MerQu

In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart.

"I was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse."

But this lineage is not dead yet.

"He" is still here.
A being feared even by the strongest cultivators.
The only reason this kingdom still stands.

And me?

If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all.
But in this new world, can I survive - as a man trapped in a woman’s body - where only strength determines your worth?

Shadow Over the Heavenly Throne

Sylphia was kneeling. Her knees dug into the crystal floor, her body trembling under the crushing weight of an invisible force. Each breath was a dagger in her lungs. She gasped for air, trying to prop herself up on her hands—but even that strength was gone. And yet... she raised her head.

Her eyes, burning with fury, locked onto Kaen. He still lounged lazily on his throne, elegance draped in nonchalance. His head tilted slightly. A smirk played at the corners of his lips—barely there, but cold enough to chill the room.

"What happened to those pretty words, girl?"

His voice was calm, but it rang louder than it should have—as if the world itself had gone quiet just so he could be heard.

"'I kneel to no one but my mother'?"

"'One day... I will be the one they all kneel to?"

The hall fell still. No one moved. No one breathed.

Sylphia stared up at him—but there was no submission, no regret in her gaze.

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