In one of the palaces in the city of Frauron, a boy around 16 or 17 years old was sleeping on his bed. He had long silver hair and a face so handsome it was beyond words.
Soon, the boy woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes, which were golden. He got up from the bed with a cold and emotionless expression. He was tall, standing at about 1.92 meters.
His name was Solarian.
Somehow, he had just remembered his past life and realized that he had been reincarnated in a game called "Journey of the Worlds."
In his past life, he was also known as Solarian. This game, Journey of the Worlds, had become very popular in just a few weeks in his past life, thanks to its captivating storylines.
"Journey of the Worlds" was a game where players could embody an almost infinite array of characters, making it a vast universe of narratives.
The game was centered around the stories of protagonists, antagonists, and even extras, each with their unique storylines. This diversity was the key to its immense popularity.
In the game, players could choose from various types of characters, each woven into the fabric of this expansive world with their distinct tales.
There were stories of magic swordsmen, unparalleled martial doctors, and geniuses betrayed and killed by their fiancées, only to be reincarnated in the future seeking vengeance.
There were even narratives about villains reborn with the aim of altering their fates to avoid doom, and tales of ordinary extras who somehow know the original plot and decided to stick to it, despite intending to stick to the original plot, ended up becoming the main character.
From authors who found themselves living as the characters they created, to individuals seeking redemption or revenge, "Journey of the Worlds" offered all kinds of storylines and plots, catering to every player's fantasy.
Solarian moved towards the window, opening it to gaze upon a sky ablaze with countless stars twinkling against the dark canvas of the night.
With a calm voice, he uttered, "Status window."
The air in front of him shimmered, and text materialized, displaying his identity and status:
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[Name: Solarian Van Astarion] [Alias: Asmodeus (Demon name), Solmaus (Dragon name), (Tian huayin) Mythical cultivation name]
[Race: Half-Demon, Half-Dragon]
[Affiliation: Demon Imperial Family (Young Master), Dragon Imperial Family (Young Master), Heavenly Mythical Academy (Young Master)]
[Title: Crown Prince of the Demon Race, Crown Prince of the Dragon Race, Candidate for the Master of the Heavenly Mythical Academy]
[Age: 17]
[Mythical Stage: Adept Stage]
[Charm: 99]
[Fate Status: Heavenly Supreme Villain, Heavenly Supreme Protagonist]
[Luck Value: 1,000,000 (Average Luck Value: 10 ) ( Luck value still increasing)]
[Villain Value: 1,000,000 (Average Villain Value: 30)(Villain value still increasing) ]
[Innate talents: ? (Not awakened yet)]
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Solarian was really surprised to see the status window actually appear in front of him.
He had only tried it out because, when he played this game in his previous life, all the players could check their status this way.
Even though Solarian had just remembered his past life and the fact that he was reborn inside a game, none of these revelations shocked or surprised him much.
This was because he had reincarnated, not just transmigrated, into this world.
Even though he had only now remembered his past life's memories, he hadn't forgotten the memories of his current life.
He had lived this life from the start, remembering everything and feeling every moment.
Just because he remembered his past life didn't mean he was going to act irrationally, like refusing to accept his reality or trying to stay hidden.
He will still stay like he used to before remembering his past life.
He was peering out of the window when he noticed the first light of dawn breaking the night's hold.
Glancing at the time, he realized it was already 7 a.m. With that, he proceeded to the bathroom for a hot shower, letting the warmth cascade over him, easing the muscles and clearing the mind for the day ahead.
After getting dressed, he made his way downstairs.
As he descended, an handsome man in the traditional attire of a butler greeted him. "Good morning, young master," the man's voice was warm, filled with respect and a hint of affection.
"Good morning, Volmoran," Solarian replied, his voice devoid of emotion as he seated himself at the breakfast table.
His response was automatic, a daily exchange that had become routine.
Volmoran, the butler, didn't take offense or show any sign of being affected by Solarian's cold demeanor; he was well accustomed to it by now.
Then solarian notice something on the head of volmoran and all the other servants in the palace, he was able to see the luck value or villain value on everyone's head.
All the servants in the palace mostly have villain points and the highest number was on the head of volmoran, which was around 30,000 villain value.
While Solarian began to eat, Volmoran stood by, observing for a moment before speaking up. "Young master, shall we depart now?" His tone was gentle, suggesting rather than imposing.
"To where?" Solarian asked, pausing between bites of his breakfast, his expression one of genuine curiosity.
"To the Divine Academy, of course," Volmoran reminded him patiently, as if it was an oft-repeated script between them.
Solarian paused, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth as he processed the reminder.
He put the toast down and glanced at the calendar on the table, verifying the date. "Ah, today is the day I go to the academy," he acknowledged, a spark of realization in his eyes.
As Solarian thought about the Divine Academy, an almost evil smirk crept across his face. This place was not just any academy to him; it was where his "harvest" — or rather, the protagonists and antagonists of his story — were.