So… I'm the one who was reborn into a royal family.
A grand successor to the mighty Nightreign bloodline.
And yet, because of my blindness, I'm treated like a curse.
> "The young master is already eleven… and he hasn't spoken a single word," a servant whispered in the corridor.
> "They say he's mute… or broken," another replied.
They're wrong.
I can speak. I just don't want to.
Why should I follow the same path as my previous life? Struggling endlessly… only to die pointlessly again?
No. Silence suits me. It keeps them away.
And what was I named again?
…
I don't know. Maybe they even forgot to name me.
Well, I don't care. I'll choose my own name when the time comes.
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> "We can't handle him anymore. We need to do something about him—we can't hide him forever," a deep, commanding voice thundered through the walls.
Even from this far away, I could hear every word clearly.
> "I, Selgor Nightreign, the head of the Nightreign family, issue an assassination warrant for that child."
…Wow.
So they're really planning to assassinate me.
Am I seriously screwed here as well?
I don't even have the strength to fight back.
Or… maybe I do.
Since my rebirth, I've discovered four abilities. None are perfect, but they're mine.
First: Sight without sight. Even though my eyes can't see, I can perceive everything within a 700–800 meter radius. The world appears to me as shifting outlines and misty forms. I can maintain it for a few minutes before exhaustion sets in.
Second: Some weird, half-useless ability — I can turn solid objects into something like rubber. Don't ask me how. It just… happens.
Third: Enhanced hearing, similar to my vision. I can pick up any conversation within a kilometer, but only for a short time.
Fourth: Rage. When I push myself to the limit, my body heats up, and my strength increases rapidly for a brief period. But the aftermath is brutal — every time I use it, it feels like I'm about to die.
Not exactly the power set of a hero.