Chapter 8: Rage Against The Phoenix
Moments before his awakening, Rin watched everything unfold with wide, intense eyes.
Robert and Marissa fought desperately to protect him, revealing the short but clear list of people on his side—and it wasn’t many.
He saw how Robert, despite being surrounded and humiliated, stood his ground against he kingdom knights with unwavering resolve. He refused to bend to the boastful commander, risking his life for a baby who wasn’t even his own at the first place.
But the world was cruel, and men like Vandolph weren’t fair either. After being bested and embarrassed by Robert, Vandolph broke his word and ordered Robert’s execution. That betrayal prompted Marissa—the mysterious mage—to step in and fight.
They were vastly outnumbered in spite of their bravery and remarkable abilities. Spells burst and blades clashed, but ultimately they were overpowered.
Now, instead of Marissa’s comforting arms, Rin was staring at a steel blade pointed over his chest. Vandolph grinned wickedly, savoring the moment of his victory. The excitement in his eyes, the chaos around him—everything filled Rin with confusion and dread.
Rin questioned everything.
Maybe being reborn didn’t mean he’d be overpowered. Maybe this world didn’t play fair at the first place. Maybe the plot armor he was expecting was gone.
The angel had promised he’d return to Earth if he became emperor—but he hadn’t expected survival to be so difficult from the very first day.
He couldn’t crawl, couldn’t even scream. And yet, he was already being tested. Did that angel send him here as a joke?
Still, despite the looming blade, Rin’s heart warmed. Robert, Jorthon, and Marissa had risked everything for him. They weren’t his parents, but they had loved him more than the royal blooded ever had. That was his silver lining.