“How in the world…”
It was the same old story.
A boy of eighteen stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself in disbelief.
The black robe embroidered with crimson dragon patterns clung regally to his thin frame.
A simplistic silver crown rested on his head, two lines of silver crisscrossing in a quiet display of nobility.
Every part of him looked the part of an emperor, and yet…
“Did I really become an Emperor?”
At the age of eighteen, Kaiser Von Dawn had ascended as Emperor of the entire Dawn Empire.
From what his young mind could grasp, this world, no, this Realm, was vast beyond reason.
Just one continent was equal in size to all of Earth.
And here, cultivation ruled everything.
The Dawn Empire controlled this land with an iron grip.
Even Sects, Temples, and the great Academies paid their respects.
The imperial legacy went back to the mythical Dawn Ancestor, the man who had wiped the land clean of demonic evils and forged a new order.
Since then, the crown had passed from emperor to emperor.
Every crown was shaped by the soul of its wearer, forged to resonate with their essence.
His crown, minimalist and quiet, told a story all its own.
Kaiser sighed and glanced around the opulent room.
His silken cushions, polished marble floors, and incense scented walls only deepened his discontent.
There was a reason he disliked being emperor.
His father wasn’t dead.
Just retired.
Even his great grandfather wasn’t dead.
Just secluded.
Kaiser wasn’t talented.
In fact, he was widely regarded as one of the worst cultivators in royal history.
His aptitude test had rated him with a Low Grade Talent, stirring quiet scandal throughout the dynasty.
His father had been a genius.
His elder brother, the Crown Prince, was widely acknowledged as the rightful heir.
So why him?
Why him as the Emperor?
Because war was on the horizon.
The Skyfall Sect, one of the foremost powers on the continent, had begun openly opposing the Empire.
Their disciples stirred chaos, undermining royal authority, sowing dissent in the provinces.
Retaliation was inevitable.
And when retaliation came, it had to come from the Empire’s figurehead.
But the real geniuses, the true weapons of the imperial family, had to be hidden away.
His father abdicated.
His brother stepped aside.
And Kaiser, with his weak cultivation and disposable image, was thrust into the spotlight like a lamb to the slaughter.
The emperor held no true power.
All the decisions were made by the ancient ministers and cloistered elders who governed from the shadows.
The emperor was merely a voice.
A ceremonial mask.
A shield.
And everyone knew it.
That’s why no one objected when Kaiser took the throne.
Not the generals.
Not the ministers.
Not the concubines.
They were all comfortable with a puppet.
Kaiser was more than comfortable.
He was grateful.
He had no expectations to fulfill, no wars to win, no legacy to uphold.
All he had to do was smile, wave, and stay out of the way.
When one of his siblings was ready, he’d gladly step aside and retire to a life of wine, books, and quiet cultivation.
If he could gain a few extra years through some slow, stable cultivation, that would be ideal.
[Emperor of All Ages]
[Name: Kaiser Von Dawn]
[Talent: Proficiency]
[Realms: None]
[Imperial Dragon Qi Condensation Breath: First Layer: 14/1000]
[Imperial Spear Canon Arts: Entry Level: 214/1000]
[Imperial Points: 0]
Yeah…
there was also this thing.
His transmigration.
A panel that had come with him when he reincarnated.
The so called Imperial Points panel.
So far, it had done absolutely nothing.
But deep down, Kaiser had a nagging feeling, like a ticking fuse.
The moment those Imperial Points activated…
He blankly stared at the panel, and muttered.
“If you dare to give me a Killing System, I will dare to be a Useless Host…”
He shook his head and promised himself to lie low key.
If this Realm only had the so called Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation Realm cultivation, then he might have dared to be a little arrogant with his system, but this world…
When he was younger, he had once seen a being of dark mist appear inside his Mother Empress’s chambers.
Its body was barely humanoid, formed from writhing shadows and demonic fog, yet the aura it emitted made his soul tremble.
He had secretly overheard their conversation.
That creature had merely been an informant.
An informant from the Outer World beyond the continent.
That was the moment Kaiser truly understood how terrifying this Realm was.
This world was far too vast, and until he could see the end of cultivation itself, he refused to expose anything about his system.
He would cultivate quietly, accumulate strength slowly, and remain hidden beneath the shadow of the throne.
“Your Majesty.
The Court has adjourned your first meeting.”