In the heart of the Shenron Empire, a boy of tender age, his youthful countenance framed by flowing platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, stood transfixed by a scene of unfathomable horror. Clad in a pristine white suit, a golden sheathed sword at his side, and a regal cape billowing behind him, he gazed upon a ghastly tableau that sent shivers down his spine.
Before him lay the lifeless form of a young woman, stripped of her dignity and marred by the cruel hand of violence. Her body bore the scars of burn marks and wounds, silent testimony to the agony she had endured. Though devoid of medical expertise, the crimson trails that escaped her pale lips whispered of the torment that had wracked her soul.
This grotesque spectacle unfolded within the capital of the Shenron Empire, one of the three eminent powers that graced the Ozane Continent. The boy's face twisted with a mix of disbelief and introspection, grappling with the stark contrast between his own expectations and the horrifying reality before him.
"I had believed myself to be immune to revulsion, impervious to the grotesque," he murmured, his voice filled with disappointment. "Yet this abomination has pierced even my steel resolve. It fuels an urge to sever the limbs of the perpetrator and cast him into the desolate wilderness."
With compassion in his eyes, he surveyed the scene, his mind searching for a glimmer of hope amidst the desolation. "But in this current state, what recourse do I truly possess? Unless some clue presents itself, my hands remain tied."
Deciding against intervening—a choice born of caution, for the capital harbored hidden vipers—he left the macabre scene behind and made his way toward the Novalie Palace. It was there that his mother, with a visage of concern, awaited his arrival. Though lacking in specifics, his mother had impressed upon him the importance of this meeting.
A wistful smile crossed the boy's lips as he considered his circumstances. "Whenever my mother imparts news with that expression, it invariably heralds a storm on the horizon. But not all is bleak."
He paused, reflecting upon the privileges bestowed upon him in this world. "At the very least, I possess the fortune of noble birth. While others covet the golden spoon, I find myself grasping a diamond spoon, a symbol of opulence beyond compare."
Yet, beneath the veneer of affluence, discontent lingered. "But even with such advantages, I find little solace in the prospect of reliving a life I had already established. The hardships endured, the obstacles overcome—all of it rendered naught by an accident not of my making. Reincarnated into an illogical world, where rampant injustice runs amok, I am hardly one to bemoan my lot. Yet, must the literary or gaming realms I inhabit revel in gratuitous gore? Must they be labeled 'mature audiences only'? In this world, I am relieved of financial burdens, left to focus solely on honing my physical prowess, ensuring my survival."
As he contemplated his unfortunate circumstances, the boy arrived at the grand Novalie Palace, an abode adorned with rare botanical wonders from across the continent. Welcoming him were the diligent butlers and maids, their presence an assurance of order and luxury. Standing amidst them was a distinguished figure, the Head Butler, who addressed him with a composed demeanor.
"Welcome, your highness," the Head Butler spoke, his voice resonating with a respectful tone. "The Empress awaits you in the dining hall, where your favorite dish, Crab Louie, has been prepared, accompanied by the indulgence of Brigadeiros for dessert."
Delighted, the boy's expression brightened as he responded, "Ah, Uncle Gerald, your thoughtfulness knows no bounds. I extend my deepest gratitude to you."
But the Head Butler, his countenance stern, replied with firm resolve, "Your highness, I implore you to refrain from addressing me as 'uncle.' I am but a humble servant, privileged to serve as the Head Butler of the esteemed Novalie Palace, where the Empress of the Shenron Empire resides."
Unfazed, the boy maintained his composure, replying in a measured tone, "Ah, my apologies, Uncle Gerald. Old habits die hard, it seems. Nonetheless, I appreciate your guidance."
Yet the Head Butler, unwavering in his duties, returned his attention to the matter at hand. "Your highness, now is not the time for idle banter. The Empress awaits your presence in the dining hall."
With that reminder, the boy nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "Indeed, time is of the essence. Lead the way, Uncle Gerald, for I shall not keep the Empress waiting any longer."