1 Lyndon reborn

The scent of freshly cut lavender and rose wafted through the air into his nostril as Lyndon's eyes fluttered open.

His vision blurry and unfocused as he tried to sit up but felt an odd heaviness in his limbs and a strange tingling sensation across his body.

He cursed a dozen times over at himself for drinking too much on a hangover party in celebration of his promotion.

He should have stuck to his normal no strong drink policy, but who to blame? It's his big promotion anyway. Others vying for this position couldn't get it, while he, in turn, who didn't work for it, got it.

Breaking the rule once wouldn't hurt. After all, a man has to free up sometimes.

As his vision slowly cleared and he became aware of his surroundings, he realized something was very wrong.

He was greeted by the lavish decor of a grand royal chamber. Ornate tapestries hung from the walls, depicting scenes of fantastic creatures and heroes from a bygone era. As if he even knew who those guys dressing like royals are.

The air was thick with the heady scent of lavender and rose, and the bed on which he lay was soft and luxurious.

It was only when he tried to sit up that he realized something was very wrong. The heaviness in his limbs, the tingling sensation that spread through his body... something was amiss. But what could it be? "And where the hell am I?" he asked out loud out of impulse.

"In your room, your Highness," a soft, small, gentle voice answered from the side.

Startled, Lyndon whipped his head around to find the source of the voice. There, standing in the corner of the room, was a young, beautiful girl. She looked to be about 9-10 of age, with big, round eyes and soft, fluffy hair falling over her shoulders.

She held a small silver tray in her tiny hands, a bucket which Lyndon presumed to be holding water within. "W-whose are you?" Lyndon stammered, still trying to comprehend what was happening.

The girl smiled, revealing a gentle, soothing look. "I am Vicky, your Highness. It is my job to serve you." Her tone laced with a bit of worry.

"Prince Lyndon, are you OK?" her look now taking the expression of her worried tone.

While Lyndon on the other hand was thrown into a rollercoaster of chaotic confusion.

What did she just call him, who still used those honorarium titles in this present world?

More importantly when did he hire a househelp, and a little one at that?

Surely the force of human right activists would soon come knocking on his door.

Lyndon was starting to get a little dizzy from the rollercoaster of information. "How... what... why... I don't even know what to ask!" he sputtered, trying to sort through his jumbled thoughts.

The little girl, Vicky, took a step closer and knelt in front of him, just by the edge of the luxurious bed. "Please, take a deep breath, Prince Lyndon. I know this is confusing, but I can explain everything."

Lyndon took a deep breath, as instructed, and did his best to calm himself. "Alright," he said, "start from the beginning."

Vicky took a deep breath as her expression took a pitiful state. "I guess you didn't remember much of the event," Lyndon nodded to her words as she continued.

"Three days ago at your father the emperor's birthday party, you had a bit of a scoff with your half-brother Lucian. It wasn't anything serious as he was at fault but not entirely." Lyndon raised his brow at this point, curious to know what she meant by that.

Also, he was doing his best to keep calm when she mentioned his father, the emperor. Last he checked, he is an orphan who had worked his way to the top through his sheer determination and perseverance.

She continued with her little tales unbeknownst to her, more than half of what she is saying at the moment fell on deaf ears or more precisely an unconscious mind.

While Lyndon was still listening up to the information of Vicky, he felt a powerful jolt in his mind and a splitting headache that accompanied it.

Throwing his mind into an array of confusion and information, an influx of foreign information that isn't his invaded his head.

If not for his sheer will not to scream, he would have been screaming his lungs out from pain.

When everything finally subsided, Lyndon had a knowing yet confusion look on his face.

He had, for some unknown reason, gone through what many felt only happens in novels, movies, and anime's.

He had transmigrated to a different world from the one he used to live in. A world of fantasy, a world known as Astoria.

A mystical world where magic reigns supreme. In this world, being a magic practitioner is the key to power and status, while commoners are considered nobodies.

Being a commoner means you have no talent for magic, be it the son of a king of a powerful kingdom, and Earl or so on.

As long as you have no magical talent, you are a commoner; best put a complete nobody can become a noble while a noble descendent ends up a nobody.

