🏹 The Fake Prince with Real Power
His name was Orien Hui Guo Rou.
A "long-lost" child of a minor consort from a disputed province.
No documents. No photos. Just whispered rumors and the perfect timing.
But no one could deny the aura.
When Orien stepped onto the Succession War ship, eyes turned. Not just for his striking violet robes or the gleam in his eye—but because his presence stirred dreams in others, a subtle but infectious pulse of belief.
That was Kaen's work.
Orien was no puppet. He was a projection of Kaen's will, made flesh with Hatsu, spirit, and imagination.
A clone not of body, but of ambition.
The moment he stepped into the game, the Succession War changed shape.
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👁️ First Blood, First Moves
The younger princes, predators in soft silk, circled like jackals.
"He doesn't even have a Zodiacs-registered Nen license."
"No recorded bloodline."
"Another fake prince playing noble."
But Orien walked straight into the Chamber of Reflection, where princes carved their future in blood by placing their hand on the Royal Urn.
He did not hesitate.
His aura bloomed as his palm met the urn.
It pulsed. Glowed. Accepted him.
A Nen Beast burst into existence behind him.
Form: A flowing orb of constellation-like points, shifting and orbiting like a micro-universe.
Function: Unknown. But it observed more than it attacked.
Effect: It mirrored the emotional states of others around it… and sometimes altered them.
Prince Zhang Lei gasped.
"That's… that's not a natural conjuration."
Prince Tyson whispered, shaken.
"He's dangerous."
Orien bowed.
"May the dreams of all princes bloom.
But be warned—mine grow fastest in blood."
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🧠 Deep Within the Mind Palace
Kaen watched everything through the crown-linked vision embedded in Orien's being.
Mora stood at his side, pale.
"Kaen. He's evolving."
Kaen nodded.
"Good. The Mind Palace adapts when imagination meets pressure.
Orien is not a vessel. He is becoming a king in his own right."
Mora hesitated.
"And when he begins to dream for himself?"
Kaen's gaze turned steel.
"Then I will smile.
Because that means I've built something greater than myself."
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🕷️ The Phantom Stirring
Elsewhere on the Succession War vessel, Chrollo Lucifer leaned against a blood-streaked wall, reading from a book that hadn't been there moments ago.
"Orien. A prince made of Nen.
Created by a king who dreams.
Fascinating…"
Machi was silent, but tense.
Feitan grinned.
"We break him now, yes? Rip him open, find what he's hiding?"
Chrollo shut the book.
"No.
We test him first.
There is more value in what he may become."
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💥 The Edict of Echoes
Back in the palace quarters, Orien prepared to attend a negotiation dinner with the mid-ranked princes.
He walked into a trap.
Three Nen-sealed rooms.
No aura escape.
And a Negotiator Prince who'd hired a Disruptor-type Enhancer: a specialist that could make targets forget their own abilities for short bursts.
But Kaen had already sensed the trap.
Through Orien, he triggered his next Edict from the crown:
"What is spoken thrice… becomes unhidden."
Inside the room, the air rippled.
Every lie, every manipulative phrase spoken more than once… burst into a projection of the speaker's true intent.
• The poisoned wine gleamed red.
• The assassin's hidden blade glowed like a beacon.
• The "friendly invitation" melted into imagery of contract killings.
The Negotiator Prince stood frozen.
"W-What… what ability is this!?"
Orien stepped forward calmly.
"My king taught me that truth is the sharpest blade.
Let me demonstrate."
He didn't kill the prince.
He let the truth do the damage.
By morning, three princes had defected from the alliance they were forming—and began courting Orien instead.
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🕷️ Elsewhere, the Spider Moves
A door opened in a chamber no one else could enter.
Hisoka stepped through, chuckling.
"He's fun.
Maybe I'll love him to death."
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👑 Epilogue – Twin Thrones
In the Mind Palace, Kaen lit a new flame inside the Crown.
A ninth flicker.
Not a point.
A mirror.
Orien was becoming more than a tool.
He was becoming a rival—and an heir.
Kaen whispered aloud to no one:
"A true king doesn't fear his successors.
He shapes them."
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🔮 Next Chapter – Chapter 47: The Spider's Fangs