The Rise of an Imperial Prince

More than three hundred years ago, The Discovery of Basic Runes propelled this ordinary fantasy world forward.

Warfare came to depend on rune weapons, and nations raced to build up their military strength.

Nine out of ten people are born with a crystal core. The value of a person as an energy source is greater than the value of the labor they can produce.

This is a dark age, with a rigid class system. Great powers keep weaker nations in captivity, harvesting their crystal cores through warfare.

This is a twisted age. The use of spiritual energy causes widespread pollution, and everyone struggles on the brink of madness.

When everyone wants to impose their own will, victory is the greatest tragedy of all, second only to defeat.

I wanted to open a cat cafe, but ended up forced to become a scheming dog caught in the political and military maelstrom.

Honestly, I just want to be a good person.

My greatest talent is playing the kingdom-conquest game.

My second greatest talent is sleeping.

My third greatest talent is chopping people up.

What, tricking people? I would never do that.

Blurb in progress...

CP warning: gender-bender.

Told from the male lead's perspective, but he actually has quite a dominant streak. It's confusing.

The protagonist can handle any situation. I will never make them act stupid just to move the plot along. They're the proactive type who gathers information and lays traps for people.

The author may be a very slow-updating pigeon spirit. Boohoo.

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Theme: War is destined to end in destruction