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A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room.

Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl.

"Ixion Akastos Vespera" 

"In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?"

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty? Very well. You shall-"

"I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I."

Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. 

"Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." 

°°°
Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. 

Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine.

She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

Usurping the Universe

In a glamorous mansion, atop a hill of green pastures, a man wearing only a pair of beige khaki shorts leisurely sipped from the transparent plastic straw in his mouth.

His silver eyes complemented the silky hair that draped elegantly over half his face. A faint, pinkish glow emanated from the markings on his skin. His gaze was ahead, eyes tilted, and his sculpted features were relaxed.

He clicked on the remote control rapidly, switching channels at an unthinkable speed, and the vast flat-screen TV responded to his actions at the same blinding speed.

His pale fingers reached for the transparent glass holding a red liquid. Gulping the liquid with obvious satisfaction, he circled his fang on the rim of the glass as he mindlessly stared at the screen.

Then, his actions suddenly stopped. His expression hardened slightly, and he disappeared. The glass shattered long after his disappearance.

The Duchess