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The Successor System Royal Ball
When the light faded, Art found himself standing in a massive hall that seemed to radiate both majesty and intimidation. The ceilings soared high above, adorned with intricate carvings and chandeliers made from crystal that shimmered in soft, golden hues. The walls were lined with polished marble and tapestries depicting historical battles, legendary figures, and mythical beasts.The faint hum of magic lingered in the air, evidence of the enchantments that likely protected the room. Or something else.Art barely had time to take in his surroundings when the man stepped forward, his tone sharp and no-nonsense. “Follow me. Do not wander off, and do not stare too much.”The group moved in silence, their footsteps echoing through the hall. Guards clad in ornate armor stood at attention along the walls, their expressions unreadable. They gave Art a passing glance, but their presence alone was enough to remind him of the weight of where he was.They approached a towering set of double doors
The Successor System Crowned Prince Confrontation
Art inclined his head respectfully, choosing his words carefully. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”Eron’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and assessing like a predator sizing up its prey. There was no warmth in those eyes, only an unsettling mixture of authority and scrutiny.He was definitely strong, the pressure around him said it all. But Art had been with stronger people so he wasn't intimidated.Elora stepped in with a calm smile, her voice smooth and practiced. “This is Eron, my elder brother, and the Crown Prince.”Art’s thoughts screeched to a halt. The Crown Prince?‘Great, just great,’ he thought bitterly. ‘How could I not recognize someone this important? Calling him “sir” wasn’t just disrespectful—it was outright dangerous.’He immediately adjusted his stance, lowering into a proper bow. “Apologies, Your Highness. Please forgive my lapse in etiquette.”Eron’s lips curled into a thin smile, though it lacked any genuine warmth. “It’s fine,” he said, though his tone was anything
The Successor System Royal Siblings
Princess Celestia descended the grand staircase with an elegance that demanded silence. Her gown, a cascade of shimmering white adorned with golden embroidery, seemed to capture the glow of every chandelier in the hall. Her golden hair, styled into intricate waves, framed her sharp yet radiant features, and the delicate crown atop her head glinted like a star.As she reached the base of the stairs, her father, the King, stepped forward and extended a hand. She took it gracefully, and together, they stood before the gathered crowd. The room fell utterly silent, save for the rustling of fabric and the faint clinking of glasses.The King’s voice, deep and commanding, filled the hall once more. “My beloved daughter, Princess Celestia, wishes to share a few words with all of you.” He turned to her with a proud smile and stepped aside.Celestia’s gaze swept across the crowd, her poise unwavering. When she spoke, her voice was steady, refined, and filled with warmth that carried to every cor
The Successor System Uninvited Encounter
A servant approached the duo, bowing deeply. “Princess Elora, your presence is requested by Her Majesty the Queen.”Elora straightened, her expression shifting to one of polite composure. “Of course.” She turned to Art. “Stay out of trouble while I’m gone, alright?”Art nodded. That was his plan from the beginning.She gave him a pointed look before walking off, her elegant gown trailing behind her.Now left alone, Art scanned the room. He couldn’t sense any particularly strong auras, but he doubted there were none present. It was more likely that they were concealing their presence to avoid making others uncomfortable. This was a celebration, after all. A servant approached him with a tray of wine, offering a glass. Art accepted it with a polite nod but set it down on a nearby table moments later. The last thing he needed was a slip-up. He had learned from past experiences.The music shifted to a slower, more intimate tune. Couples began pairing off, and the center of the room trans
The Successor System Painful Death
A young man about 23 years old could be seen standing in the middle of several people who lay lifeless in a pool of blood. It was deep in the night and such a sight would be both terrible and frightening to a normal person, but this was a desolate area so there was no one to notice what had happened here.He was also covered in blood belonging to both him and the people on the ground as he used the remaining consciousness he had left to stare at the woman who he had fallen in love with and even wanted to marry.She had betrayed him by handing him over to the people who sought after his life the most. His family was very wealthy and influential, striking fear in almost anyone who heard of them, but what most people didn't know was that there was an internal war going on between his father and his uncle. He wasn’t interested in all this but always stayed on his toes because he was the first son of his father making him the heir.But today he had gone on a date with his fiancé, ending
The Successor System Reincarnation
His eyes flickered for some time before finally opening. His vision was blurry at first but it took only a few seconds to get clear.‘Where am I?’ he said internally while slowly gazing around the luxurious room where he lay. The bed he was lying on was so comfortable that he felt like going back to sleep but when he remembered his death along with the strange voice and screen, his eyes widened as he immediately sat up. He observed the room in more detail. The style and design were like that of an 18th-century royalty but the materials used were something the 21st century could only wish for.The windows were wide open and he could hear some clanging sounds coming from outside.The air he was breathing was much purer than his former world.Before he could dwell further in his thoughts, the golden screen which had appeared after his death, materialized once more in front of him.He moved slightly backward due to shock before reading what was written.[Congratulations! Host has succe
