Chapter 2: After the Exile — The System Awakens.
Royal soldiers surrounded Chris from both sides.
The sound of their armored boots echoed through the vast corridors as they marched him forward.
Each step felt heavy, not because of fear—
but because of where they were taking him.
The palace was magnificent.
Towering pillars carved with gold, walls decorated with ancient murals, chandeliers glowing like frozen stars—
luxury stretched in every direction as far as the eye could see.
Servants were everywhere.
Some stood with their heads bowed low,
some hurried silently to clear the path,
others froze the moment Chris passed by.
Yet not a single pair of eyes held sympathy.
Only distance.
Only indifference.
Chris was taken deeper into the palace—
into the grand audience hall.
At the far end, upon a raised throne, sat a young woman.
She was adorned in royal garments, jewels resting heavily upon her body, her posture straight and commanding.
She was the Queen of the Maurya Empire.
Her expression was cold.
Not anger.
Not hatred.
Just absolute dismissal.
Chris was forced to stop before her.
For a brief moment, silence ruled the hall.
Then the Queen spoke.
Her voice was calm—
and cruel.
"You are useless."
The words fell like a verdict.
"You possess no strength, no talent, and no qualities worthy of the throne."
Her gaze moved over him slowly, as if inspecting something broken.
"A weak existence like you has no value in the Maurya Empire."
The air grew heavy.
Servants held their breath.
Soldiers stood rigid.
The Queen continued, her tone unchanged—
"From this moment onward, you are expelled from the kingdom."
"Chris of the Maurya bloodline—
your status as a prince is revoked."
"You are hereby exiled from the Maurya Empire."
No hesitation.
No mercy.
The soldiers stepped forward and seized Chris again.
Yet Chris did not resist.
His face remained calm.
His eyes held no tears.
No fear.
Only a deep, silent stillness.
As if this humiliation was being carved into his soul—
not as pain,
but as a memory he would never allow himself to forget.
And as he was dragged away from the throne room—
The Maurya Empire committed
its greatest mistake.
After a few minutes—
The carriage continued to move forward.
The creaking of its old wooden wheels echoed unnaturally across the deserted road—
as if every sound was hammering another nail into the life Jay had left behind.
Creak… Creak…
The sound refused to fade.
Just like humiliation.
Just like memories that refused to die.
The road felt endless.
The sky above was dull and colorless, as if even the heavens had lost interest in watching.
The wind was cold— sharp enough to cut into flesh.
Yet Jay felt none of it.
Because something inside him had already frozen solid.
Every jolt of the carriage did not shake his body—
it shook his two lives.
One life—
A life lived in darkness.
A life where names had no meaning.
Where faces were irrelevant.
Where emotions were liabilities.
A world of silent movement.
Perfect timing.
Clean executions.
A world where mercy was weakness
and regret was useless.
That was his first life.
The second life—
A life where he was branded weak from the moment he was born.
Where his blood was royal, yet his worth was treated as nothing.
A prince in name.
A burden in reality.
The palace was no longer visible.
Yet Jay knew—
Some places vanish from sight,
but their wounds continue to walk beside you.
That palace…
Where he was born.
Where every morning reminded him that he did not belong.
Where his existence was tolerated, not accepted.
Where his mother—
a queen by title—
was treated as less than a servant.
Where smiles hid contempt.
And silence carried cruelty far sharper than words.
Inside the carriage, there was an unbearable stillness.
No crying.
No protests.
No anger.
Only heavy breathing.
His mother sat across from him.
Her skin was pale.
Her lips were dry.
Her hands trembled faintly, as if strength itself was slowly abandoning her.
Her breathing was so shallow that it felt as though every breath had been borrowed from fate.
Jay could not look away.
Something tightened inside his chest.
It wasn't a pain that screamed.
It was a pain that crushed everything silently—
from the inside.
"In my first life…"
"I had no mother."
"There was no one whose breathing mattered to me."
His eyes darkened.
"And in this life…"
His jaw clenched.
"If I lose you too…"
The thought remained unfinished.
Because at that moment—
The air trembled.
There was no sound.
No light.
No pressure.
Only the strange sensation that someone had gently brushed against the veil of reality itself.
Jay's eyelids fluttered.
And when he opened his eyes—
Something was there.
A blue, translucent screen.
Not solid.
Not illusion.
It simply existed.
As if the world itself could not deny its presence.
Symbols floated upon it, glowing faintly—
as if they were alive.
As if they were observing him.
Jay held his breath.
The instincts of the Assassin God awakened instantly.
Magic?
Hallucination?
Mental interference?
Forced intrusion into consciousness?
