chapter 5: glimpse of new world

The night sky of Planet Utopia was brilliantly brushed with a dazzling light cast by its 94 moons. While most moons were barren, their surfaces bloomed with various forms of habitation. Many species on the planet believe their gene origin was graced by a god living on this moon.

It was a common sight to witness the youth of the Light Kingdom roaming atop their magical beasts, savoring the intoxicating experience of their vibrant youthfulness. The moonlit hours played host to nearly 90% of the entertainment industry, awakening the city's vibrant nightlife.

On this enchanting night, a lone man stood by a window, his gaze sweeping across the luminous cityscape. He opened his arms to embrace the chill of the night air.

"The city's name alone is a testament to its brilliance and luminance. In my former world, where could I ever relish such fresh air coupled with the zenith of infrastructure?" he mused.

"Shall I praise or curse the architect of this miracle? Upon opening my eyes in this world, armed with the knowledge of my modern past, I aspired to greatness. But all was snatched away by a single person—the 'hero,' the savior of humanity. Most infuriating of all, that person is my own kin, my own father, the emperor of Warlight. A treacherous man busy all day and night, neglecting the population of the War Empire, not even bothering for a second to see my face in those hellish seventeen years."

A sigh escaped his lips. "Why do I squander my time pondering this? Let us revel in the night's embrace. .

Who knows what surprises the dawn's on day ceremony may unveil?

Since tonight i am going enjoy all my night worth equal to eighteen years of my life " opening both arm ,

he then leapt from the window.

Gravity on this planet was a mere shadow of Earth's, allowing him to descend leisurely, arms folded, savoring every fraction of movement.

"Ah, the tranquility is palpable. I would give a minute to feel this for eternity."

His descent was interrupted mid-flight, a gentl

swoosh accompanying his sudden halt. Strong arms enveloped him.

"What on earth are you attempting? Don't you comprehend that suicide is the gravest offense in Light City?" scolded a woman, her voice a blend of urgency and concern.

The image of the girl in a white uniform dress, with long brown hair flowing till her slender waist, purplish glow in her dark pupils, and red lips containing allure and coldness. Added by lethal beauty and high authority, three stars strapped over her jade uniform symbolized her high authority status.

"Three-Star Light Force," he acknowledged, recognizing the symbol of the three stars on her puffed chest.

Apart from the royal family, no one on this planet held the authority to challenge their edicts.

The Light Force, responsible for maintaining law and peace in the city, of which the Three-Star Light Forces were among the highest, wielded the power to turn a kingdom to dust with a single decree.

The Light Force unit is under the direct command of the first queen of the Light Empire since the establishment of the Warlight Empire.

That's why respect is given to individual Light Forces no less than the royal army unit by civilians.

However, in the embrace of the slender hand of the beautiful girl, our Zen restrained his hormonal distractions, broken out of his twisting walk with his own mind, not replying to anything.

"Hey, where are you off to? Engaging in such acts is grounds for punishment, especially suicide," she called after him, propelling a rainbow custom bike to block his path.

Zen met the woman's eyes and effortlessly landed on the bike's seat, then leapt off the other side, falling back into his stride.

"You—" she began, but he was already walking away.

"Don't bother, Three-Star Light Force ma'am. I am not some feeble imbecile indulging in foolish acts.

And I heard the jobs of Light Forces are very tiresome. Statistics suggest that Light Force members themselves, due to work and life instability, end up divorced, resulting in a heavy burden on their heads. Why are you so free?" he remarked with a nonchalant wave, vanishing into the bustling crowd.

"Where has he vanished to? Why can't I detect his location? I am a Three-Star Light Force," she murmured, astonishment etching her features, gazing towards the digital screen on her bike but found no presence of Zen.

Of course, because Zen is of royalty, he has special devices to conceal his method and block thermal navigation radar.

However, next, her red lips twitched in a mysterious curl. "Indeed, he is quite different. I am looking forward to seeing him, let's see how much you're going to amaze me."

For the first time, someone had ignored her presence, and it rankled. Her status as a Three-Star Light Force was usually sufficient to send people trembling in her wake.

"But it's strange, after seeing me for the first time, he didn't even glance at my beautiful jawline. Don't tell me, he's not driven by lustful desires? Like a pet owner with their cat," she pondered, a perplexed frown forming.

