Power is Everything.
It was the law of existence. The foundation of the world. The strong ruled, the weak obeyed, and those who rejected this truth were crushed beneath it.
And among the strong, none stood higher than Ray Solstice.
He was not a mere warrior, not a simple king.
He was the pinnacle of magic itself—the one who stood above all things.
Fire, water, wind, earth, lightning, ice, darkness, and light—all elements bent to his will. Where others learned spells from ancient texts, he created magic from nothing. Where others built armies, he shattered them with a single breath.
He was feared. Revered. Untouchable.
And for that reason… they betrayed him.
The Five Great Factions—the rulers of magic, the self-proclaimed guardians of the world—could not accept his existence.
They saw his strength, his limitless growth, and they trembled.
If they did not stop him now, there would come a day when they would no longer matter.
So they conspired. They gathered their greatest warriors, their strongest mages, their most ancient relics, and their forbidden spells. A battle of one against an entire world.
And even then—they barely won.
The Fall of Ray Solstice
The sky itself cracked open from the sheer force of the battle.
A thousand spells rained down, a storm of divine fire and freezing void energy. The strongest warriors, kings, and gods gathered as one.
And Ray stood alone.
He raised a hand, and the flames meant to burn him froze midair before shattering into ice.
He stepped forward, and a hurricane meant to tear him apart vanished into nothingness.
Even time itself bent under his magic, his enemies moving like sluggish insects while he walked untouched through the battlefield.
Against any other being, their combined forces would have obliterated them in seconds.
Against him?
It was a slaughter.
With a whisper, he called lightning that turned entire cities to ash.
With a flick of his wrist, he rewrote reality itself, bending their strongest magic back against them.
With a single step, he shattered their champions, cutting through their ranks like a god descending upon insects.
And then, in their final act of desperation—they used it.
A spell that no mortal, no god, no creature had ever dared to use. A magic so absolute, so devastating, that it did not kill—but erased.
A sealing ritual crafted from the pure laws of existence, designed to remove him from reality itself.
Ray felt it the moment it activated.
The magic did not try to destroy him—it tried to undo him.
To wipe away his past, his future, his very existence.
For the first time in his life… he felt himself slipping.
He reached for his magic—but the spell had already taken hold.
He tried to fight back—but even his overwhelming power could not resist the weight of the world turning against him.
And as the light consumed him, the last thing he saw was their faces.
The five who had betrayed him.
Their expressions weren't victorious.
They were terrified.
Because even as he faded, he was smiling.
"Did you really think this would be the end?"
Then—nothing.
The Rebirth of a King
When Ray Solstice opened his eyes again, something was wrong.
The first thing he felt was weakness.
And it was so disgusting—so revolting—that he almost threw up on the spot.
His body was small, frail, pathetically weak. His arms, thin and powerless. His breath, short and ragged.
And his head—his mind—was drowning in memories that were not his own.
Leon Aldric.
A name that once held power. A noble family that ruled with strength.
Yet this boy—this wretched, miserable existence—was the weakest of them all.
Leon had no magic. No strength. No respect.
His own brothers, cousins—they laughed at him, mocked him, beat him.
His parents never even looked at him.
Even the servants—those meant to serve his house—treated him like a mistake.
And what did Leon do?
Did he fight back? Did he claw his way to power?
No.
He accepted it.
He let them walk over him. Let them treat him like he was worthless. Let them destroy his dignity.
And instead of seeking power—he hurt those even weaker than himself.
The kind maid who tried to comfort him? He lashed out at her.
The old butler who pitied him? He shoved him away.
The servants who once showed kindness? He turned cruel.
The memories churned in Ray's stomach, and his disgust only grew.
He had never seen such pathetic weakness in his life.
If this had been another person, he would have killed them on the spot just for being this disgraceful.
But this was his body now.
His fate.
Ray gritted his teeth, gripping the weak fabric of the silk bedsheets beneath him. His hands were shaking—not from fear, not from pain—but from sheer loathing.
How?
How could anyone live like this?
His golden eyes burned as he looked down at his frail hands.
He could feel it—a spark of something buried deep within.
Small. Faint. But there.
And for the first time since waking up in this miserable existence, he smirked.
"They thought they could erase me?"
He clenched his fist. The power inside was still buried under this weak body. But it wouldn't be for long.
Because power was never given.
It was taken.
"They thought I would stay buried?"
Slowly, he sat up, forcing his useless limbs to move. His entire body felt wrong—but he refused to accept it.
Weak now. Not for long.
Ray—Leon Aldric—tilted his head, stretching his stiff neck.
A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips.
"Fools."
He was back.
And this time, he would not be betrayed.
This time, he would not just rule the world.
He would make it bow.