I'm Not Fit to Be a Prince? Yeah, Sure, Whatever You Say!

I've transmigrated many times and lived many different lives.

Emperors and ministers, peddlers and laborers, fortunate or miserable beginnings.

One thing never changed: I always rose to the top.

I was once mad, convinced I was invincible and that everything was a game.

I stood high above the world, looking down on all living things, turning the world upside down, capable of anything.

Killing people left and right?

What are people? What does "left and right" even mean?

This time, I've transmigrated again.

A continent of swords and magic, where I am an unloved prince.

From the start, I was framed. I woke up drunk and was accused of trying to rape a princess!

My mother was heartbroken.

I was exiled, too.

Sure enough, I was ambushed on the way and thrown into a river.

All because my mother was a commoner.

And then, I woke up.

I hereby declare that every noble will pay for this.

Ten years later.

Amid a tide of scarlet, I returned like lightning.

"Not being a prince doesn't mean I've given up my right to rule."

"I've come to destroy everything the nobles stand for. Blood will flow, and not one of them will be spared."

"Then I'll build my own country upon the ruins."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.