The magic practitioners in this world are divided into different classes, each with its own distinct abilities and powers.

Quite fortunate for himself, he transmigrated into the body of the seventh Prince of an empire, now finding himself caught in a web of family power struggles and a looming doom that he must work against to survive.

This information didn't really pique him up like the other one he found out.

Due to him being the son of a concubine, he had been treated like trash even though he possessed the natural talents of a genius.

Coupled with his inferiority complex of being the son of a concubine, his predecessor had always sought to prove himself.

Despite his best efforts, he had been continually overlooked and marginalized by his family.

That been said, three days ago during his father's birthday, his half brother taunted him in front of all the important guests and his future wife, married to him according to the tradition of royalty.

Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he complied, agreeing to play his half brother's stupid game.

Three wine chalices were brought before him, two said to be laced with poison and one clean.

As a genius who had been studying under the Royal alchemist due to his interest in herbs and all, he shouldn't have a problem ascertaining which one had poison and which one is clean without using apparatus to check.

Naturally, he would have declined, but with the drive to prove himself, he agreed.

Long story short, all three chalices were poison, two with potent poisons that could be detected easily and the other laced with untraceable poison.

The moment he chose that one, thinking he had won, he got the short end of the stick.

As the poison began to take effect, he felt a burning sensation in his chest and a sense of dizziness. He tried to stand, but his legs felt weak and his vision began to blur. He could hear his half brother's laughter, and the crowd began to murmur. He knew he had been tricked, and he had made a terrible mistake. As he collapsed to the ground, he felt a sense of panic and despair. He had ruined his own life, and he had no one to blame but himself. His last thoughts before he lost consciousness were of regret and self-loathing.

But then something happened, another soul entered his body, forcefully merging with his. The soul seemed to be in a terrible state but was able to merge with the soul of the original prince.

But the poison had taken far too much effect on him that the influence of the new soul could only hold up the Prince's life up till now that he arrived here.

Funny enough, this new soul happens to be the soul of the original prince from a future timeline.

The whole thing feels so unreal; it's not like transmigration is normal on its own, but getting your future self to come take over your past self's body looks really crazy.

To crown it all up, when he arrived, both merged souls who had lost every bit of their consciousness merged together with his own.

Making him the sole owner of this body now, with no strings attached or past will to fulfill.

Having gone through the important details for now, he shoves the rest to the back of his mind for now.

What is important is, he had transmigrated and now known as Prince Lyndon.

In his previous life, he had struggled to gain everything, losing most aspects of his life just to gain his goals.

In the end, he didn't even recall how he died; he couldn't tell if it was by accident or overdose of strong drink. That is if that does kill someone by the way, everything he had painstakingly worked for was gone.

But now that transmigration had occurred, all of that had changed.

He now had the opportunity to start over, to prove himself and to make a name for himself and live his life fulfilling those things he never got the chance to do before now.

He decided to embrace this new life and to use his new identity and abilities to change his destiny.

He would no longer be a nobody, but a force to be reckoned with, and the first step was to learn as much as possible about this new world, and to figure out how he could use his new powers to his advantage.

With a renewed determination and purpose, the new Lyndon set out to explore. He quickly got out of his thought world, turning his attention to Vicky as he bombarded her with a series of questions.

The information he had gotten from both souls are fragments of what remains of their dissipating soul, it's so more for the future soul. As the information in there is a mess, he had to take out time to sort, but now isn't that time.

Though Vicky was taken aback by the series of unnecessary questions the Prince kept asking one after the other, she still answered to the best of her knowledge, holding no information back.

He discovered that he is in the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Vayrion instead of his mother's personal quarters given to them outside the palace. He also learned that he was the youngest of the seven princes and that he had been considered something of a disappointment by his family and peers.

However, he had no interest in playing the part of the spoiled, lazy prince. He wanted to live for himself, to make a name for himself, and to show everyone that he was capable of greatness.

A new Lyndon had been born; this world is about to face the best programmers to ever live in it.

With this new sense of purpose, Lyndon began to study his new world with an intensity that he had never before experienced. He learned about the politics and power structures of Vayrion. He also began to study the magic system of this world, and he realized that it was far more complex and powerful than anything he had ever thought before.

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