Vran Neogana
"Please raise your hand, My Lord."
A servant politely instructed the man to lift his arm. The one addressed as Lord was a man with long black hair, pitch-black eyes, and a tall frame with fair skin. His face and aura radiated elegance and dominance, which seemed to seep from every inch of his being.
Five female servants were attending to him. Each of them held their breath, their breathing unsteady from the overwhelming charisma the man exuded. Their cheeks were flushed as their hands brushed against their master's skin.
They dressed him in royal attire, colored in gold and black. The outfit gleamed with a regal brilliance, making his already striking appearance even more commanding.
After several minutes, the servants completed their task. They stood in a line near the wall, heads bowed low, unable to meet his eyes.
The man took one final glance at his reflection in the mirror, turning slightly to view himself from every angle. Once satisfied, he stepped forward and walked toward the door.
"Thank you, all of you," the man said as he exited through the door.
After he was gone, the female servants began to sway, nearly fainting one by one.
"Did our Lord just thank us? H-He's never thanked us before," one of them said, now collapsed on the floor. A sudden warmth spread through their bodies, their faces flushed bright red.
"Yes. He really did."
"I want to bear his children..."
They melted into their daydreams.
Meanwhile, the man was being escorted toward the throne room. Nearly thirty individuals accompanied him, a clear sign of his importance, he was someone they must protect at all costs.
They walked down a long corridor lined with a red carpet, upon which only he stepped. The others walked alongside it. After several meters, they arrived at an ornate door, crafted with fine stone and rare woods.
"Please wait for a moment, my Lord," a man said, bowing deeply.
Then he heard it.
The sound of musical instruments echoed from the room beyond the door, regal and grand, filled with the sound of drums and trumpets.
"Everyone, behold, the mightiest ruler of Neogana Citadel, the one who reigns above all, Overlord Vran Neogana!"
The door before Overlord Vran opened, flooding the space with radiant light. Yet he remained composed, unfazed by its brilliance. He stepped forward, entering the grand throne room.
Inside, countless figures were already kneeling, heads bowed low. At the far end of the room stood a magnificent throne, adorned with all manner of precious stones, it radiated authority and splendor.
The red carpet stretched all the way to the throne, and Vran began his walk. His stride was neither hurried nor sluggish but steady. His gaze moved across the room, surveying the hundreds kneeling before him. Nearly 200 people filled the vast hall. Above them, on the ceiling, was a massive, beautifully rendered mural of a man with flowing black hair. It could only be him.
As he neared the throne, twelve smaller thrones flanked it, though only two were occupied, both by women. Unlike the others, they did not kneel; they merely bowed their heads in respect.
At last, Overlord Vran reached his throne. He turned to face the assembly, then seated himself upon it. The seat was exquisitely comfortable. His hands rested firmly on the throne's arms, the image of absolute command.
He then ordered, with a deep, commanding voice, "Rise, everyone."
His words echoed through the room, and at once, the entire crowd raised their heads and stood upright.
The two women beside him also took their seats on their thrones.
A man from the crowd stepped forward with his head lowered and knelt before Vran.
"My Lord, may this humble servant begin the ceremony?" he asked.
"Go on," Overlord Vran replied from his throne, gesturing with a hand to proceed.
"As you wish, my Lord."
The man stood, stepped back, and turned to face the crowd.
"Thanks to our Lord, who has granted us permission to hold this ceremony to bless the foundation of the new united nation. First of all, let us hear the words of our ruler, Overlord Vran."
The crowd broke into applause.
For some among them, this moment marked their first time seeing the ruler in person, it felt like a dream come true. Their eyes gleamed with admiration as they looked upon the man now rising from the throne.
Overlord Vran stood calmly and with poise.
Every motion he made reflected his titles and absolute authority. His gaze, steady and composed, swept over the crowd.
...
However…
Despite the mighty image he projected, no one knew what he was truly thinking at that moment.
"What the hell is this!!"
He was incredibly anxious. His heart pounded so violently it felt as if it might burst through his chest. Maintaining his composure was a battle in itself.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, trying to process everything that had happened.
His real name was Eron, a former courier, the kind of guy who delivered packages to people's doorsteps.
The last thing he remembered was coming home one evening. Strangely, his TV was on. He immediately suspected a break-in, since he lived alone. But when he checked the living room, it was completely empty. Just the TV, glowing silently.
He looked at the screen, and in that instant, his vision went black.
He tried to recall what he saw on the screen, but his memory failed him. It was just... nothingness.
The next thing he knew, he woke up naked, wrapped in a blanket, with two naked women beside him.
Panicked, he bolted from the bed and ran straight to the bathroom, only to freeze in place.
The "toilet" was a luxurious spa, complete with a marble pool larger than his entire apartment. Everything was white, clean, and shining like a royal palace.
He looked down into the water to see his reflection, and was completely stunned.
The man in the water was not the Eron he remembered. The face, the body, the aura, it was all different. Everything showed nobility, strength, and... absurd handsomeness.
He slowly examined his new body, still struggling to believe it was real.
And the very first thing he said in this new world, with utter disbelief, was...
"My genital is very long."