is full of gold silver and every valuable thing a noble could dream about, even mana-crystals.

  But I wasn't here for any of it. What was on my mind was fare more valuable than gold, I am here for spells.

  First, I Searched for the reination kit my mother left after she used it on my father, it was his pn when he asked her to kill him, so that he escape this life into another one, an adventure he called it, that selfish bastard.

  Just like that, he abandoned me. 'My father, the selfish bastard, escaped into the reination cycle—leaving me behind in this kingdom of rot. He left me to deal with the ruins while he chased adventure in another life.'

  The reination kit is my secret now. No one knows about it. If the nobility ever found out? They’d tear me apart, fighting over the it. They’d kill for it. They’d kill me for it.

  That's why I see his point, why stay and risk it?. Grandfather is dead the empire broke apart. Why stay just to die ter?.

  I trated on my search, and Finy, I found it.

  I licked my lips. As I looked at the reination kit, it is defihe most valuable thing in this world.

  It offers what no king , what no talent , no luck . It offers memory, a sed another life.

  They say that the bull that survives the wrestling ring is never returo the ring again. Not as a reward for its survival, but because the bull has a retively strong memory, and because its smart, it learns quickly.

  One of the ditions for bulls that are sent to the wrestling ring is that they must have no memory, and that they see everything they see for the first time, and do not know how to face it.

  With no memory, They are easy to catch, fuse, and then killed for the viewers' enjoyment.

  That's why am here, because life is a wrestling ring, and this reination kit is the lifeline, I woer the reination cycle just to be killed again. Memory is a shield and the only lifeline. In my life, I must remember.

  I wonder how many times have I been killed in the wrestling ring, how many lives have I been the victim, the fool, the pawn, the scarifies, the good Friend.

  I don’t know how many times I was taken to the wrestling ring, but this will be the st time. This pawn has just reached the 8th rank.

  I looked at my hands at the tablet shaped crystal, and the scrolls, a, fragile, the ink faded but still legible, with new scrolls copy's of the old for better reading, yes I do it.

  However, This ritual requires me to be in trol over my Death, it 't be a knife in the back, it 't be poison in the diable, it 't be a surprise, death must be pnned for, it must be a ritual, but war is war, out-there I 't be in trol over how and when I die. But here and now I .

  But why not fight him?, why escape?, because even if I kill him, and his loyalist's in the capital, then there will be noble houses to deal with, they will unite against me, no they are united against me, they musty be already a part of his pn. Not just them but the other kingdoms there nobles will add to the problem and I will be in war se it will take decades to end.

  Even the oners don’t wahey have been ditioo accept only the strong, the pure blooded, the aura gifted, not a man with baby's aura.

  It's an impossible situation, but no I won't let them go unpunished, I will lose my throne and my life, but the nobles will lose more.

  So if I ’t keep my victory and t be sure how and when my life will end. Thehere be chaos, I will pn my fall, and take them all to hell with me.

  I took the scrolls—the instrus for the ritual. And there it was—the tablet, carved from crystal ached with a mana symbols. If I hadn’t known what it was, I’d have mistaken it for a strange piece of thick gss. My mother oold me the inscriptihly trao ‘Get Isekai'd.’ I have no idea what it means—some a nguage, my grandpa had a strange sense of humor, perhaps it's an insult—but I don’t o uand it. I only o use it.

  Sed thing on my shopping list was the skills, in the royal treasury there were skill crystals, ihere are perfecter memories of information from alchemy, aura trol teique to spell f, the entire empire magical knowledge and sces where here in 36 crystals.

  I’ll take it all. Every spell, every secret. Better to have power and never use it than to and be empty-handed. If I am going to start over I will start with all the knowledge I may need. The Crystal's were full of memories of insight’s from geniuses of the empire, insights about aura, mana, spell crafting, everything was here.

  Sadly they be useful only to those with the right body and aura, it all depends on natural talent as a seed.

  For me in this life only the alchemy crystals where useful. No matter how bad my new life will be it ’t be worse than my ht now, so I should find something useful in these insights.

  I took everything to my room, With my new iron resolve I started to read, and fallow the instrus about the reination kit.

  I removed the mattress, revealing the bare wood beh. Slowly, meticulously, I began carving the symbols, trag them with gold ink as the scrolls instructed. Each line, each stroke felt like sealing a deal with the darkness. In the ter, I pced the crystal tablet—my lifelio another world.

  Furthermore, I modified the ritual to include mana-vampirism but only activate it after my death not before, this will boost my own soul, it will be strengthened with a sacrifice.

  What am I talking about?, see my mother didn't just kill my father, first she killed five of his servants, they were killed as sacrifiy father to have strong start in another life.

  But only I know why she did it all, she did it for a duplicate of the reination tablets one for her and one for me as price for her help, that's a mothers love.