The Successor System In a magical world
He clearly remembers the words written back then on the screen. [Searching for suitable host] By no means was this body suitable, no, it was more of suicide. “System! What is the meaning of this? Why didn’t you tell me that this is a magical world?” All his plans had just been blown away, there was no way that money was the most important thing here. ‘You were the one who assumed that it wasn’t silly.’He heard a voice which caused him to look around the room alarmed. He could recognize the voice. It was the same soothing voice that had spoken to him after the system first appeared, without a doubt, belonging to a female. “Who is there? Who are you?” He couldn’t see anyone at all. If he told anyone about this in his former world, they would just shake their head and direct him to a psychiatric hospital.‘Unfortunately for you—you can’t see me because I’m speaking directly into your mind. In a way, I’m within it.“Huh! Within my mind? How?” He wasn’t comfortable with this and i
The Successor System Gaining an ally
After the system flooded him with all that information he didn't want to experience again, he ended up falling to the ground and hadn't gotten up since then, so he couldn't see the person who just came into his room because of the big bed which obstructed his vision. But the person walked around as both of their gazes fell on each other. He could recognize the girl in front of him even though this was actually his first time meeting her. She was about his age or a little older with short bright blue hair and azure eyes, which were filled with worry. She was very beautiful, several times more than his ex-fiancé in all aspects. According to the information and memory he had received, unlike his former world, people here possessed varieties of eye and hair colour which he appreciated. Even he had golden eyes. The girl in front of him was dressed in a special maid outfit which was just a little bit above her knee with knee-length socks, and according to what he remembers, she wa
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Uninvited Encounter
A servant approached the duo, bowing deeply. “Princess Elora, your presence is requested by Her Majesty the Queen.”Elora straightened, her expression shifting to one of polite composure. “Of course.” She turned to Art. “Stay out of trouble while I’m gone, alright?”Art nodded. That was his plan from the beginning.She gave him a pointed look before walking off, her elegant gown trailing behind her.Now left alone, Art scanned the room. He couldn’t sense any particularly strong auras, but he doubted there were none present. It was more likely that they were concealing their presence to avoid making others uncomfortable. This was a celebration, after all. A servant approached him with a tray of wine, offering a glass. Art accepted it with a polite nod but set it down on a nearby table moments later. The last thing he needed was a slip-up. He had learned from past experiences.The music shifted to a slower, more intimate tune. Couples began pairing off, and the center of the room trans
Royal Siblings
Princess Celestia descended the grand staircase with an elegance that demanded silence. Her gown, a cascade of shimmering white adorned with golden embroidery, seemed to capture the glow of every chandelier in the hall. Her golden hair, styled into intricate waves, framed her sharp yet radiant features, and the delicate crown atop her head glinted like a star.As she reached the base of the stairs, her father, the King, stepped forward and extended a hand. She took it gracefully, and together, they stood before the gathered crowd. The room fell utterly silent, save for the rustling of fabric and the faint clinking of glasses.The King’s voice, deep and commanding, filled the hall once more. “My beloved daughter, Princess Celestia, wishes to share a few words with all of you.” He turned to her with a proud smile and stepped aside.Celestia’s gaze swept across the crowd, her poise unwavering. When she spoke, her voice was steady, refined, and filled with warmth that carried to every cor
Crowned Prince Confrontation
Art inclined his head respectfully, choosing his words carefully. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”Eron’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and assessing like a predator sizing up its prey. There was no warmth in those eyes, only an unsettling mixture of authority and scrutiny.He was definitely strong, the pressure around him said it all. But Art had been with stronger people so he wasn't intimidated.Elora stepped in with a calm smile, her voice smooth and practiced. “This is Eron, my elder brother, and the Crown Prince.”Art’s thoughts screeched to a halt. The Crown Prince?‘Great, just great,’ he thought bitterly. ‘How could I not recognize someone this important? Calling him “sir” wasn’t just disrespectful—it was outright dangerous.’He immediately adjusted his stance, lowering into a proper bow. “Apologies, Your Highness. Please forgive my lapse in etiquette.”Eron’s lips curled into a thin smile, though it lacked any genuine warmth. “It’s fine,” he said, though his tone was anything
Royal Ball
