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CHAPTER 1 RIBBON AS A WEAKEST PRINCE
Time…
had stopped.
No sound.
No movement.
Only emptiness surrounded everything—
a vast void where neither up nor down existed,
where even direction had lost its meaning.
Within that endless darkness,
a man was falling.
Or perhaps…
he had been left hanging there.
His body felt no pain anymore,
but his soul—
it was shattered.
His lips moved slowly.
"I trusted someone…"
His voice trembled.
"And that very trust…"
"…is what brought me here."
His eyelids grew heavy,
as if consciousness itself was abandoning him.
Just before the end—
a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Master…"
"you were right."
And then—
he closed his eyes.
Rebirth
"Where… am I?"
The voice was his,
but the body felt unfamiliar.
Jay opened his eyes.
The ceiling was strange—
old, cracked, and unfamiliar.
The air felt heavy.
Breathing was difficult.
And his body…
It was small.
"This… what is this?"
As he tried to move—
his head exploded in pain.
Sharp.
Overwhelming.
Memories flooded in like a storm.
Blood.
Alcohol.
Dark nights.
Cold streets.
And bodies…
lifeless bodies on the ground.
His eyes widened.
"These memories…"
And then he remembered—
who he was.
He was the Killer Empire.
A killer among killers.
The one people feared enough to call—
God.
The highest rank among assassins.
The Number One Assassin God.
A man who never feared,
never hesitated,
never trembled—
even when facing death itself.
He laughed while drinking,
but inside…
he was always empty.
"I was an orphan…"
He had once said to himself.
"My parents abandoned me."
That night, the same question had haunted him—
If they had not abandoned him,
would he still have become
such a merciless killer?
Or would he have lived…
a normal life?
And then—
blood spilled from his mouth.
"What… is this?"
"Poison?"
His trembling eyes fell on the bottle of alcohol.
"How much poison was mixed in…?"
Before he could think further—
something pierced his back.
Cold.
Sharp.
A sword.
Slowly…
deep inside.
He turned around with difficulty.
It was Leia.
From the Liene Family—
a family that had been completely destroyed.
A girl who once wandered like an orphan.
The one he had saved.
The one he had given power.
And—
the only one to whom he had revealed his real name.
Jay.
A name no one else in the world knew.
Today…
she was the one killing him.
"Why…?"
Jay's voice was heavy.
There was no regret in Leia's eyes.
"I always wanted power,"
she said.
"After my family was destroyed,
I thought my desires had died as well."
Her voice trembled with obsession.
"But when you took me in…"
"I believed I could obtain supreme power."
Her eyes shone brightly.
"But you always kept me away from your true strength."
"That's why…"
"you had to die."
Jay spoke through bloodstained lips—
"I only wanted you…"
"…to live."
Leia laughed.
"A normal life?"
"Who wants to live a normal life?"
"Power is an addiction, Jay."
"And that addiction is all I desire."
"We are living in the third century,"
"and you still consider power a curse."
Jay's voice faded—
"But power…"
"…destroys everything."
"Let it destroy,"
Leia replied calmly.
"I want to drown in it."
And then—
darkness.
New Memories
"What am I doing here…?"
Jay opened his eyes again.
His head hurt—
but this pain was different.
New memories…
memories of this body.
This body was also named Jay.
A child—
bullied by everyone,
called weak.
He was a prince.
A prince of the greatest family on the continent.
The Twelfth Prince of the Moria Empire.
The Kingdom of Moria—
the strongest empire in this world.
Magic existed here.
Everyone possessed some kind of power.
Some controlled fire.
Some multiplied their strength many times over.
And this child?
He possessed only one ability—
Teleportation
the power to move from one place to another.
That was all.
Because of this, he was labeled weak.
Mocked.
Humiliated.
Even his mother was disrespected.
But—
his mother never called him weak.
She always stood by him.
Always loved him.
Yet the pain…
the humiliation…
the endless insults…
Watching all of it—
one day, the child
cut his own veins.
Ready to die.
And then—
Jay spoke within himself—
"I will help you."
"Your name is Jay…"
"and my name is also Jay."
"From today onward—"
"I will live as you."
"And I will take you…"
"…to the very top of this world."
"For your mother…"
"For my new mother…"
Jay clenched his fist.
At that moment—
"Jay… are you alright?"
His mother hugged him tightly.
Jay looked around.
And remembered—
their family received only
ten gold coins a month.
While a normal prince received
thousands—
even millions.
Out of those ten,
four went to the servants.
And his father—
the all-powerful king—
never even looked at him.
As those memories surfaced,
cold anger filled Jay's eyes.
"A father…"
"…should at least look at his son once."
He spoke silently—
"Now I'll show you…"
"…who I really am."
Cliffhanger
At that moment—
the sound of horses echoed outside the palace.
Heavy footsteps followed.
The door burst open.
A royal messenger entered,
his face cold and merciless.
"The king's order."
He announced without hesitation—
"The Twelfth Prince and his mother
are to be expelled from the palace today."
Silence filled the room.
Jay slowly raised his head.
In his eyes—
there was no longer a child's fear—
only the cold gaze
of the Assassin God.
"Moria Empire…"
"You thought I was weak."
A chilling smile appeared on his lips.
"Now it's my turn."
—To Be Continued