In this world, magic and the supernatural exist. But it's no happy fairyland — it's full of evil and monsters born from the Five Trinity of Obelea.
These beings craved nothing but power, until they were stopped by the Holy Knights, who sealed their souls and scattered them across the world.
For years, the world has been quiet. Too quiet.
Not for long.
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POV: Leon
Eyes opening. Baby hands waving around.
> W–what… where am I?
I blink down at my tiny hands.
> …Am I… a baby?!
Yes, you see, our main character — once known as Kuro Rui, a 27-year-old gangster — has been reincarnated as the third and youngest child of Queen Eliana and King Luzon, rulers of the Kistana Desert Kingdom.
Now, back to the story.
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A maid's voice chirped nearby.
"Oh! His Highness is awake!"
She hurried over to the crib, peeking down at me with a smile. "You look grumpy, Your Highness. Hungry? Need a nappy change?"
> What the hell is this chick talking about?
She checked me, then fed me from a bottle.
> Oh, okay, I get it. Betrayed by my closest friend… girlfriend dead… now I'm some prince? Hmph. I need more information.
Before I could process, the door opened.
A woman stepped in — dark skin glowing under gold sunlight, sharp green cat-like eyes, curves wrapped in decorative silks and glittering jewels.
> …Whoa. Who is this chick?
The maid bowed. "My queen, your son is awake."
Queen Eliana picked me up with practiced grace, and my gangster bravado vanished instantly.
"Oh, my sweet desert rose, Leon," she cooed, kissing my cheeks. "Look how adorable you are — of course, you get your looks from me."
> So this lady is my mother, huh? …Yeah. I could get used to this.
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The door opened again — two identical girls, about six years old, stepped in.
Same brown skin, honey-brown eyes like their father, curly hair like their mother.
"Mama, is that our baby brother?" asked the eldest twin, Diana.
"Yeah! Why's he so small? I can't play dress-up with him," pouted the youngest, Beyoncé.
They were both already bouncing with excitement.
King Luzon entered behind them, towering and regal, the kind of man every woman dreams about.
"Girls, calm down. I know you're excited, but Leon is still too small. You must protect him, understand?"
"Yes, Papa," they said in unison.
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Growing Up in the Palace
Age 4
"Your Highness, please don't climb that—" the maid's scream cut off as I leapt from the low balcony into the courtyard sand.
I landed in a crouch, grinning. "Relax, I used to do this on rooftops all the time."
She blinked at me. "On… rooftops?"
Before I could slip away, a palace guard approached my father, whispering urgently. I only caught a few words: "Dead livestock… claw marks… no known beast."
The guard glanced my way. My father's jaw tightened.
I was too young to understand — but old enough to know something wasn't right.
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Age 8
The twins found me sitting cross-legged in the library, surrounded by scrolls.
"Why are you reading about wars?" Beyoncé asked.
"'Cause," I muttered, flipping a page, "history tells you who's dumb enough to start a fight… and who's smart enough to win it."
Diana peeked at the parchment I'd been studying. "The Obelea Trinity? Why read about them? They're gone."
> That's what everyone thinks.
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Age 11
Sword training. The wooden blade felt too light in my hand.
"Use your footwork," my instructor barked.
I feinted left, slipped behind him, and tapped the sword to his back.
"That's… not in the drills," he stammered.
I smirked. "I don't do drills. I win."
The instructor hesitated before continuing. "…Rumors from the Badlands say dark creatures walk at night again."
He looked away like he hadn't meant to say it aloud.
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Age 14
A visiting noble's son made the mistake of calling me "princess" because of my face.
By the end of the sparring match, he was flat on the sand, gasping for air.
"Still think I'm a princess?" I asked.
He shook his head so fast I almost laughed — until I noticed the black sigil on his wrist. It pulsed once before fading.
He left the palace the next day without explanation.
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Age 16 — The Temple Day
Life in the desert kingdom was something I eventually got used to.
Now I was sixteen, standing at five-foot-four with a slim, ice-skater build, brown skin, cat-like green eyes, and curly black hair. My lips were a little too full for my liking, and no matter how much I trained, my face still looked pretty.
> And no — I ain't a femboy.
Today was the day I'd go to the Temple to discover my power.
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The warm breeze drifted through my window as I finished my morning warm-up. A maid rushed in, practically glowing with excitement as she helped me get ready.
Purple silk pants. Soft sash. Jade earrings. Gold cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Hair styled to perfection.
> All this… just to go to a temple?
Over the years, I'd learned a lot about this world from books and scrolls.
> "Five kingdoms," I thought. "Desert Kingdom Kiatisan, Forest Kingdom Luoa, Badlands Kingdom Dementia, Flatland Kingdom Lilcana, and Seaside Kingdom Oceano. And the races? Demons, beastmen, elves, fairies, mermaids, dragons, dwarves, halflings. Oh, and me? I'm a cat beastman — basically, a frickin' black panther."
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Downstairs, my family waited. My mother looked just as flawless as the day I'd first seen her. My father still had that dangerous charm. My sisters — now 22 — stood tall beside them.
Diana had her father's earth manipulation; Beyoncé, my mother's wind manipulation.
"Ready, my kitten?" my mother asked, pulling me into her arms.
"Mom, don't coddle me," I groaned, trying to squirm free.
"Yes, Mama, don't coddle him — he looks like he's gonna cry," Diana teased.
Beyoncé laughed.
"Come now," my father said warmly but firmly. "We'll be late for the ceremony."
My mother dabbed at her eyes. "I can't believe my baby is growing up…" She linked arms with my father as we walked to the carriage.
I sat with my sisters, watching the golden sunlight spill across the desert.
Far off in the dunes, a single column of black smoke rose into the sky.
> The world feels peaceful now… but I've read enough history to know peace never lasts.