In the heart of the Vallorian Empire, within the imperial palace, was one young man with shimmering white hair and sharp violet eyes.
His face was chiseled as if carved with utmost perfection. His skin is pale white without any blemishes. He was the definition of the word 'handsome.'
His handsome face was currently filled with sweat as he swung his spear in clear motion. He was Lucien Celestrian, the third prince of the Empire. He paused his relentless training as a familiar sound echoed in his mind.
[BEGINNING DAILY QUEST SWING YOUR SPEAR A 1000 TIMES COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY]
[ISSUING REWARDS]
[HOST HAS BROKEN THROUGH THE ADVANCED RANK]
'It's been a month since I arrived in this world,' he thought as he paused his training to take a rest.
It hadn't been easy. The transition from an ordinary life to being thrust into a powerful empire, now occupying the body of a prince. It had left him feeling like a stranger to himself.
