Aric Valerian was born a curse.

The fourth prince. A cripple. A worthless man mocked as a stain on royal blood.

But when the gods touched him—healing his body, flooding his veins with strength—Aric tasted hope for the first time. 

He clawed for honor. He fought for recognition.

And then, betrayed by the brother he trusted most, he was cast into a slaughter pit to die.

In that moment, when despair should have claimed him, the world offered something else:

[Would you like to change your fate?]

Aric was reborn. 

Sent back to the past, armed with a system that forged him into something more than a forgotten prince—into a sovereign.

Every scar became strength. Every betrayal, a reason. With blood-soaked hands, Aric carved his ascent through enemies, kin, and gods alike. The empire that spat on his name would kneel or burn. 

Yet victory came with sacrifice. Each step forward dragged him closer to the abyss, until vengeance and damnation became one.

But Aric does not care.

Because the cursed prince has only one destiny left:

To rise as the sovereign who will shatter gods, break empires, and tear fate itself apart.

Aric stumbled into a dark, narrow alleyway, his hand pressing on the stone wall for support. It instantly blackened and crumbled into ash. The prince staggered to the opposite wall, leaning back against it as he heaved heavily.


He was far from the castle now. With his ki flowing at near full capacity, plus the boost from the energy formed by mixing ki and mana, he had managed to cover massive distances in a short time.


The prince had shown a necessary display of power. His plan was never to oppose the Byzeth people with force, but if he allowed them to view him as weak, he would soon face those who disagreed with his methods and would grow too ambitious for their own good.


Chapter 45 - Significance.