Chapter 1: The Death and the New Life
The rain was falling heavily that night.
Arif was running across the empty street, trying to reach home. His school bag was soaked, and lightning flashed across the sky.
Suddenly—
A bright light.
A loud sound of a truck.
Everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he was not on the road.
He was lying on a soft bed.
Golden curtains surrounded him. The room looked like a palace.
Arif slowly sat up, confused.
"Where… am I?"
A young maid rushed in.
"Your Highness! You are finally awake!"
Arif froze.
Highness? Me?
He looked at his hands—smaller, softer, not his real body.
A mirror stood nearby. He walked slowly toward it.
And what he saw made his heart stop.
A boy, around 14–15 years old, with silver hair and royal clothes… was staring back at him.
"This… is not my face," he whispered.
Suddenly, memories that were not his own flooded his mind.
Prince Kael—The weakest prince of the Velmoria Kingdom.
Ignored. Mocked. Powerless.
Arif clenched his fists.
"So… I died in my world…"
He looked at the mirror again.
"And now… I am this prince."
Outside the window, thunder roared.
But inside him, something else was waking up.