Chapter 1
One moment, he was simply designing a character.
A silver-haired man with eyes like polished sapphires, glowing with a light that no star in the sky could rival.
There was something ethereal in the way the character stood on the screen—calm, confident, otherworldly.
The man creating him didn't quite know what he was doing, to be honest.
He was just… bored.
Life had dulled to a gray static.
But then, as if responding to that very boredom, the Game had appeared.
Quite literally.
No delivery, no order confirmation, no download—just a sleek, obsidian-black game case sitting neatly at his doorstep one morning.
No name.
No brand.
Only the words "Begin Your True Life" etched across the front in glowing silver letters.
Curiosity piqued, he took it in.
Booted it up.
And now, here he was, making choices that felt far more significant than they should for a character creation screen.
First, came the Mana Core Talent.
He was presented with four options, simple and clean in design:
[Low Talent]
[Middle Talent]
[High Talent]
[Limitless Talent]
He stared at the last one for a while.
Limitless Talent.
It felt… off.
Strange, even.
No game just hands out infinite potential like that.
Where was the catch?
Was this a joke?
A trap?
Or maybe it was just flavor text meant to entice?
But something about it called to him.
A whisper in the back of his mind, a hum of something vast and ancient stirring at the edge of awareness.
With a shrug, and a flick of the virtual hand, he selected Limitless Talent.
Then came the part he found both overwhelming and exhilarating—Unique Skills.
There were hundreds—maybe thousands—to scroll through.
Elemental dominion, dragon bloodlines, dimensional storage, and far stranger ones he didn't understand even after reading them thrice.
He narrowed it down to six:
[Understanding] – The ability to understand anything, as long as you have the required Mana.
[Warrior's Body] – Even as a mage, your potential as a warrior matches your magical talent.
[True Noble] – Your expressions, etiquette, movements, words, and very thoughts become refined. You are a noble in every action and essence.
[Fortune] – Your eyes see what will bring prosperity into your life. Fortune aligns with your ultimate goal.
[Fate] – You possess insight and minor dominion over fate, allowing you to navigate toward favorable outcomes.
[Mana Eyes] – Eyes held by those whose affinity with mana has reached divine heights. You perceive all forms of energy and gain a 500% boost in Mana control, which continues to increase as your understanding grows. Additional abilities will reveal themselves with time.
He didn't know why he chose those.
Maybe a gut feeling.
Maybe some kind of unseen guidance.
But they felt right, like puzzle pieces falling into place.
With a final glance, he hit the Start button.
The screen pulsed white.
Then everything went black.
"Lucas! Lucas! Lucas!"
A sharp female voice pierced the darkness like a dagger through fog.
Over and over, it shouted the name—his name—each time more impatient, more annoyed.
My eyes snapped open to find myself lying in an unfamiliar room, light pouring in through gauzy white curtains.
The ceiling was high, ornate, and everything in the room screamed luxury.
The sheets beneath me were silk.
My head?
Pounding like a war drum.
"Lucas!"
I turned my head toward the sound—and saw her.
A woman stood at the edge of the room, hands on hips, her crimson eyes narrowed in irritation.
She was striking—long black hair cascading down her back, figure lithe and alluring, every movement fluid and confident like a dancer on stage.
She looked furious.
"You're still lying there like some lazy noble brat," she snapped, crossing her arms. "What kind of first impression are you planning to make?"
My mind spun.
My body felt heavy.
Who was this?
Where am I?
What the hell is happening?
With a huff and a whirl of hair, she turned, walking toward the door.
Just before stepping out, she paused, casting me one final glare.
"Wake up and clean yourself. Stop sleeping around with women, dress properly, and go to the Academy. You're starting today, remember?"
With a slam, the door shut behind her.
I groaned, clutching my forehead as the pain surged again.
My thoughts were a mess.
The room, the woman—none of it made sense.
But one thing was for sure:
I didn't feel like standing up at all.
The owner of this body…Lucas Von Maximilian.
The name felt like a cruel joke.
It was the exact same name I had given to my character—down to the last syllable.
A noble, a son of one of the Five Great Duke Families.
His lineage was from the famed Silvery Family, known across the continent for their trademark silver hair and piercing eyes.
Royalty that didn't need a crown.
And that woman from earlier… the one who practically screamed me awake?
From what I can recall—no, from what his memories tell me—that was my wife.
Yes.
Wife.
We've known each other from childhood.
It's been… a work in progress, to say the least.
The relationship was never built on love.
Duty, status, arrangement—whatever you want to call it.
A connection forged by noble politics more than emotion.
Lucas—this man—he was the kind of person who'd sleep with anything that smiled at him.
As long as they were willing to open their legs, he was more than happy to oblige.
A real charmer.
Naturally, it infuriated his wife.
The irony?
He's never even touched her.
He had everything—talent, power, noble bloodline—but he used it for nothing but fame and indulgence.
Lucas was meant to be the next head of the Silvery Family.
He had potential that others would kill for.
And yet, he squandered it.
Instead of training or studying, he chased clout, flirted with nobility, bathed in luxury, and drained his family's funds like they were nothing but water.
He was a Tier 1 Mage, flaunting his mana control like it was divine, when all he really knew were basic spells—maybe a mana shield.
Now, somehow, he was about to become a professor at the Magic Academy.
A joke.
He hadn't earned that title.
He didn't teach, he didn't train, he didn't invent anything, and he certainly didn't inspire anyone.
He was a handsome, lazy, arrogant mess.
A parasite with a title.
A talented fool.
A man who had everything—and did nothing.
And it infuriated me.
Why?
Because when I was a kid, I had a dream.
A dream of magic.
Of mana.
Of casting spells, creating potions, evolving magic to heights that had never been seen before.
I wanted to understand everything—break every limit, learn every secret.
But there was no magic in the real world.
So I chased other things… and ended up empty.
Then here comes Lucas—blessed with all the things I could only dream of.
And he wasted it.
What a damn waste.
And it wasn't just me who thought so.
Even his own family had given up on him.
The staff behind the smiles called him a failure.
The nobles whispered behind closed doors.
The ones who truly knew him?
They pitied him.
Or worse—they saw him as nothing more than a cautionary tale.
But now, I had this life.
Magic.
Mana.
The very things I used to lose myself in when reading Harry Potter, or fantasizing under the blankets with a flashlight.
Now they were real.
And they were mine.
What a gift.
So then…Let me make my dream come true.
With that thought, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood.
My legs were a bit stiff, my balance slightly off.
I turned toward the mirror.
The man staring back at me had a well-built frame—shoulders broad, muscles visible, and a face sculpted like nobility demanded.
But something was off.
The body was strong in appearance, but it hadn't been trained in years.
The definition was maintained by mana circulation alone, not actual discipline.
Lucas stopped physical training long ago.
He didn't need it, he thought.
But I knew better.
I let out a long sigh.
There were challenges ahead.
So many of them.
A wife who was once my childhood friend—who now can't stand the sight of me.
A sister who, according to Lucas's memories, is actively planning to kill me.
A title as professor that puts me under a microscope from staff and students alike.
An angry underworld boss who wants my head for reasons I don't even know yet.
And worst of all… my lack of real knowledge in magic and combat.
What a life.
A mess of politics, danger, magic, and reputation.
But tell me—aren't you already getting excited?