Chapter 3: The World
Chapter 3: The World
Noah stood before the mirror, studying his reflection.
Long, silken purple hair cascaded past his shoulders. His silver eyes, sharp and piercing, mirrored the world like glass. He smirked.
At least I'm handsome now.
Noah Weaverheart was a lady-killer, no doubt about it—the type who could turn heads with a glance. If his predecessor had used this face properly, things would've turned out differently.
Tch. What a waste. If the old Noah had half a brain, with a face like this, even that protagonist would struggle against him.
But that was then.
This time, he would use his looks, his mind, and—most importantly—his system to get exactly what he wanted. Even the princess who was destined to abandon him for the protagonist.
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After freshening up, Noah stood by the window, gazing out at the vast Weaverheart estate.
The morning sun bathed the land in gold. Countless training fields, lush gardens, and towering marble structures stretched as far as the eye could see. A home befitting one of the Four Great Families.