In the end, he had to admit it—he just wasn't normal.
No matter how much he pretended, no matter how much he tried to walk the path of an average man, normal shit bored him to death.
Dating beautiful girls—girls so out of reach that other guys, both boys and grown-ass men, would kill just to get a glance—should've felt exciting.
It should've made him feel accomplished.
But it didn't.
It felt empty. Repetitive. Hollow.
Just like fucking.
Maybe it was because he'd already tasted forbidden, unimaginable pleasures—the kind that shattered moral lines and never left you the same.
He'd fucked C.C. and even took his younger sister in this twisted new life of his.
He had tasted every kind of luxury: the finest foods, untouchable women, unfathomable power.
He ruled over a major nation like Japan, played with politics like a chessboard, and stepped over powerful man like they were insects.
Compared to all that, the simplicity of dating or living a quiet life just felt... painfully dull.
After all, when he compared this current life to his pathetic former one, it was like comparing mud to heaven. There was no comparison. Everything—from the food to the women—was simply on another level in this world.
And now, here he was—strolling through Clovisland, a massive theme park built by the spoiled brat whose body he now inhabited. The place reeked of decadence, a monument to a man who had too much money and too little purpose. Giant statues, glowing rides, expensive decor—it was all built for one thing: amusement and ego-stroking.
Classic young master behavior.
Instead of investing in sakuradite mining, pushing technological frontiers, or funding scientific research that could've changed the world, Clovis dumped everything into chasing doomed obsession with immortality and endless self-indulgence.
And sure, the idea of immortality was tempting. Who wouldn't want to live forever?
But what was the point of eternal life if you didn't have the power to back it up? Without overwhelming, godlike strength, immortality was just a long sentence of misery, a slow crawl toward inevitable exploitation.
Do you think C.C. live are not miserable enough?
Just look at C.C. Did her eternal life look happy to you?
Was she fulfilled, invincible, untouchable?
No.
She was used, abused, sealed away, and made a tool by men weaker than her but smarter or more ruthless.
He didn't believe in blind loyalty. He didn't believe anyone wouldn't betray him given enough time. Even if he built an eternal empire, one that spanned the stars and reigned unopposed, he knew one thing above all:
Only power was absolute.
With overwhelming strength, no one could lock him away, no one could exploit his immortality, and no one could fuck him over
Until he found the path to becoming a God, until he could truly stand at the top of all existence, immortality was just another chain to be broken. A toy he'd toss away the moment it became a liability.
After all, his dream had never been mere survival.
What he wanted wasn't to live forever.
He wanted to rule forever.
To become a God Emperor—the supreme being who sat above kings, nations, ideologies, and history itself.
To become the Emperor of Mankind, the one who defined truth, not followed it.
Sadly, that dream was still out of reach.
For now.
"Prince Clovis… is this dating spot boring for you?" Milly asked tentatively, her voice light, but a hint of worry slipped through as she noticed him staring off into space.
They were sitting quietly on a bench, the cool breeze brushing past them as families and lovers strolled by, laughter and the distant sound of music blending into the gentle rhythm of the theme park. It had all been designed by the former owner of this body.
And yet, Clovis didn't feel boredom.
Compared to the idea of romantic games or childish flirting, he found something more intoxicating in the simplicity of just... watching.
Observing people live their small lives—free, oblivious, safe. That freedom, that ignorance, was more precious than any moment of passion.
However, he wasn't some reckless bastard. Yeah, it looked like just a normal date, just the two of them on the surface, but Clovis wasn't stupid.
He noticed every shadow, every blind spot in the theme park. He could feel the eyes on him, the silent presence of bodyguards tucked away in nearly every corner, always watching, always ready to jump in if shit went sideways.
Even on a date, he didn't let his guard down.
He even kept a hidden dagger, sharp enough to slit a throat clean, and a compact pistol nestled in his pocket.
Just in case.
Because Clovis didn't trust the world, not even for a second.
He knew exactly what kind of people would kill him without blinking.
That's how seriously he took his own safety, and the safety of the people around him.
"There's no need, Milly," he finally replied, his voice calm, steady. "I'm not bored. I'm simply enjoying the peace of it all. Watching them live… that alone is enough for me. Let's just sit here a little longer, shall we?"
He gave her a gentle smile—one that betrayed none of his real thoughts.
She blushed instantly.
Every time he smiled like that, she lost her breath. He was devastatingly handsome, the kind of man who didn't even need to try to steal a woman's heart.
And when he smiled so close to her, with those soft, thoughtful eyes—it wasn't just her heart that raced.
It was her entire body responding.
But he didn't tease her or break the moment. He simply reached out and stroked her blonde hair softly, with the same kind of care you'd give a delicate flower.
The touch wasn't sexual—but it was intimate. Reassuring. Human.
She leaned into him, pressing herself gently against his shoulder, and whispered, almost shyly, "Let's stay like this for a while, Prince Clovis."
He didn't say anything. Just allowed her warmth to sink into his side, resting her head against him like she belonged there.
He made no move to push her away.
This silence... this closeness... was more genuine than anything else.
The atmosphere wasn't heavy with expectation, nor stiff with ceremony.
It was just... quiet. Intimate. Soft.
And yet—
His gaze drifted out across the park again. Past the rides. Past the people. Past the laughter.
His hand continued gently stroking Milly's hair as his mind wandered into darker places.
How long will this peace last?
He already knew the answer.
This date wasn't just a spontaneous act of affection.
He knew why it had been arranged.
He knew why she was the one chosen to accompany him today.
Everything about this moment—this supposed "normalcy"—was a thin layer of illusion draped over the storm he had already unleashed.
He was preparing to break the cage.
And the price? It would be catastrophic.
Not just for him.
Not just for her.
But for his family. For the park's laughing tourists. For every single soul in the world.
**No one—**not even the Emperor of Britannia himself—could predict the scope of what would happen when someone dared to spit in the face of the Imperial Will.
But the die had been cast.
There was no going back.