Yet, the true source of her bewilderment lay in this first instance of being dismissed despite her striking appearance. After all, she was a five-time Miss Beauty Champion, the fifth most followed person on War-Light Talk social media platforms, a symbol of charisma.

With a flick of annoyance and the roar of her magic bike, the limited edition Rainbow XZ 3423, she streaked into the sky, propelled by an explosion of rainbow light from the silencer horn.

While the night was a time typically associated with silence, these streets throbbed with life. Traffic flowed steadily, a unique blend of monstrous mounts and noble children on futuristic vehicles resembling those on Earth sharing the road.

In this world, 90% of the population relied on magical creature mounts for transportation, while another 9.99% enjoyed the benefits of Earthly vehicles—a privilege reserved for the upper echelons of society. The remaining 0.01% comprised individuals capable of bending space, traversing distances at the speed of light with a single stride.

As Zen strolled through the bustling thoroughfare, his countenance bore traces of both astonishment and bitterness.

"How could this place, simultaneously familiar and alien, exist? I have not a bit of chance for me to use the knowledge of my former world to earn some fame and money. I feel like I am looted by the hero of this world.

"In spite of the ghost mother's torture, there are good things that I've endured as one of the royal family, so concern for earning money and living is not a priority."

It's just that I am only aware of this world from the historical books in the underground prison library. If the information is correct, the danger of this world is out of my expectations."

Not to mention that the emperor, the hero, unfortunately my father, story of that person is very similar to the boring plot of a hero defeating demons to gain popularity and build his own harem."

After a short walk, he entered a quaint café nestled at the right corner of the street.

"Welcome to our Newday Café, sir. May I

take your order?" A waitress approached him with a friendly smile.

His gaze flitted over the menu, and his eyes widened at its contents. Everything was a novelty until he reached the "Premium" section.

Pizzo: 10 million SL Coins

Boorger: 4 million SL Coins

Pinner Sandwich: 2 million SL Coins

Cape rhino Coffee: 3 million SL Coins

ICE meme: 1 million SL Coins

Zen muttered to himself, "Not even food items left by him. Can't even fathom opening a restaurant selling food items from Earth and living a peaceful life with a wife and child. Now, that's not possible."

"Sir, um, your order?" the waitress hesitated, perceiving him as some low-pocket man due to his untidy hospital dress.

He met her gaze and calmly produced a black card adorned with royal insignia.

This followed two types of currency: primitive physical currency involving Bronze coins, Silver coins, and Royal coins, while the new incorporated method only available in the Warlight Empire was the idea of an encryptional coin.

However, it was still in a working state and only in the possession of the royal family and nobility. Ordinary people couldn't even imagine themselves touching an encryption card.

As she beheld the card, her composure faltered. "I apologize for my impertinence. I had no idea you were of the Hero's lineage. Please, feel free to order whatever you desire. We wouldn't dare charge the royal family."

Zen gave a nod. "No need for formalities. Just take the card and bring my order." With a casual toss of the card, he turned his attention to the window, gazing at the lights shimmering outside the bustling city road.

When his order arrived, he savored every bite, enraptured by the melody of a song that now filled the air. Its exquisite tones carried through every corner of the city, weaving a harmonious tapestry.

"Such a melodious composition. I wonder where it originates," he mused aloud.

"From the Georgia Bar. Miss Kyler is performing tonight. I'm a huge fan, but for someone like me, meeting her is but a distant dream," the waitress replied, her eyes sparkling with wistfulness.

Zen rose from his seat, catching the waitress's hand in his own. Her initial fear was eclipsed by the reality of his status.

"Fear not, my intention isn't to devour you. How about we go meet this Kyler? Guide me to the bar."

A mix of disbelief and elation crossed her features. "Really? Can I actually meet her?"

"Why not? And should I flaunt this card to gain entry?" he inquired, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Of course, they'll let you in. Who dares hinder a member of the royal family?"

Zen nodded. "Then let's go."

Sure, he's not looking for beauty; it's just that the music notes played by her are very similar to his when he used to play the piano.

"Yes, when I was twelve years old rich boy, after my mother's sudden death, I learned to play the piano in order to relieve my trauma.

After that, I also performed on the grand stage, winning many awards. Or you could say, I bought many awards."

The music notes were very close to him, suddenly itching him to know the identity of the unknown woman.

" my her is palpating, i am truly want to see that person playing smoothe notes "