The Tyrant Wants to Live - Chapter 2

Really Became a Prince.

Ironia, the Iron Empire. Fermat was the capital of this most powerful country on the continent, and in the remotest place of that imperial city was the Strong Steel Castle, also known as the 11th Imperial Palace.

Recently, the palace held a tension that didn’t match its elegant ivory-colored appearance.

“Did he not say anything today either?”

“Yeah, he just stays in his room.”

“What about meals?”

“The amount of food he leaves is decreasing, so it seems he’s eating again.”

“Should I say this is good or unsettling?”

A precarious peace reigned over the palace. However, the servants and maids who stayed in the palace couldn’t shake their anxiety. The maid rolled her eyes at the attendant’s troubled face and glanced around.

“No way…it wouldn’t be a prelude to the culling of servants, would it?”

At her hesitant words, the servants grew tenser.

“Shh! Don’t you know that words like that bring disaster? Do you want to see everyone here die?”

“Oh my, I’m sorry.”

When the attendant scolded her, the maid shook her head with tears.

“I-It’s just that I’m scared. I heard that those who enter Hall 11 are just consumables…that in the end, everyone dies….”

“You’re not wrong. All the employees who went there before me are dead. We’re here to take the place of the dead. So….”

As the attendant stopped speaking with a creepy expression, everyone focused on him.

“Let’s all do well, huh? If we don’t want to die.”

The others nodded and then hurriedly left. And.

“Why are they having this conversation where I can hear it?”

I was lying in bed listening to them talk. Ten days had already passed.

“Since I became Arhan Forma Jean Lorenzo de blah blah blah blah of Ironia.”

Ten days since I really became an emperor. To put it bluntly, I wasn’t the real emperor, but in the real emperor’s childhood, so I was a prince. Me, who’d been playing as emperor my entire life.

“You mean the 11th Prince Arhan?”

I became the 11th prince of the Ironia Empire. I couldn’t believe it at first. In fact, I still couldn’t believe it. But after ten days of agony and torment, I decided to accept reality.

“Whew.”

I climbed out of my purple silk duvet. It took a while to get out of the spacious bed, and the sensation of standing felt unfamiliar. I stumbled over to the full-length mirror dazzling with gold and stood beside the bed.

“…Did I already have a coming-of-age ceremony?”

I saw the face of someone who had just lost his baby face and was starting to become a young man with pale blonde hair and slightly gloomy purple eyes. These long drooping eyebrows and the mole on the side of my nose exuded a strange charm. I was also tall, about 187 cm, even considering my youth; however, despite this splendid appearance.

[Confirming your own destiny]

[Your destiny: The Worst Tyrant]

[Looking at the low-rank destiny]

[Misfortune, risk of assassination, a little talent, greed, decadence, deep anger, cruelty, suspicion, rebellion, obsolescence, self-righteousness, arrogance…]

Really, the worst of the worst. I realized it yet again.

“It is amazing that such a human exists in the world.”

How could the country ever run properly under someone like this?

“How did he become emperor?”

I only had doubts and suspicions. Of course, it wasn’t just that I continued to think about his existence for the past ten days; another mystery came to mind right now.

I could see the fates hanging around in life. I’d already experienced that I couldn’t resist fate, so it would probably go as written. But.

“Don’t change your destiny. Devour it. That is the way you will live.”

The scribe definitely said that. Devour your fate and live. The messages I saw after that were now vague, like a dream.

“Didn’t he say I was a devourer of fate?”

When I devoured the fate of being fake, I became a real prince. For the past ten days, I wondered how to use this mystery of devouring fate.

Anyway, I became the worst tyrant.

‘I have no intention of living like him.’

I wouldn’t repeat the same life again. I knew the number of people the original owner of this body killed, how many wicked things he’d done, and how much danger he faced. I knew how many fakes were going to die for me now.

Destiny would grab my hair and lead me in the right direction. If so, how was I supposed to resist that great power? I was like a small praying mantis with arms outstretched in front of the huge wheel of destiny that moved the world.

That’s why it was necessary.

“Devouring fate.”

To become a mystic who would devour this messy, terrifying fate. Even if fate grabbed me by the collar and tried to lead me on the right path, even if a mighty current swept over me, I would resist.

So for the past ten days, I promised myself. I forged my mind and spirit as if I was forging a sword. I wouldn’t let it go.

But unfortunately.

[Your destiny: Devour the worst tyrant. It’s too huge of a fate to swallow. Can’t be devoured.]

It was impossible to change it from the very beginning. If so, I’d have to change it, starting with small things. To do that, I had to leave this spacious room.

I sighed and then stopped as I was about to walk outside. I could hear someone out there.

I swung open the door.

“Hyeeek!”

The restless maid was startled when I suddenly stepped out.

“I’ve committed a grave sin!”

She fell flat on the floor and begged for her life. The sin of being terrified to see the prince deserved death.