When the light faded, Art found himself standing in a massive hall that seemed to radiate both majesty and intimidation. The ceilings soared high above, adorned with intricate carvings and chandeliers made from crystal that shimmered in soft, golden hues. The walls were lined with polished marble and tapestries depicting historical battles, legendary figures, and mythical beasts.The faint hum of magic lingered in the air, evidence of the enchantments that likely protected the room. Or something else.Art barely had time to take in his surroundings when the man stepped forward, his tone sharp and no-nonsense. “Follow me. Do not wander off, and do not stare too much.”The group moved in silence, their footsteps echoing through the hall. Guards clad in ornate armor stood at attention along the walls, their expressions unreadable. They gave Art a passing glance, but their presence alone was enough to remind him of the weight of where he was.They approached a towering set of double doors
Shameless Prince
The man at the door continued to stare at Art, his expression a mix of disbelief and growing annoyance.'How the hell did I forget?' Art’s thoughts raced, his heart pounding in mild panic. If this were anyone else, he could come up with an excuse and call it a day. But this wasn’t just anyone. And hadn’t she said by seven? The details were blurring in his mind now, and none of them helped. Despite his inner turmoil, he tried to maintain a calm facade, though a hint of unease slipped through.“You didn’t forget, did you?” the man asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge. “Of course not,” Art replied, managing to keep his voice steady. “You’re just earlier than I expected.”He turned to head back inside but froze mid-step as a horrifying realization struck him.'Wait… I have nothing to wear!'Before he could spiral further, the man spoke again, his tone dripping with exasperation. “Let me guess.” He crossed his arms and gave Art a flat stare. “You don’t have clothes.”Art’s body stif
Clone Attribute
“Seems like you were around,” Art said, turning to face the figure that had just arrived.A boy about his age stood at the edge of the ruined room, a scowl on his face. His narrowed eyes flicked from the smoldering hole in the wall to the unconscious bodies of his group members scattered around. The annoyance in his gaze deepened as he surveyed the destruction.Rensley, the person Art had been searching for, focused his attention on him. “Are you the one responsible for this?” “I’m afraid I am,” Art replied nonchalantly. “I tried talking, but they weren’t in the mood to listen. So, what’s it going to be? A civilized conversation, or are you more comfortable with this method of communication?” His golden eyes gleamed as his aura began to rise.Rensley frowned, glancing again at his defeated teammates. “Are they all knocked out?”Art shrugged. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”Rensley stood silent for a moment, then began walking toward him. When he was about five meters away, two
Rensley 2
The moment they saw the grin on Art’s face, they knew something was wrong.The guy with the cigarette was about to take a step back when a fist met him, forcing the cigarette down his throat.He fell to the ground choking profusely as his eyes turned bloodshot red.Without warning, the guy on the couch lunged toward him, throwing a wide punch. Art sidestepped effortlessly, and in one swift motion, his leg shot out to trip the guy, sending him crashing to the floor.“Whoa!” the guy in the ripped armchair yelled, jumping to his feet. “Didn’t even see him move!”“Shut it!” The guy with the toothpick barked. He charged next, aiming a low kick at Art’s shin. Art, however, was already behind him, having casually spun around. His hand shot out, grabbing the boy by the wrist and twisting it behind his back. The boy gasped as pain shot through his arm.“You guys sure you want to keep this up?” Art asked in a disturbingly calm tone.Before the boy could answer, Art raised his arm further up br
Rensley 1
After leaving the courtyard, Art returned to his original plan. There were a few people he needed to pay a visit to.He had worked hard up to this point—gaining strength, overcoming the Academy's barriers, and learning runic teleportation, especially since he lacked the attribute required for it.But there was still one last problem, his presence at the Academy. If he didn’t make contact with others within a week, they would surely come looking for him. This had happened several times over the past month during his period of solitude. The staff would visit his room, ask a few questions, and check on his well-being. While it was nice on their part, it had become a nuisance.And then there was the issue of the Relis.If he left the Academy’s premises while still carrying the Relis, it would give away his location if he stayed too close. If he went too far, the Academy would notice the signal loss. To resolve this, he needed two specific attributes to copy using his new skill. But the re
Invitation 2
“Art?” Elora’s voice broke the tranquility of the courtyard, her green eyes widening as she took in his appearance. Her heart-shaped lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, she seemed lost for words. She hadn’t expected him to show up, much less looking so… different. Art inclined his head slightly in a gesture of courtesy. The movement was restrained and formal, but it unsettled Elora. She didn't want him acting this way. “You’re here,” Art said, shifting his gaze to the person he was most familiar with. “Yes,” Asura replied, her bright purple eyes locking onto his. Her keen gaze swept over him, noting the changes not just in his stature but his overall demeanor. This was the first time they’d seen each other since the raid, and Asura could sense that Art had grown. Finally, Art’s attention shifted to the third figure present, the most imposing of the group. A woman in her late twenties stood with her arms lightly crossed. Her long, straight white hair flowed elegantly in the
