In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics...
That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering.
That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously.
That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end.
That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill.

Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem.

The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

The man in the black cloak said, "Red wine braised meat."


Shortly after, a dignified young man entered the room accompanied by the restaurant manager.


"Hey, Prince, just arrived, huh? I've been waiting for you for a while."


The way Other Shore greeted him instantly left Ilya and the man in the black cloak dumbfounded, and even the manager behind the young man was petrified on the spot.


No kneeling in salute, not even bothering to stand up—Other Shore, holding the menu, merely glanced at the young man before returning his gaze to the menu.


Throughout the Imperial Capital, they couldn't think of anyone daring enough to greet the flourishing Eldest Prince in such a manner; even his siblings had to perform noble etiquette when meeting him.


Even the Eldest Prince himself was stunned, clenching his fists, his face alternating between pale and flushed.


Chapter 828 - Chapter 154: