Hiro, a youthful soul from the blue star was forcibly reincarnated in a new and strange world into a little snake body. In this world, the concept of a planet doesn't exist other than the endless table of regions. The endless pursuit of power with the almost eternal journey of strength. "Then by becoming the strongest existence, can I finally have a good sleep?" (Yes host) "Alright then" English is my third language and as such if dear readers notice any grammatical errors. Please do point it out. I'm willing to fix it and I will keep enriching my writing style. I do not own the thumbnail. if you are the creator of this art please do let me know then I will take it down. I couldn't find the original creator of this... Personal update schedule. : IT'S UP TO ME
'Alarys Military Academy welcomes all the candidates to its doors. I would like to thank all the Kruvaryans for dispatching their youth to us. I may remind you again that this is not a sacrifice but a step towards the eternal prosperity of Kruvarys. Do your Army proud, so you do your Kingdom proud.' Alarys Military Academy was nothing more than a slaughterhouse and Gwen was one of the many sacrificial goats who were forcefully shoved into the entry trials this year. To live, she must survive. To live, she must bond with one of the fire-breathers. But even if she did survive the trials, she had to survive the military academy filled with the offspring of the generals who destroyed the lives of everyone in their Kingdom. However, later she figured out that she had more life-threatening problems in hand. In the Academy, a different sort of mystery awaited her and she couldn't help but think that there was something more sinister about the Military Academy than what met the eye. Bound with her enemy and the Governor General's handsomely infuriating son, Damian Thorndyke, she had to figure out the links between the magic of the lands and the sinister incidents that happened in the Academy every year. All her life, Gwen was considered an outcast for not having a magical moon stone just like every human on the lands. But now that she had the magic she yearned for, why did it seem like the magic in their lands was more of a curse than a blessing? ——— "You are no princess, Gwen," his fingers brushed her cheek as his twilight eyes bore into hers, "You are wild. A breathtakingly ethereal, murderous little venom. You bow to no one. And when I look at you? I am terrified. Terrified of the things that I would do for you." This is a fantasy-romance enemies to lovers trope. Update rate: 1-4 chapters every day, along with a mass release during the weekends. 1 super gift = 6 extra chapters Do support me by sending a gift!