A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Young master."
The voice was kind, yet strained. Forced. A reminder of his status.
Maxi sighed, closing his book and pushing up his round glasses.
when he opened the door he saw his maid a young girl presumably 12 years old she had red hair and wolf ears and a tail she had soft delicate face which was very deceiving do to her rough personality or Tsundere as he liked to call it do to his cultiveness as a child in his past life.
he sights, knowing that if she becomes one of his friends in the future, the amount of punches in the head will be many chuckles to himself.
He followed the maid through the palace halls, and as quickly as he got pulled out of his thoughts, he just as quickly returned.
he walked through the hallway, his steps echoing in the silence, his fingers idly tracing the mark on his palm. Five years in this world, and he had learned much—too much.
His mother wasn't just any maid. She was the king's personal maid. His father's maid.
The man who scoffed at him dismissed him with a single word—"pathetic"—had once loved her enough to betray his six wives. A secret affair, hidden behind palace walls, yet deep enough to grant him royal blood.
The Bloodheart family.
A name revered and feared, and he had finally uncovered why. Every member of his lineage was blessed by the Blood God. Their power ran through their veins, shaping them into warriors, rulers, and monsters alike.
But not him.
He was different. Unblessed. An anomaly.
And somehow, they knew. Perhaps it was the mark on his hand—the three-eyed grin that set him apart. Or maybe it was something deeper, something unspoken within their sacred bloodline.
Regardless, his status in the royal family was clear.
His twenty siblings treated him as less than an insect. Some hated him outright, others ignored him, and a few tolerated his existence only because they had to.
But the worst of it came from his father.
The king refused to grant him more than the bare minimum to survive. No tutors, no luxury, no privileges beyond his right to a roof and food.
If not for his mother's persistence, even that might have been taken from him.
But books… books were different.
The king didn't care if Maxi buried himself in knowledge. If anything, it likely amused him. A weak child reading about strength he could never have.
Maxi smirked bitterly.
They had no idea.
He had spent every coin given to him on books about history, politics, and most importantly—the world itself.
Languages, dimensions, gods… this world was vast, terrifying, and filled with power beyond comprehension. And soon, he would be getting more than just books.
His mother had convinced the king to grant him a tutor. A living book, as Maxi liked to joke. Someone who would teach him not just knowledge but how to survive.
A step forward. A chance.
they then arrive at a wooden two-sided door, and his maid sighs. As she looks like she is contemplating opening the door, eventually she comes to a decision.
She opened it.
Inside, a man lounged lazily in a chair, legs spread wide, arms draped over the backrest. A black cloak covered most of his form, fastened by a single pin—a crimson shooting star.
His presence alone made the air feel heavier.
Maxi took a step in, and the man's eyes snapped to him. A smirk tugged at his lips as he stood up.
"So, I'm guessing you're my student?"
Maxi's breath hitched.
The moment the man moved, he felt them.
A looming pressure. Five distinct presences. Gods. Strong ones.
His body trembled instinctively.
Who… no, what is he?
Swallowing his nerves, Maxi forced his voice steady. "Who are you?"
The man's smirk widened as he pulled back his cloak.
Beneath it was a scarred face, an X-shaped wound cutting across his cheek—a face straight out of some cocky adventurer's tale His jaw is strong, his cheekbones sharp, giving him a rugged, almost chiseled appearance only enhancing his cockiness.
His red hair faded into purple at the tips, wild and untamed. His eyes burned with excitement, like a man who lived for chaos.
Then, with a sharp grin, he answered.
"I am Tangen."