"I was just getting ambushed... What the hell? Where is this? Did I get pulled into another world?"
David Shaw sat on the edge of the summoning array, confusion all over his face while he scanned the place.
A cold voice snapped him out of it.
He looked up—and froze.
Gorgeous.
The woman standing before him had fair skin, perfect features like carved jade, lips red and glossy—breathtaking.
Arrogant.
She stood tall, with an untouchable air, like a snow peak no one could reach.
As David checked her out, she did the same.
"No cultivation at all? Just an ordinary man?"
"Good. Saves trouble."
Her words made David even more lost. “Who are you, and where am I?”
“I’m the Empress of Da Yan. From this moment on, you’re a Prince of Da Yan...” she said flatly.
"My husband.”
David: “...???”
Answers came fast.
The woman’s name was Victoria Royal, the Empress.
Her court was full of backstabbing ministers, all pushing her to marry.
Unwilling to be used as a pawn, she triggered a summoning talisman she found by accident.
And just like that, David got dragged into this world.
Now he was her shield—Prince in name only, top-tier freeloader in the eyes of the realm.
Victoria didn’t waste time. True to her name as Empress, she got married and sealed the deal within an hour before anyone could object.
“I can’t give you a real marriage, but I’ll make sure you live in luxury.”
“I’ll find a way to remove the Slave Seal too.”
She said that, still in her wedding robes, then turned and left for the Imperial Library to handle state affairs.
Leaving David alone in the hastily converted Prince's Palace, staring at the wind—stunned.
“What a woman…” he muttered, rolling up his sleeve.
There it was—a glowing mark on his arm.
The Slave Ring. Everyone summoned through the talisman got one.
With this ring, David couldn’t harm Victoria no matter what.
Just then, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[Activate Supreme Dominator System? Choose—]
[Yes/No]
“Seriously? Is this a cliché or what?” David blinked.
He used to read this kind of trashy novel to relax.
And now he was the main character?
Without hesitating, he picked—
[No.]
Back then, he was an orphan raised by killers. All he did was fight to live—kill, complete missions, grow stronger.
He was sick of it.
This time, fate gave him a peaceful life. A prince with no real duties, no bloodshed.
Strongest path in the world?
Not interested.
[Target rejected. Erasing memory. Preparing to detach.]
[Memory erase failed. Retrying.]
[Memory erase failed. Detachment failed.]
[Attempting to bind to host... Failed.]
[Adjusting permissions. Attempting host bind... Failed.]
[Attempting master-slave bind... Failed.]
[Warning! WARNING!]
[Subject is from ultra-high-dimension Earth plane!]
[Adjusting protocols. Initiating parasitic slave mode…]
[Failed. Retrying.]
[Failed. Third attempt underway…]
David was speechless.
What kind of system mess was this?
He just stood there as screen after screen popped up in the air—every one of them ending in failure.The reason? This so-called system wanted to be his servant—but couldn’t even manage that?
[Binding failed. Attempt number 9999.]
[Binding failed. Esteemed Master, may I serve as your assistant under a master-servant mode?]
Pathetic. David Shaw didn’t think it was a system—it was more like a bootlicker.
Out of curiosity, he asked, “What if I say no?”
[You are a being from a high-dimensional plane, possessing top-tier bloodlines. If you refuse, my existence will be purged by your immunity.]
Σ
⊙▽⊙"a!!!
David almost choked. “Damn, I’m that overpowered?”
Without thinking much, a thought flickered in his mind.
[Binding successful. Greetings, Honorable Master. Thank you for your mercy.]
[May I request a name from you?]
“Uh...” Faced with this suck-up of a system, David blurted out, “Why not... Lucky?”
Regret crept in right away. For a system, maybe the name deserved a little more dignity?
[…]
[A beautiful name. I love it, Honorable Master.]
“Cough!” David cleared his throat awkwardly. That response caught him off guard. “Well... as long as you’re happy.”
[Honorable Master, allow me to remind you—learn to suppress your aura quickly, or you’ll cause unintended damage.]
[Uncontrolled, your presence might erase me entirely.]
[You may even endanger other lives. Look to your right.]
David turned his head, pupils contracting slightly.
In the garden beside him, the closest tree was... falling apart?
“Aura?” David exhaled softly, focusing his mind.
Back in the assassin organization, he was one of the best. That came from his freakish talent.
Even under Earth's heavy laws, he still became a grandmaster, mastering both inner and outer strength.
Sure enough, once he calmed his breath, the tree stopped crumbling.
“I really am stronger now?” David stared at his hands. He knew his limits well.
Victoria Royal had given him some clues—this world was off the charts in terms of power.
People here refined spiritual energy, soared into the sky, shattered mountains with a wave. All that nonsense.
On Earth, he was one of the best—might be a martial arts grandmaster. But here? Just a guy who knew how to throw a punch.
“Lucky,” David called out in his mind.
[Honorable Master, at your service.]
“What’s my current level here? Weak, strong?” He frowned, eyes drifting to the half-collapsed tree.
[Honorable Master, you hail from a high-dimensional realm where the laws of existence are extremely strict—you were under the pressure of 490,000 rules.]
[Even so, you broke through the limits and strengthened your physical body.]
[Now, in this low-dimensional world with barely any suppression, your body is hungrily absorbing energy, growing stronger.]
[Your strength doesn't come from this world’s cultivation levels. It comes from you.]
The way Lucky explained it finally made things clear for David.
It was like moving from a high-gravity world to a low-gravity one—less suppression, more freedom.
Like those Kryptonians—once under the yellow sun, they grew stronger fast.
Same thing here. Earth’s law pressure: 490,000.
This world?
“How much pressure in this place?” David asked, raising a teacup casually.
[Honorable Master, 3,000.]
“Pffft!”
David spat out the tea.
The droplets hit the wall in front of him like bullets, punching through and leaving a hive of holes.