  "Thanks mother, thanks for the ce to start over", But unlike my father I have no oo help, so I modified it to take the sacrifice after my death And there be er sacrifice then a friend.

  I pced the thick pad ba the bed, cealing the ritual underh. From the outside, my royal chambers looked the same as always—just a bed, a spacious room, and my alchemy workbench. But beh the surface, everything had ged. The final piey revenge was set.

  As I felt my time e to an end, I did what any good alchemist would do if he had the rare ingredients I do, first I made painkiller potions, if I am going to die I will go out with clear mind.

  Then I made a big fuck mana-bomb, why? For the sacrifices. I o collee dead souls to energies my trip into the life. I ected it to the ritual with a golden wire on time dey of thirty seds after am dead, that's wheual will be ready to take in the .

  The ritual will secure my soul then the bomb will cook some nice Delicious sacrifices and the ritual will use them as fertilizer for my life.

  I hid both the bomb and the wire making the room look normal.

  I took out the 36 crystals, spreading them over my bed, I will absorb them one by one.

  Six hours ter When I was done, my head was made of pain, I still 't uand what I just absorbed, but I will have time to in my life.

  Now I Waite for my killer.

  To make sure I die in my room, I refused to leave, aing or dots and gusts will be received in my room. I started by the servant's to deliver food to my room and cel all my appois.

  Servants came in and out With Every meal I noticed there respee die, and in their eyes I saw hidden pt, ‘Yeah they jumped ship’, there loyalties have shifted, I won't be surprised if every servant that came near me was noy.

  ‘They chose him over me.’

  But it seems that they all have fotten to never uimate an alchemist's backed into a er, just like I have fotten every political lesson grandpa taught me, and found myself here.

  ‘Power is about your best i no more no less.’,,,‘Boy, Be Careful Who You Let In Your Inner-Circle’. He told me, he warned me, but I was an idiot, and something’s only be learhrough experience.

  I took every meal in bed just in case there oison, but I didn't think it was. He's the type to watch, to see with his owo make sure and enjoy it.

  After two days of normal slow routine, I started to fear that I made mistake, the pn won't work, or worse I will spend my life in this room with no opportunity for revenge, but that’s okay I just win my memories, and escape the cycle.

  The anticipation was killing me, when, where, will I die in bed? Or at the door when I open it?. I started to fear stepping out of bed.

  Ohird night, it finally happened. I woke to the sight of MY soldier surrounding my bed, soldier that I gave money favors and a helping hand when they , now they aimed there spears at me, yes aura pierg spears ready to kill, not that they hem, and he was there in-front of my bed, looking at me the man that give him everything as if I was the worm.

  Our eyes met in the silence, and I saw the flicker of fusion in his gaze. He expected fear. Instead, he saw my victory.

  Hello, My Friend. My Enemy.

  'You have lost'

  My eyes were saying it, at first there was hint of fusion on his face, he expected fear and didn’t see it.

  Then I saw it his tired eyes, his Skiing in the cold room, ‘huh, the poisoned wine has started taking effect, he 't see it but his feeling it, the end.’,,,‘yes that's right you fuck I win, not you peasant, ME’.

  I gave him the most unhinged smile I could, the psychoti me is ing out just as I pushed my aura at the tablet underh me.

  His ego swelled, and he snarled, "Kill him." My soldiers—no, his soldiers—obeyed without hesitation. As if I had never mattered at all.

  On reflex, I pushed my aura out to defend my self, but it was a joke my aura was weak, the aura pierg spears dipped into my aura as if it's a pond of water, then my flesh was ripped apart.

  Only the painkiller kept me from screaming.

  My pn worked. I died with a smile on my face. But instead of my head mounted on a pike for the city to cheer at, my mana-bomb exploded. The energy from over a thousand liters of heavy water in my alchemy b detonated, ing the pa a fiery storm of magic

  The heavy-water was something only my grandfather knows how to make, a royal family secret and he showed me.

  That 56-megato ripped through the pace, erupting in a mana-fueled mushroom cloud. Just as a shockwave of fire and fury ripped the city apart. it killed the city of six million sacrifices in an instant.

  Six million lives—gone.

  I only wish I could have watched it burn. I would have danced like the devil over their ashes, letting the winds carry their remains like dust across the desote nd.

  Why?, because I have embraced the Monster.

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  On dimension that nanid imagine a report was delivered.The reports title was

  --world path deviation poied--

  The mind receiving the report if it could be called a mind, spoke.

  Ope.

  --system rep--

  The mind reviewed the mountains of data opening before it and came to a simple clusion.

  The rules haven't been breached it happened on its owhis will shatter turies of stagnation.And I didn't eveo cheat, the problem just solved itself by itself.