Miragus sat alone in his room, gazing at the night sky from his bed. A look of clear irritation was plastered on his face. His mother, Elisa, doted on him every day as if it were the last. The only exceptions were when he went to the library or studied.

She was certainly beautiful; enough to cause wars for her hand in marriage. However, he cared not for women, nor did he care for riches. True immortals only cared about power and knowledge. To be able to learn without the limits of mortals was nothing short of a blessing.

With his mother constantly looking over his shoulder, it was nigh impossible to study as much as he'd like to (which, might I add, is all day long). He did, however, learn many things about this world in the five years since his birth. Especially about the various types of poison and venom.

Ranging from the paralysing venom of the Petra Snakes from the southern caves, to the hallucinogenic poison spores released by the plants in the Forest of Dreams, he had read and memorised as much as he could.

With his powers unsealed, a single touch could kill an ordinary man. A single breath could drop several men at once, leaving them unrecognisable from the effects of his poison. With a single bite, even Titans could fall.

Unfortunately, with his powers sealed, he was forced to use different methods. Or at least, he would be forced to use different methods if he ever got his hands on anything even the slightest bit harmful.

Weapons were always out of his reach. The only times he saw any weapons at all was when he was being accompanied by bodyguards.

He always loved to torture the children of such overprotective parents before their eyes as punishment for crimes, yet never had he thought of the suffering they must already be going through. Not only that, but his mother also insisted on personally feeding him and having his 'favourite' meals prepared.

True immortals did not need food or drink to sustain their bodies. Anything they ate or drank was converted into pure mana, which they would then absorb, allowing their vessels to grow stronger. They could choose to absorb the mana in the world around them, however it is much more tedious to do.

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This was why true immortals tended to eat practically everything in order to strengthen their vessels. Their power was carried over from vessel to vessel due to their soul, so the stronger their vessels are, the more powerful they will become.

Miragus did not, however, enjoy eating or drinking. He considered it to be a very monotonous and pointless task. Something only mortals would do. Instead he preferred to absorb the mana from his surroundings, keeping him replenished at all times and increasing his vessel's strength every second.

After five years of absorbing mana into his vessel, he had become strong enough to rival the best warriors in physical prowess. Barely enough to keep up with any skilled Mage from his former world.

Mages from the Magus Realm were not fragile old men who did nothing but study. Knowledge and power. With knowledge, you could obtain more power. And with power, you could obtain more knowledge. Increasing your physical strength decreased the toll of casting more powerful spells and increased your mana pool.

Thus, powerful mages from the Magus Realm could crush proud warriors with a flick of their hands.

Miragus was not stupid, though. He was certainly arrogant, but he would not let his arrogance get to him in a serious situation... At least, not all the time. While the people of this world appeared to be far weaker, he was still too weak.

He got up from his bed and approached the window with a frown. A cold wind was blowing, as if it were an omen of what was to come.

A snake hides in the grass, observing it's prey. Only when the time is right will it strike. A rose, on the other hand, flaunts it's beauty and fragrance, hiding it's vicious thorns beneath the facade of beauty and serenity. Miragus would have to play the role of both the snake and the rose well until the day his seal breaks.

But like the prey it hunts, the snake has it's own predators. Ones that will strike when the serpentine stalker is at it's weakest. Without realising the snake is just as poisonous as it is venomous, they went in for a bite.