In the sprawling expanse of the universe, amidst the countless planets that lay scattered like jewels in the vast expanse of the cosmos, there existed a low-level magic world far from the Capital of the Sun Moon Empire. This world was a place of magic, where spells and incantations flowed like water and mystic energies coursed through the very fabric of existence.
Magnus Frost had recently led an expedition to this low-level magic planet and emerged victorious, having conquered it in the name of the Sun Moon Empire. But the world he had claimed was not without its dangers and challenges, for it was infested with all manner of monstrous creatures.
On planet Avalon, the monsters gathered in compact areas known as dungeons, where they lurked and schemed, waiting for unsuspecting adventurers to stumble upon their lairs.
Among these dungeons was the infamous Kobold's Den of Mischief, a place of great danger and treachery.
Located deep within one of the many wildernesses of planet Avalon, this strange and mystical world, the Kobold's Den of Mischief was a place where the kobolds, a race of mischievous and cunning creatures, had made their home. It was a labyrinthine maze of twisting corridors and hidden chambers, filled with traps and puzzles designed to ensnare and confuse any who dared to enter.
And yet, despite its many dangers, the Kobold's Den of Mischief was a place of great importance to the Crown Prince of Frost. It housed the means for him to attain greater strength, as well as an invaluable item that could aid him in his mission to suppress the rebellious members of his clans that were plotting his downfall.
"I'll set off for planet Avalon tomorrow. But for now, I really need to hit the hay."
Evan was completely drained, both mentally and physically. After only two hours of sleep, he had woken up with the memories of his previous life. Gobbling up all that info was just plain exhausting. After that, he had a long chat with his dad, and then he made a major breakthrough in his cultivation and set out some plans for the future. After all that, his tiredness had reached an all-time high. He was so worn out that he knew he couldn't soldier on without some proper rest.
Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was way past midnight. With a deep sigh, he plopped down onto his cozy bed and closed his eyes, hoping for a bit of shut-eye. It only took a minute for him to drift off into a deep slumber.
The morning after, Evan woke up feeling like a new person.
"Wow, what a great sleep. I feel like a new person today."
Yawning and stretching, he relished in the feeling of a good night's rest. This was the best sleep he had had in recent years. Maybe it's because he had recently regained all his past memories and overcame his paranoia, which made him feel rejuvenated. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt light as a feather, and his mind was as clear as a crystal. Overall, it was a refreshing change from his usual sluggish mornings.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the time and saw that it was already 11:30 a.m.
Evan sat on his bed, a devious smile playing on his lips. "I can finally put my plan into motion."
Evan's attention shifted toward the door as he heard a faint sound coming from outside his room. He knew what had caused it.
Due to the strict rules that Evan had set down in the past rules, eunuchs were forbidden from being present near his chambers. Because he disliked the feeling of anyone lurking close to his room at night, his servants were confined to the outer premises until morning. But as the day had dawned, the servants were readily available at his beck and call, waiting patiently outside his room.
"Havelock, enter the room!" Evan called out loudly.
In close proximity to Evan's room, a servant of the Frost Clan was partaking in a relaxing ritual of sipping tea and munching on biscuits.
"Why on earth is that little brat summoning me at this hour of the day? Who the hell does he think he is, bossing me around like this?" muttered Havelock, clearly annoyed.
The actions he took, though, were contrary to his words. He put the cup on the table and stood up, his contorted expression similar to a person suffering from cramps.
Despite not being officially listed as Havelock's master, it was an undeniable fact that Evan held the eunuch's life in the palm of his hand.
On the surface, Havelock was a powerful and talented soul cultivator, but behind all that, he was a slave of the Frost Clan. He had been tasked with the duty of serving whoever was named Heir apparent.
Evan's well-being was Havelock's responsibility, though the Eunuch harbored no genuine desire to serve him.
Havelock had long been dissatisfied with his master and had been patiently waiting for Evan to be stripped of his position, but he had run out of patience and was just waiting for a chance to drag him down. Havelock feared that he would only be known as a slave who serves a waste as long as Evan was the Crown Prince. Havelock wanted to serve a more competent person, someone worthy of being his master. He was tired of wasting his talent for a paranoid man.
As Havelock stood up from his spot, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Startled, he turned around to see Edmund standing there, looking at him sternly.
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Important note: Havelock is a woman disguised as a Eunuch!