The Bewitching Tyrant Emperor

When he woke up, the dignified prince of the blood clan had turned into a little kid who could barely talk?! Fine, he could accept all those changes, but why was he being raised by a “silver wolf” with wings?! Not only did he have to live with “beasts” every day, he even had to “communicate” with them in depth. Just when he finally found a human, the man gradually devoured him, leaving not even a scrap in the end. Was the wretched heavens playing a cruel joke on him?!

“My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven’s!” the boy grumbled.

“Your body and soul are mine. What makes you think your life is any different?” the emperor declared arrogantly.