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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." 

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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

"I'll never touch that stuff again... Please, no more."

Leonda's pain-filled groans echoed across the open rooftop, her slouched posture a stark contrast to her usual poise.

"At least you only have to deal with one. Some of us have heavier burdens. Stop whining." A shirtless Saun cast her a disdainful glance, though it lacked its usual menace.

Leonda slumped onto the chair beside him, waving him off dismissively.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hah, big words from a wimp who can't even lift a sword."

"Come over here, and I'll show you how this big master disciplines naughty children with magic alone." She shot him a challenging look.

A sound rose from below. "Be quiet! You're both too loud." It was Tarius, on the floor beneath them.

"Wonder what's got that oaf so tense." Leonda asked Saun, her voice returning to its normal tone, disregarding Tarius's order.

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