My Youth Began With Him - Chapter 287: Does Your Mom Know That You Are This Fierce? (4)

For ten years, I supported villains with the intention of reforming them. But now, I find myself as the ultimate mastermind behind the kingdom’s darkness…

Leon Thorne was the disgrace of his house, overweight, softspoken, and dismissed as a failure before he ever picked up a sword. Mocked during the Awakening and branded an F-rank, he was expected to fade quietly from the halls of power.But he didn’t.Because this wasn’t his first life.In another timeline, Leon watched House Thorne fall, shamed, scattered and erased from history. Powerless to stop it then, he’s been given one chance to rewrite it now.Stripped of excuses and reshaped by hardship, Leon claws his way forward—through blood, sweat and silence. Now, leaner and sharper, he enters an academy where only strength speaks and legacy decides your worth.But Leon carries no crest. No backing. Just scars, a sword, and the will to shatter fate itself.He’s not looking to be acknowledged or praised.He’s going to rewrite everything.NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES.

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.

[Congratulations, Host! You have transmigrated to a magical world.]Good![Congratulations, Host! You have received a transmigration gift: SSS-tier identity—Prince of Ilan!]Very Good![Congratulations, Host! You have received a transmigration gift: SSS-tier Gift—Marty Bloodline!][Level-up Speed ×10, All Spell Power ×10]Very Very Good![Generating Bloodline…][0%... 5%... 35%... 42%...]Can’t wait any longer~~~[Warning! Warning! Warning!][World backlash detected! System is about to collapse!][Host, please evade! Host, please evade!]Wait, are you kidding me???[Bang!]And just like that, you transmigrated into a magical world.With the system gone, despite your extraordinary talent, you chose to lay low and survive.The world is vast, but staying alive is the top priority.Years later, a rumor began to spread around you:“Wait… you're telling me that useless prince… has been god rank all along???”