"Where is this place?"The leader asked, his voice trembling with fear. All he knew was that as soon as he looked into the young man’s eyes, the world around him transformed. The sky turned dark, clouds churned ominously, and a blood-red moon appeared. The ground was soaked in blood, and he found himself bound tightly to a cross. Standing before him was that young man, holding a knife, his gaze dark and chilling. But what terrified him even more was the sight surrounding him—it was himself, in dozens of forms, each one bound to crosses and each confronted by a version of the young man. Hundreds of identical scenes stretched out before him, each as horrifying as the last."Where is this, you ask? This is my world, where I am the master. If I want you to live, you cannot die."Franz replied coldly. "Tsukuyomi" was an illusion technique of the Sharingan. Anyone caught in its grip lost all sense of space and time, trapped in a realm completely under the caster’s control. It inflicted not

The palace of the Ala Empire is a grand and opulent structure, with gold leaf adorning every roof and illuminated by magical crystals, surrounded by a rich landscape. The throne room is a vast chamber of over five hundred square meters, supported by dozens of stone pillars, with a vaulted ceiling adorned with divine murals. Above the throne sits a man in his fifties, dressed in a black robe decorated with golden patterns. Emperor Nikolai V has a touch of gray in his beard and hair, more wrinkles on his face, and a long scar running from his eye to his mouth. Though he appears reclusive, he radiates the majesty of a sovereign, with calm and bright eyes that shine like stars.Standing beside Emperor Nikolai are two young men with blonde hair: the second prince, Pecival, and the first prince, Luscar. Both have bright eyes similar to the emperor’s, but Pecival’s express tranquility while Luscar’s convey a more somber demeanor.“Greetings, Your Majesty.”Heter and Duss bow slightly to Empe

Franz inspected the flowers with a smile. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine. He turned to see Leona, her expression stern as she slowly rolled up her sleeves. In a bit of a panic, he quickly said, “Alright, alright... I’ll tell you.” Leaning in, he whispered in her ear. She responded with a look of surprise, “Really? That sounds interesting! I’ll help you out this time.”…In the evening, the Royal Academy’s residential area for students lay mostly quiet. Although it was spacious, most nobles preferred to live outside the city to enjoy more freedom, leaving the dormitories sparsely populated. In front of the dormitory stretched a vast flower garden, and behind it rose a small, grassy hill. As dusk settled, a light mist crept over the hill, giving it an air of mystery.“Elena, what are you looking at?”Inside her room, Elena gazed toward the hill as it gradually darkened. Beside her were her three roommates at the Royal Academy—Princess Adina, Duke Phillip's niece Amy, and Emm

In the room, Franz sat facing the Second Prince Pecival, with Leona, Alex, and members of the Reapers flanking him. Franz shot an angry, resentful look at Pecival, causing the prince to shiver. Pecival smiled wryly.“I’ve already apologized, my brother. Do you really have to look at me with such a grudge? I don’t even like men.”“Bah, get lost, you ruined my plans! Do you know it’s better to build seven towers than to block one love story?” Franz retorted scornfully, glaring at the Second Prince. If any members of the royal family had been present, Franz would likely have been questioned, and his house searched. Franz adjusted his posture before asking, “So, what is this all about?”Pecival, knowing Franz’s temperament well, simply smiled and handed him a scroll, signaling for him to read it. Franz glanced at it briefly, furrowing his brow. After a moment, he put the scroll down and asked, “What do you think I should do?”Seeing Franz so serious, Pecival straightened up and replied, “

The next morning, Franz’s estate was bustling with preparations for the journey. This time, the Second Prince, Pecival, was heading to the Royal Academy with only a small entourage—just two hundred Imperial Cavalry, all of whom were Grand Fighters. The knights were fully equipped, each clad in golden armor engraved with strange black patterns. The armor was designed with intricate joints to allow for greater flexibility in battle, and their heads were protected by helmets that covered their faces, leaving only the eyes exposed. Even their feet were clad in metal boots. In short, they were walking iron beasts. Each knight rode a purebred warhorse, holding a spear in one hand and a cross-shaped sword at their waist. Franz couldn’t help but feel somewhat despondent when he saw them. *Why don’t I have a cavalry like this?*For this trip to the capital, Franz didn’t bring many people along—only ten members of the Lightning Guard, whose sole mission was to protect Elena. As for Elena, it wa