There was no thunder the day Lucien Valeheart was born. No storms, no omens. Only silence—too calm, too clean.
But the world still trembled.
Born the only heir to Valeheart Industries, the largest and most powerful megacorporation on Earth, Lucien entered the world in the highest tower of Astra City. A city of silver spires and electric dreams—where money, magic, and machines intertwined.
But it wasn't his wealth that made him a god.
On his eighteenth birthday, a dormant legacy awakened in his blood—a pulse of power so ancient it couldn't be traced in any record, only whispered about in the deepest vaults of lost kingdoms.
A golden interface appeared in his mind, a whisper etched across his thoughts.
"Welcome, Lucien Valeheart. You are the Crimson Sovereign."
"The world is yours. Their bodies are yours. Their wills… are yours."
The Crimson Crown System. A forgotten artifact from a primordial empire where emperors ruled not just with steel, but with seduction, sorcery, and supremacy.
His mind became the command center of the ultimate authority—his mere thoughts enough to stir desire, break resistance, or mark a woman's body with a Womb Sigil: a glowing, arcane seal of submission, visible only to him. With a breath, he could summon pleasure. With a glance, he could enslave hearts. With a touch…
He could unravel anyone.
He didn't ask why he was chosen.
He accepted it.
And by the time the world noticed, it was already too late.