Was this the action of fate? As if a firecracker was exploding in my head, my anger flashed, and I wanted to reach out and squeeze her neck. More servants gathered to watch in the hallway, each of them trembling.

But rather than pouring out my anger into fleeting violence.

“Haah.”

I brushed it off with a small sigh.

“I’ll spare you this time. Be careful.”

Then I walked past the maid. That was it.

Not knowing why she had survived, she closed her eyes and waited for violence or death to visit her.

“Get up, now!”

The situation was settled only after the other maids flocked and took her away. Everyone was so terrified that they didn’t even care about the prince’s changed temper. However.

[No unnecessary life was harmed]

[Devoured some of the cruelty of low-rank destiny]

[Devoured some of the low-rank destiny anger management disorder]

[Digested the devoured fate and converted it to a fate-changing value. By investing the modified value, a new destiny can be sprouted]

[Accumulated modification value: 15]

It was a huge change for me.

[The range of feeling fate has been slightly increased by the effect of Predation of First Fate]

[It expands from you to nearby small objects]

The mystery of being a fate predator revealed a little more to me as I walked around the Imperial Palace.

“Your Majesty, do you need anything? What shall we prepare?”

The attendant, who had just settled the commotion outside my room, followed me. He would probably expect something like wine, women, or gambling. Originally, this guy would ask for it as if it was as natural as eating.

But I wasn’t that bastard. No, I shouldn’t be that bastard.

“Nothing. Is this the drill hall?”

“Then I’ll get some drinks and snacks right now…I’m sorry?”

“Is this the drill hall?”

“That’s right, but….”

“I need training tools. Bring them here.”

“I will call the women…y-yes?”

After a series of stupid questions from my servant, I stopped.

“Are you going to make me say it twice? Do you have a spare life?”

I deliberately raised the corners of my lips. At first glance, it might seem attractive, but I knew. This was the characteristic expression that the prince wore when he killed people. I learned and imitated his gestures, facial expressions, and behavior patterns throughout my life.

It wasn’t that hard to act like this. No, actually, there was a little sincerity mixed in.

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll prepare it right now!”

Sensing the danger to his life, the servant ran, pale-faced, to carry out his orders. To be honest.

“Not bad.”

It made me a little happy to see him tremble at my words. Yes, I didn’t need to be a pushover.

‘As long as I don’t kill anyone.’

Avoid unnecessary killing, but use fear effectively.

[You devoured sub-fate brutality, anger management disorder]

[Added 10 Modification Value by Digesting Destiny]

[Total number: 25]

Suddenly, I noticed several flowerpots on the way to the drill hall. As I stared at them.

[Checking the fate of things]

[Plant: Destiny to be used as an assassination tool]

An ominous phrase popped up, sending chills up my forearm. I had no intention of dying from being hit by a flowerpot. Even if I died without stopping my fate, it would not be by a flowerpot.

No, I didn’t want to die at all.

“First, get rid of those annoying flowerpots.”

I ordered the servants. They hesitated. Strange, but they must be afraid of dying. The moment I was about to raise the corners of my lips again.

“T-These are the flowerpots set up by the Empress herself. Do you really want us to get rid of them?”

One of the servants, who seemed to be in the highest position among them, cautiously asked. My brow naturally bunched at the word ‘Empress.’ They were probably referring to Empress Elizabeth. His mother, his wrath, his complex, and his only place of rest. However, as soon as he became emperor, he cast out his mother.

This was the superficial information I knew from a future that hadn’t happened yet. After hearing the maid’s words, I looked at the white flowers in the flowerpot again, and strange feelings stirred inside me.

“Then put it a little further inside. It seems like it might fall any minute.”

“Yes.”

Unable to order them to get rid of it, I turned around and headed for the drill hall.

“I brought them, sir!”

Rustle!

The attendant mobilized carts to load training tools like he was moving the entire warehouse. Soon, objects that were of no use for training were lined up.

I felt a throbbing headache starting.

“This is a wooden sword made from the finest cedar wood, and the craftsman engraved a pattern in it, so it is the perfect item for the Prince. Oh! This shield was hollowed out to lower its weight, and it was then gold-plated on the outside….”

Why would you design a shield like that? His explanations went on and on like that.

“Enough.”

After interrupting the servant, I dug through the clutter myself.

“Please, give me the order, and I will prepare it myself. Preserve your body!”

“I will take care of my body. Stop. Stop talking.”

“Yes, sir….”

After turning away from the discouraged attendant, I chose four of the most modest bracelet-shaped items and some dusty exercise gear. They were pieces that I could freely control the weight of by squeezing Mana into them. Of course, all the information on how to use them and become stronger was also in my head.

Cultivating combat skills was one of the most important bits of training for a prince. Soon, the screams of the indolent prince, which I thought I would never hear in my life, began to resonate through the drill hall.

[You devoured low-rank destiny, laziness, weakness, and poor stamina]

[Additional modification values ​​are acquired]

[The low-rank destiny of very little patience was born!]

The fate of the prince who would become the worst tyrant began to change.