Chapter 6: A New Ash
While the protagonist of the original story had only just stepped onto the road of destiny, the forgotten prince of Solace Kingdom shattered the last threads of his cocoon.
Three days.
Three days of fire in his veins, of bones splintering and re-forging, of a heart that stopped and restarted a thousand tis. When the haze finally lifted, Ash opened his eyes to a world that suddenly felt too small. He sat cross-legged on the frozen stone floor of the sealed chamber, black hair falling in wild strands streaked with star white. The sa colors as before, yet now every lock caught stray light like threads of night woven with dawn. The frailty that once clung to him had burned away; lean, compact muscle coiled beneath skin that shimred faintly, as though constellations drifted just beneath the surface.
His beauty was now at a level beyond divine. Not just that...
Everything had been assimilated.
Everything had beco him.
"Heh. Fuck that script," he muttered, lips curling into a smile that belonged to soone who had already stopped asking permission.
"From now on, I will write the damn story as I please."
’Status.’
The familiar blue panel flared to life.
[Ash Solace
Race – Human (Eternal Bloodline of Bonds, Ultimate) | Lust (Partially Sealed – Cultivation Insufficient, Rank ???)
Age – 17
Rank – E (Existence Level 25)
MP – 200
Talent – Charm (SSS), Nirvana (???), Absolute Null Zone (S), Eyes of First Dawn (Passive, ???), Perfect Disguise Veil (S), Absolute Density (Ultimate), Heart Sovereign (???)
Skills – None
Physique – Singularity Genesis Physique (???)
Affinity – Phoenix Fire (SSS), Lust (Ultimate), Paradox (???)
Contracted Beast – Vaeloria | Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox (S)
Item – Ever-Calm Haven]
Ash exhaled slowly. "A little broken, don’t you think?"
In the seventy-five Chapters he had read before transmigrating, S-rank geniuses were legends hidden in remote corners of the world. Kale—the destined protagonist—was the only confird SSS talent. Yet here Ash sat, drowning in S and SSS and talents the novel never even dared na.
His gaze lingered on the two that burned brightest.
Charm – When active, any being who ets the bearer’s eyes, hears his voice, or brushes against the faintest trace of his mana feels an overwhelming pull to protect, follow, and devote themselves utterly. Resistance is rare; surrender feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Heart Sovereign (Passive) – The mont a living soul perceives Ash—by sight, voice, mana signature, or even whispered rumor—a subtle sigil brands their heart. Each day spent within a hundred kiloters deepens their affection by an imperceptible degree.
At 50% Dreams grow sweeter as every night they think of Ash.
At 80% Priorities shift without notice. They begin to put Ash before everything.
At 100% by the ti, they realize it, the thought of harming him has beco unthinkable. They simply... adore him, fiercely and without question. An inevitable, gentle devotion born from the embodint of desire itself.
No coercion. No shattered wills. Just the slow, irresistible gravity of soone who was never ant to be rely human.
Ash dragged a hand through his hair and laughed under his breath. "From rags to riches in seventy-two hours. Classic."
He skimd the rest—Nirvana’s nine lives, Absolute Null Zone’s daily void, Eyes of First Dawn that could glimpse perfect futures, a body that could compress planetary weight into a fingertip—and finally stopped at his rank.
Still E. Existence Level 25. A long climb ahead.
He rose, bare feet silent against the cold floor, and walked into the attached bathroom. The mirror reflected a stranger who could break the world without trying. He looked simply divine.
"Damn," he told his reflection, grin sharp. "Biggest harem in history just beca statistically probable."
Then he focused.
|Perfect Disguise Veil|
The glow vanished. Muscles softened. Shoulders slumped. The forgotten, frail third prince stared back—pale, unremarkable, beneath notice.
"Too early to paint a target on my back," he murmured. "I just need to avoid Draven... no one else will pay
too much attention. And Nia won’t be back for three days."
Three days to climb ranks.
Three days to figure out exactly where this transmigration had dropped him on the original tiline.
"That bastard Kale was already B-rank when he started moving," Ash said, stepping out of the chamber for the first ti in seventy-two hours. "If he’s already swallowed three kingdoms and is marching this way... I need to know."
He paused, rembering the ten flowing tails waiting in the contract space.
"I’ve got Vaeloria," he muttered, "but not yet. First—information."
The kingdom’s ranking stele stood in the central plaza, one of countless lesser pillars linked to the heavenly monolith that floated above the continent. Wars, marriages, prodigies, betrayals—every event that shook the world appeared there within hours.
Ash pulled a plain hood low and slipped into the corridors he once skulked through like a ghost.
Ti to see how much of the original story still mattered—and how much he was about to burn to the ground.
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