Create a bill that punishes corrupt officials with death!"

But then they say: "Killing is against the law. They're human too, and have a right to live!"

Damn those so-called Human Rights activists.

Anyone running for office should serve the people, not exploit them.

And yet, time and again—
They hunger for power.
They bend the laws.
They steal the people’s taxes.

I was nothing but a small internet café owner, struggling to pay bills. But my life changed when I stumbled upon someone in a dark web forum. A shadow with a code name, who taught me everything—from basic programming to breaching secure national servers.

I became an anonymous whistleblower.
Exposed corrupt politicians.
Flooded social media with undeniable proof.

But one night, I made a mistake.
I forgot to activate my VPN. Forgot to scramble my signal.

And they came.
Secret agents. Black ops.

They didn’t arrest me.
They executed me.

I thought that was the end.

But fate had other plans.

I woke up… not on Earth…

…in a world ruled by mana and aura.

A world where kingdoms rise and fall by the strength of their swordsmen and mages…
…where corruption bleeds through nobility like poison in wine.

And this time, I won’t make the same mistake.

This time, I’ll burn their world from the inside out.

🏛️ The Imperial Court – Red Marble Hall


A series of events, each more unexplainable than the last, now lay before them:


An untrained child countered 4th-circle spells without chant or glyph.


He stabilized a demon incursion with solo spellcode.


He returned from the foglands unscathed, carrying an unknown system fragment.


> "He made no demand afterward," murmured Lord Helvar. "No title. No reward. That kind of silence is dangerous."


Lady Venra, head of House Cyras, leaned forward.


> "If the boy cannot be controlled, then at least bind him to blood."


> "We have daughters. Cousins. Even—" her lips twitched, "—certain royals. Match him to one of our own, and Verentis becomes a shared name."


Ten noble daughters. Ranked by blood, beauty, and magical aptitude.


> "Lira Caelis," one advisor noted, "already follows him. With training, she could become… acceptable."


The General of the Eastern Front leaned on his glaive.


> "A boy who can override command spells is not a future. He's a threat."


> "No aura trail. No chant. He could assassinate a noble and no one would know who cast it."


> "All we need is one sanctioned 'border raid' to go wrong."


> "If he dies in the fog, no one will question it. He's unlicensed. No binding contracts. Technically—he doesn't even exist in the mage registry."


The Empire's Royal Alchemist leaned in next.


> "You've missed the most obvious solution."


He tapped the copy of Agent Bell's report.


> "Don't destroy him. Don't seduce him."


> "We isolate him. Offer him sanctuary. Knowledge. Let him believe he's in control."


> "And then we record everything he does. How he casts. How he overrides spell logic. What rules he breaks."


> "And when the time comes—if needed—we replicate him."


Agent Bell, present only by projection, said nothing.


She simply watched the discussion unfold, face still, eyes unreadable.


> You don't understand what he is, she thought. He's not interested in your power plays.


In his quarters, Achilles stood by the window, reading a noble girl's formal proposal.


Then he tore the letter in half—and dropped it into the fireplace.


Chapter 15 - Thrones, Knives and Proposals