(A/N These 5 chapters are ant for you to read all at once ^_^v)
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Long ago I used to be the very definition of a normal man. I was both lucky and unlucky.
On one hand, I had been born into the royalty of the strongest nation in all the land, on the other, I was born a defect.
On my back was the mark of a curse from an old, defeated enemy, a blackish shapeless mark that simply seed out of place on a human body. It was a curse of uselessness.
It didn't sound that bad, but it was. It condemned to remain a weakling all my life. The only upside was that I looked like any other human being once it was covered by clothes
As a young prince, I had the best environnt possible to grow up. I had plenty of resources to speed up my training, had access to the best mystic grounds possible, had the best teachers, and almost had a loving family, at least in my early years.
It is only when I reached 10 years of age that the palace completely gave up on . I had many brothers and sisters, each awakening a power stronger than the last. They had talent beyond asure, were cunning, valiant, and everything else.
I was different. No matter how much I trained or what kind of magical elixir I consud I remained weak. I was showing no sign of progress whatsoever. I wasn't averse to hard work, no the real issue was that it was all useless. Even body cultivation, sothing extrely simple, didn't work for .
I kept trying for a long ti, a very long ti. Even as a teenager, I did. My wastrel genius siblings would frequent brothels, gambling houses, Hell would have fun all day long and yet were considered proper human beings unlike .
I lived my whole life in the shadows. So would have expected that I would quickly beco bitter. How many tis was I approached by so dumbass trying to make a traitor out of ? Too many to count!
I didn't resent my family. I knew it, I was weak. There was a limit to how much a normal human could enhance his lifespan. I would die shortly, a few centuries later at best. There was no point for them to get close to for my whole existence would be but a tiny stain in their lives.
At first, my mother was very loving, sa for my siblings. So would show up from ti to ti with so ancient cultivation technique, or a manual about a weird Law. Every ti I would try my best, but ultimately, I would always fail.
It seed as if my very existence was pointless. Eventually, they all stopped trying and gave up. I slowly beca part of the dcor.
I was the young prince that would wander the palace and the capital as a ghost. I was a very low-maintenance ghost too haha. I mostly spent my ti reading, anything really. I knew my own life would never have a aning, but I was trying to feel so through the experiences of others.
I would also walk, all around. I would silently observe the world. I would observe the common folks. Their aspirations, their lives, their struggles. In these monts I would feel alive.
I was never attacked, kidnapped, or anything of the likes. The palace wouldn't have cared about saving and would only have avenged post-mortem. It would have been a suicidal endeavor.
Furthermore, the palace's defenses were top-notch. No mind-control spell over would have remained undetected. As for blackmail, what would they even blackmail with? I had nothing going for nor anything to hide.
The only card they could motivate with was taking my family hostage. Good luck with that! My incredibly powerful siblings? My father that was the strongest in the land? My mother that was even more fearso? Ah, what a joke!
Many tis I actually got injured. It was always by accident. Often, I got beaten by kids that had trouble controlling their strength and didn't realize how weak I was. But every ti I would drag my broken body back to the palace for a quick fix before going out again.
So started calling the frail prince, others the prince with a death wish, the cripple, the crazy ghost, I got lots of nicknas over the years. But all of these would quickly die down. There was no fun when I myself acknowledged it with a slight smile.
So that is all I did, I read and walked. In the process, I learned a lot about the world. For instance, I learned about the true nature of "all the lands". We were but a continent, one amongst many.
I learned about governance, learned about managing currency, and learned tidbits from everywhere about everything. It was never my intention, and it was mostly useless stuff. After all when a punch can annihilate any dissident, what is the point of learning about all this?
Many things I never learned about. Anything that actively required to use mana I stayed away. Well, I'd keep trying to find a new source of power from ti to ti, but I was wasting my ti.
I simply thought these days would last. I would eventually beco a real ghost, and no one would actually notice my disappearance. It was fine. I did regret it, I did wonder about what could have been often. Sohow, I never resented, however.
I'm still not sure how I managed to have such a positive outlook on life then. But of course, it all ca to an end.
We were overlords of the continent. Yes, the continent. A very normal and boring story. The kind that gets plenty of epics.
Ca extrely powerful invaders, five n, that appeared akin to monsters to us. They were impossibly strong. These five destroyed our capital and overturned the palace.
It was a very pointless conquest too. They had actually died during the fight. The five invaders were no more, the royal family got obliterated too. This crazy play only brought destruction and sorrow to both sides.
I was sad, but I picked myself up. Then next...
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