Chapter 1
Narrator POV
A young man in tattered royal robes stood on a lonely wooden boat as it drifted toward an unfamiliar shore. His once-pristine garments were torn and dirtied, his face marked with bruises and exhaustion.
His name was Prince Lucas Vallstang III, son of King William Vallstang of Leonas and Queen Nora Vallstang. As the third child of the royal family, Lucas had grown up privileged, showered with luxury and love. His father, King William, was a wise and just ruler beloved by his subjects. Life seemed destined to remain golden.
Until betrayal came.
King William's own brother, Prince Philip, conspired with greedy dukes, the Hand of the King, and even the Grand General. Their coup succeeded. The royal family was captured, and Leonas fell into Philip's grasp.
Disguised as commoners, William had tried to flee with his wife and children to seek refuge in a friendly kingdom. But the citizens he had once cherished betrayed him to the city guards. Captured, humiliated, and forced to his knees, William was executed before his people—an example to inspire fear and obedience.
Queen Nora was claimed for Philip's harem. Lucas's elder brother, Prince Samuel, was condemned to rot in the dungeon until death. His sister, Princess Emma, was married off to a decrepit old duke loyal to Philip.
And Lucas? By the kingdom's own laws, a child of his age could not be executed or imprisoned. Instead, he was exiled—cast away to survive or perish on his own.
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Lucas POV
The boat finally scraped against the shore. I stepped onto the sand, staring at the endless green trees beyond.
"So… this is my new home, huh?" I muttered bitterly.
The island was lush, vibrant with nature, but utterly silent. No signs of human life. Just me—an abandoned prince on foreign soil.
That's when it happened.
A mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
[Initializing system… 0%]
[Initializing system… 30%]
I froze, then a grin slowly tugged at my lips.
That voice… it wasn't random. I knew what this was.
Because besides being an exiled prince, I was something else—a transmigrator.
In my previous life, I had been nobody. A nameless man in a small apartment, working a dead-end blue-collar job. No wife, no children, no family. Loneliness consumed me, and depression weighed on my shoulders. Doctors prescribed medication to numb the pain.
One night, in a haze, I swallowed the wrong bottle. Rat poison. On its own, it might not have killed me—but fate had other plans. I slipped on the stairs, cracked my head, and died instantly.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in this world—royal blood in my veins, but my memories locked away. Over the years, fragments of my past life trickled back. Now, at fourteen, the final piece had arrived.
My system. My golden finger.
[Initializing system… 80%]
[Initializing system… 100%]
[System fully awakened.]
A glowing blue screen materialized before me.
[Welcome, Host. I am the Gaming System.]
[This system grants items, powers, skills, summons, and more—
drawn from the games you know.]
My breath quickened. A system that pulled power from games? This was beyond anything I had dared to hope for.
[Initiating game draw…]
A digital roulette spun across the screen, flashing familiar titles—Tekken, Devil May Cry, Halo, GTA…
It slowed. Slowed. And then—
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Clash of Clans.]
[Activating game…]
The logo of Supercell shimmered across the screen like the opening of an app. A sprawling map unfolded, showing the island I stood upon.
In my troop list, only a single option was available: five Wizards.
I tapped the icon.
Five beams of light shot from the system window into the sky. They condensed into glowing orbs, then reshaped into robed figures.
The Wizards landed gracefully before me, their eyes burning with arcane power. One stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Nice to finally meet you… my king."
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To be continued…