The most powerful regent of the interstellar empire died suddenly in his palace, causing an uproar across the country.
As a newly purchased inferior slave, I was pushed out to take the blame.
On the eve of execution, the empire's most advanced AI suddenly rebelled collectively and sealed off the entire territory.
They projected holographic images in front of me and declared in unison:
"The DNA of the empire's only legal heir has been detected, and the Supreme Guardian Agreement has been initiated."
And the scar on my wrist, which is regarded as a slave code, is shining brightly.
