Tragic life of the Prince

If you want to really enjoy the story, try not to get attached to a particular character (TT)(TT)

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The Kingdom of Marer was located northwest of the Elera continent and was one of the smallest kingdoms with the lowest military power.

Despite its weakness and lack of means of defense, the kingdom was never attacked by any of its neighbors.

One of the primary reasons for this was the massive "Majeta Mountains," which surrounded the kingdom of Marer on two sides and connected it to the rest of the continent.

This made it extremely difficult for outsiders to breach the mountain and infiltrate this country.

As a result, the Kingdom was considered the most peaceful on the continent, but it was also a source of avarice and envy for many.

Who wouldn't want to rule a kingdom that was naturally shielded from all invading forces?

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Kingdom of Marer,

Inside the Royal Palace

"Qweek" "Qweek"

As the melodious chirping of the birds entered his ears, Ralf woke up with a loud yawn and stretched his arms.

The morning sun drenched his blonde hair in a dazzling golden radiance.

Ralf stepped out of bed, wearing only a pair of shorts, and proceeded to a large mirror in the room, his steps shaky and his eyes puffy.

Looking up, he beheld a gorgeous man, six feet tall, with ruffled blonde hair that fell over his shoulders and covered his entire face.

But beneath those golden strands was a handsome face with two blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a muscular jawline.

"Haah"

Ralf ran his fingers through his hair and yawned lazily.

His blue eyes raced back and forth as he looked around the room, which was ornamented with golden drapes and scarlet walls.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he exclaimed, "Lyia!"

"This maid! Why isn't she here?"

"Lyia"

Bam!

A crashing sound was soon heard as the room's towering door was thrown open with a bang and a beautiful woman strode inside with hefty steps.

She wore a long, netted silver silk dress that reached her feet, but a cut at the sides that ran from her feet to her waist gave it an exotic appeal.

The cut revealed the snow-white skin of her muscular thighs and perky butt, which would make any mature man drool in lust.

Lyia was a tall woman, around 35 years old, but her sculpted body muscles made her appear younger.

Her face was lightly made, and her jet-black hair was wrapped in a bun, giving her a more sophisticated appearance.

"Young master!" Lyia let out a tragic scream when she noticed Ralf standing in front of the mirror.

Ralf turned to look at Lyia with an irritated expression and asked in an annoyed tone, "What is it?"

"Your…Your.."

"Spill it out!"

Lyia shuddered a little, but following a yell from Ralf, she replied, tragically, "Your Majesty has fallen extremely ill!"

Ralf's puffy eyes opened wide as he listened to Lyia, and a joyful look came on his face.

He grinned from ear to ear and exclaimed in delight.

"What!"

"Ah?" Not expecting such a response from the prince, Lyia let out a startled cry as she covered her bright red lips with her hands.

'Shit'

Ralf cursed in his heart, realizing he had overexpressed his happiness, and his face soon turned a worried one.

"What, how?" he said again, this time with a heartbroken expression.

'Maybe he didn't understand what I said.' Lyia thought in her heart as she noticed the shift in his look and then added, "Your Highness, he became very ill this morning and then passed out on his bed." The royal medic checked on him but couldn't figure out what happened."

"Young master, your mother is with him and is calling for you," she replied after a brief pause.

'Did that old man finally decide to leave this world?'

Despite being his father, Ralf didn't have any attachment to the king of the Marer; instead, he wanted the old man's soul to leave this world as soon as possible!

Why?

Because none of them realised Ralf was not their young master but a human who had transmigrated into his body from the earth.

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Earth

A few months back,

It was a typical day, and Ralf, who had a day off from his part-time job, decided to go to a neighboring bookshop and buy some books.

Ralf, as a virgin, used to acquire erotic s in secret and read them at night.

Likewise today, he was looking for a decent one when his gaze was drawn to the new arrivals department, where a book with the R18 tag was tucked away in a corner.

Ralf turned back to look and noticed a few individuals selecting books around him.

He didn't want others to look at his choice, so he hurriedly read the description while tilting the book slightly.

'Heavy NTR, exercise caution!'

"Oh, an NTR ? Let's give it a shot, hehe." Ralf stuffed the book in his arms without even checking the name, giggling softly.

"I hope it will be good!"

Ralf soon exited the bookstore, skipping slightly as he clutched the bag tightly in his arms.

Beep!

Suddenly, an ear-piercing horn rang out near him, and Ralf turned around to see a massive truck smash into him.

Bam!

A thud was heard, and Ralf's body was blasted into the air and crashed into a neighboring wall.

Crash!

Ralf felt his consciousness fade slowly as terrible blackness covered his sight while his bloodied body lay on the cold ground.

Ralf felt as if he were floating in the ocean, his body drifting aimlessly into space, where all he could see was complete darkness.

Then, from afar, a small light appeared. At first, it was merely a weak light, but it quickly expanded and enveloped Ralf's entire body.

"Haaf!"

Inhaling a mouthful of air, Ralf felt the colors in his sight return, and he jolted upwards from a cushiony bed.

"What happened?"

Ralf initially thought it was a dream, but after looking around the apartment, which matched that of a royal prince in television shows, he became perplexed.

He gazed down at his skin and body, which had transformed dramatically!

He jumped out of bed and raced to a nearby mirror to check his reflection, and what he saw made his eyes widen in amazement.

Ralf, who had read a number of light s, immediately grasped what had happened.

"I transmigrated!"

And so started his life as a prince, whose every wish was granted in an instant.

But Ralf had no idea that when he died, his blood had spilled onto the book he had purchased.

Surprisingly, the blood was promptly absorbed by the book, but it didn't stop there, as a little whirlpool erupted from the book's center, sucking up all the blood in the surrounding area.

It started with surrounding blood, then Ralf's blood, and then, like a monster opening his jaws, the whirlpool extended and devoured Ralf's entire body inside it.

The book thudded again to the ground after absorbing the body.

And a name was printed in big characters on the book:

"The tragic life of a prince"

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