After a mysterious political incident abruptly ended his life, Sirian, the 28-year-old minister, found himself confronting a death he had never expected — sudden, violent, and final. He had been one of the sharpest minds in the government — cold, composed, and possessing an extraordinary ability to read people as if they were open books. He trusted neither emotion nor chance.

One night, while scrolling through his phone, he came across a short clip from a famous novel spreading on social media:
In the pitch-dark room, there was nothing but a silence that weighed on every corner.
…A young boy appeared, still as a shadow, arms folded, standing alone in a distant corner.

…Then he slowly turned, his neck twisting with a delicate movement.
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Ba… thump!
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Ba… thump!
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Sirian’s eyes were drawn to the boy’s glowing, unnatural blue eyes that pierced the darkness.
Suddenly… darkness around him was engulfed by light.

“Hmm, not bad,” he murmured.

He had never cared for novels, yet the scene lingered in his mind with unsettling clarity.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different world. He had awakened in the body of that very child — the son of a duke who had never appeared in society, surrounded by secrets, with eyes that glowed with the same mysterious power his own had glimpsed in that clip.

Now, thirteen years later, in a world ruled by swords and magic, Sirian stands on the threshold of a new beginning. This time, he is no longer merely a brilliant politician in a corrupt world… but the heir to a power capable of overturning the balance of the entire empire
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‏Academy//Romance//Non-Harem //Sword & Sorcery//Powerful MC //Mystery* Fantasy

In the depths of the ancient Valstream Palace,


the cold morning breaths slipped through the navy velvet curtains,


caressing the marble floor that reflected the soft glow of light.


Silence reigned, broken only by the steady breaths of a single figure.


In the center of the room stood a tall young man,


his shoulders straight, his calm posture giving him a commanding presence without a word.


A black silk ribbon wrapped around his head.


and gently, deliberately, grasped the end of the ribbon.


The fabric moved with a faint sound before slipping from his eyes.


it was as if the very light had changed its color.


His pale blue eyes, luminous like clear crystal,


sparkled as if they were a spring from the heavens themselves,


revealing a power beyond the ordinary, and a calm that could not be easily pierced.


Long, dense white lashes cast delicate shadows on his pale cheeks,


enhancing both his allure and his mystery.


His short white hair, gleaming like fresh snow,


fluttered lightly with the movement of the air.


His face, with serene features and perfectly balanced lines,


combining coldness and perfection in a breathtaking way.


He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a silent moment,


then whispered to himself in a low voice, dripping with both irony and calm:


"It's been a long time… since I looked into my own eyes like this."


Another silence followed his words, before he breathed slowly,


his voice carrying a tone of confession meant for no one else:


"Truly… thirteen years have passed since I first took this form."


He raised his left hand, touching his left temple where the power that once nearly killed him lay dormant.


a mix of confidence, nostalgia, and threat, before he finally murmured:


"This time… I will not let the end repeat itself."


his crystalline eyes seemed to silently declare:


He chuckled softly, whispering to himself in a low, calm voice, tinged with irony:


"Life is like light passing through a prism… every angle we choose creates our own colors, and this time, I will choose mine."


Chapter 1 - ‏Chapter One —{When the Light Was Unveiled}