His body remained calm.
Breathing steady.
Heartbeat controlled.
But his mind—
Was dissecting every possibility with cold, merciless logic.
Hostility — None
Killing Intent — None
Pressure — None
Threat Level — Zero
"Interesting…" Jay thought.
"If this were a trap…"
"I would already be dead."
He focused on the screen.
📜 Status Window — Host Information
(Visible to Host Only)
Name: Jay
Age: 11 Years
Status: Alive
Social Rank: Exiled Prince
Empire: Maurya Empire
Physical Condition:
• Muscular Development — Weak
• Bone Growth — Incomplete
• Nutrition Level — Critically Low
Weight: 32 kg
Primary Abilities:
(1) Teleportation (Level 1)
(2) ???
(3) ???
Jay's gaze paused.
"Unknown abilities…?"
"So they exist…"
"They're just dormant."
Something stirred within him.
Ability Description:
Instant relocation from one point to another
Limitations: Distance, fatigue, mental focus
Special Note:
With proper thinking and training—
this ability can become far deadlier than direct combat.
Jay's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Teleportation…"
"Not power meant for frontal battles…"
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
A dangerous smile.
"But killing was never about strength."
That smile—
was the kind only those who understand death ever show.
His gaze shifted instinctively toward his mother.
And in the next instant—
The screen changed.
As if the system itself had read his thoughts.
📜 Status Window — Target Analysis
Name: Godavari
Age: 40 Years
Status: Alive (Unstable)
Physical Condition:
• Internal bleeding
• Chronic weakness
• Severe depletion of life energy
Weight: 45 kg
Hidden Talent:
• Life Resonance — Dormant
Jay's eyes widened slightly.
"Hidden… talent?"
Talent Description:
The ability to sense, harmonize with, and control life energy.
Future Potential:
If given proper treatment and awakening—
this woman can become a high-tier life-energy practitioner.
Jay's chest grew heavy.
In his first life,
he had seen mountains of corpses.
In this life—
For the first time—
He saw a path to save someone.
"So you were never meant just to suffer…"
His fingers clenched unconsciously.
"If I survive…"
"If I become strong…"
His gaze never left her.
"Then no force in this world will ever touch you again."
At that moment—
The symbols on the screen fractured.
They shattered—
and reassembled into something far more complex.
The air inside the carriage became heavy.
As if—
Time itself had paused to observe him.
📜 System Authority Activated
Authority: Future Path Revelation
Status: Partially Awakened
Compatibility: Perfect
Reason: Dual-life consciousness detected
Jay's pupils contracted.
The screen no longer expanded downward—
It opened forward.
As if it was no longer observing the present…
but tearing through the future itself.
📜 Future Path Projection — Godavari
Current State: Broken Vessel
Fate Status: Suppressed
Possible Future Evolutions:
🔹 Path 1 — Life Resonance Healer
A master of life-energy restoration.
Capable of healing fatal wounds.
Revered and feared across empires.
🔹 Path 2 — Life Domain Practitioner
Controls a limited life domain.
Can strengthen allies and weaken enemies.
One existence capable of altering wars.
🔹 Path 3 — Mother of Vitality (Rare Fate Title)
Life energy naturally gathers around her.
Presence alone increases survival rates.
Cannot be easily killed by conventional means.
Requirements:
• Life-energy awakening
• Protection from fate erosion
• A son who defies destiny
Jay's breathing stopped.
This wasn't power.
This was hope made visible.
"I'll break your fate…"
The screen slowly faded.
And then—
It vanished.
As if it had never existed.
The carriage continued moving.
But Jay was no longer the child thrown out of the palace.
Now he had—
Information.
Direction.
And a reason.
He looked at his mother and spoke softly,
"Mother… you won't have to endure pain anymore."
At that moment—
The carriage stopped violently.
The horses panicked.
Wood cracked.
A soldier screamed.
From outside came a harsh, mocking laugh—
"Looks like fate doesn't want you alive, Prince."
Jay slowly raised his eyes.
Three men stood before the carriage.
Armed.
Greedy eyes.
Faces accustomed to violence.
Bandits.
Or perhaps—
Hired hunters.
Jay calmly pulled his mother behind him.
His face was emotionless.
Silent.
Dangerous.
"In my first life…"
"I learned how to kill."
His fingers moved through the air.
For a brief moment—
His body flickered.
As if existence itself acknowledged him.
Cold light shone in his eyes.
"In this life…"
"I will kill to protect."
"Weak Prince?"
Jay's lips moved slightly.
"No…"
"I am the greatest mistake the Maurya Empire ever made."
— To Be Continued 🔥⚔️