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Create a bill that punishes corrupt officials with death!"

But then they say: "Killing is against the law. They're human too, and have a right to live!"

Damn those so-called Human Rights activists.

Anyone running for office should serve the people, not exploit them.

And yet, time and again—
They hunger for power.
They bend the laws.
They steal the people’s taxes.

I was nothing but a small internet café owner, struggling to pay bills. But my life changed when I stumbled upon someone in a dark web forum. A shadow with a code name, who taught me everything—from basic programming to breaching secure national servers.

I became an anonymous whistleblower.
Exposed corrupt politicians.
Flooded social media with undeniable proof.

But one night, I made a mistake.
I forgot to activate my VPN. Forgot to scramble my signal.

And they came.
Secret agents. Black ops.

They didn’t arrest me.
They executed me.

I thought that was the end.

But fate had other plans.

I woke up… not on Earth…

…in a world ruled by mana and aura.

A world where kingdoms rise and fall by the strength of their swordsmen and mages…
…where corruption bleeds through nobility like poison in wine.

And this time, I won’t make the same mistake.

This time, I’ll burn their world from the inside out.

The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

In the uppermost observatory of House Aldren, behind a false wall lined with soundproofing glyphs, Agent Silas sat in silence.

Just a cloak lined with imperial thread—and a satchel engraved with the seal of the Crown's Arcane Compliance Bureau.

To most, the Bureau didn't even exist.

Eliminate threats that don't belong in the system.

Silas's quill glided across parchment, the strokes deliberate, coded with shorthand.

Status: Noble heir, House Verentis

❖ Observed behavior inconsistent with 3rd-rate swordsmanship

❖ Spell emission does not follow formal structure

❖ No vocal chant, no visible casting channel

❖ Opponent suffered focused combustion damage

❖ Possible illegal enchantment use OR unlicensed hybrid magic

But the burn pattern matched a spell typically taught at 2nd Circle—with no chant, no circle glyph, no delay.

> A combat spell disguised inside a physical motion...

Not even the estate's arcane wards picked it up.

🔍 Classified Review: Spell Codex Matching

Silas opened a silver orb embedded in the wall. It projected a quiet stream of blue glyphs—pulling from the Empire's spell library.

> Query: Fire-Based Casting Styles [Low-Visibility]

Filter: No verbal, no visual glyph, no aura flare

Not a single registered style matched what Achilles did.

1. Verentis was developing illegal spelltech in secret.

2. The boy had created—or inherited—something foreign.

He flipped the page. Began a secondary log.

Silas dipped his pen one last time and wrote in thick ink:

> "Subject Achilles Verentis is not casting. He is executing.

Recommend deep trace analysis if signs persist.

Do not engage without authorization.

—End Entry, Agent Silas ████, Crown Authority Level V

The agent closed the book, blew out the lamp, and vanished into the dark.

But his message was already en route to the Capital.

Meanwhile, Achilles lay awake in his room at House Aldren, unaware of the watcher's log…

…but in the corner of his vision, his System flashed:

Royal Watcher