After bolting out of the room, Mark slowed down and started walking towards his room while admiring the infrastructure and ambience of the castle he called home.
'Damn, this place never seizes to amaze me.' Mark thought to himself. The palace's grandeur was reminiscent of the Egyptian palace of Apries, yet it transcended anything he knew from his past life. The structure seamlessly blended ancient majesty with modern innovations. Walls and pillars shimmered with gold, adorned with glowing runes that pulsed with power, amplifying the palace's formidable defenses. The intricate craftsmanship and radiant symbols seemed to embody an otherworldly essence, as if the very fabric of reality had been woven into its design. While walking the guards and servants around all bowed to him as he walked passed which he just replied with an absent minded nod.
While walking memories of his old life started surfacing in his head. He was just an average kid 18yrs old in his first year of uni, he had loving parents, siblings, friends and a girlfriend. Life was good but one day while coming back from the convenience store in the night, he saw two men trying to rob someone in an alleyway.
' For the 12 yrs that I've reincarnated to this world I've thought of this moment every single night'. By no means was Mark a saint but that night a burning fire rose from his soul and in the blink of an eye he was already rushing towards the scene.
"Huh". One of the robbers looked back and saw Mark rushing towards them.
"Help please!" A kid who seemed not much older than 16yrs shouted.
" Hey punk, if you know what's good for you get the fuck out of here and mind your business. I won't tell you twice". The robber warned with a strong tone. " Leave the kid alone, we can ta....."
Bang!!!!
The sound of a bullet caught Mark of from his talk no jutsu.
' what the hell '. Mark thought while feeling confused about what just transpired while feeling a searing pain in his abdomen.
" Fucking hell Jack, why did you shoot?!, Who asked you to shoot?!". The robber asked his partner in crime also confused about what just happened. " Shut the fuck up, let's get out of here before the cops show up".
Thud!. Mark dropped to the hard floor while loosing consciousness. At that moment, the robbers knocked the kid unconscious, took his money, and came over to Mark and took all his possessions before running away.
' why did I have to be a hero?'. Mark thought regretfully while loosing his grip on reality. ' I'm too young to die, I haven't even fulfilled my dreams of spending the night with fifty beautiful, naked, big titty, big ass women '.
With those final regretful thoughts, Mark's heart stopped beating and his word faded into darkness.
' Dying isn't a good feeling in the slightest, but at least I'm not going through that anytime soon. Right? '. Mark thought but he quickly removed those thoughts from his head as he just reached the door of his room. Opening the door Mark was greeted to a large sized room, with walls so entirely covered in brilliantly golden-amber that their true color was impossible to discern. The floor was well-polished white, painted with intricate gold patterns, and apart from a few ornate chairs set against the walls, the room had a two meter long double headed spear mounted on the wall. Sunlight filtered in through two large windows on the easternmost wall, creating a warm, shimmering effect that danced across the golden surfaces, bathing the entire space in a soft, golden light and highlighting the exquisite detail of the craftsmanship everywhere.
Mark thought to himself, 'Time to get ready for dinner.' He shed his robes and stepped into his opulent bathroom, where the courtyard view unfolded like a serene canvas: an olive tree stood tall, and practice polearms lay scattered on the floor. The bathroom's interior was just as breathtaking, with floating vanities adorned with golden filigree and a majestic two-meter-tall mirror that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling. A sculptural block supported freestanding marble showers, exuding an air of understated luxury.
As Mark approached the mirror, his 12-year-old frame came into view. Standing at an impressive 5'4" for his age, Mark's bright golden eyes sparkled like miniature suns, a striking resemblance to his aunt's. His snub nose and short afro taper fade, neatly trimmed on his pitch-black hair, framed his face. Mark's radiant caramel-black skin glowed with a mystical sheen, a testament to his African heritage. A pair of stud earrings adorned his ears, featuring the blazing golden sun emblem - a family crest gifted by his mother. With a strong, athletic build evident in his chiseled six-pack and broad shoulders, Mark exuded a regal presence, like a prince from a fairytale. Yet, his physique spoke of more than just good looks - it was a map of rigorous training and dedication.
"Damn I look good". Mark could help but say while looking at himself in the mirror. As not to waste more time Mark entered the shower and took his bath.
After giving himself a light scrub he left the bathroom and entered his bedroom to find the cloth he was to wear for dinner on his king sized bed. Mark observed the outfit and he was very impressed, the suit defied every traditional rule of tailoring. The blazer was intentionally oversized, its boxy shape and broad, structured shoulders creating a powerful, almost dramatic silhouette. The sleeves were long, covering half his hands, and the entire jacket hung on his frame with a heavy, relaxed drape.Below, instead of fitted trousers, he wore a pair of baggy pants made from the same dark fabric. They were voluminous and loose through the legs, gathering in soft folds and pooling slightly over his shoes, lending him an air of effortless, modern cool.
This wasn't a suit meant to conform; it was a bold, fashion-forward statement, perfect for someone who wanted to stand out with confidence and contemporary style. In a way the suit felt like a representation of him, his character and ideals.
"Mom really knows alot about fashion". Mark wore the suit, used his hand to curl his hair a little and left his room to the dinning area.
Little did he know that events to take place in this dinner would change his life forever.