Lucien Silver Star lay nestled within the extravagant cradle of House Silver Star, his infant body feigning the innocence expected of a noble child. The regal chamber was adorned with tapestries depicting generations of Silver Star rulers—men who commanded armies, crushed rebellions, and shaped history with bloodied hands.
If only they knew the devil that now bore their name.
From the moment his consciousness settled into this new form, Lucien understood the power of patience. He was a master actor, after all. The world would only see what he wanted them to see—a child, helpless and naive. A boy overshadowed by his elder brothers, dismissed by his father, doted on by a mother who knew not the serpent in her arms.
He learned quickly.
Servants whispered secrets in the corridors, dismissing him as a babe too young to understand. His father's discipline favored the eldest son, shaping him into an heir with rigid control. His second brother—bitter and reckless—coveted the throne. And his mother? A woman of unearthly beauty, trapped in the cage of nobility.
He observed. He listened. He waited.
Until the day " it " happened.
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A surge of energy crackled through his veins, colder than ice, sharper than steel.
[ Sovereign System Update—Primary Skills Progressing ]
[ Illusion Mastery: Level 1 Unlocked ]
[ Mind Control: Passive Influence Activated ]
[ Race Evolution: 0.5% Progress ]
His lips curled. Even as an infant, his power was awakening.
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The first test arrived sooner than expected.
The wet nurse assigned to his care, a young woman named Isolde, was kind but careless. Her duties required devotion, yet she was too trusting —leaving the child unattended, assuming his innocence.
Lucien reached into her mind.
Like threads woven into delicate silk, her thoughts stretched before him. Every fear, every desire, every vulnerability. He pushed—just a mere whisper.
"You should stay. Hold me longer."
Her body stiffened. Confusion flickered in her gaze.
And yet—her arms tightened around him.
A grin formed in his tiny features. A mere breath , and she obeyed. Mind control, even in its weakest form, had begun.
The world had no idea what was coming.