Chapter 6: The Preparation and The Fake Death

Chapter 6: The Preparation and The Fake Death

He slipped the vial into his pocket and moved toward his bed, carefully arranging a few key items around the room.

The plan was simple in theory but needed meticulous execution. If everything went as he envisioned, it would look like he'd overdosed and tragically fell into the fireplace, his body consumed by flames.

A dark, yet strangely fitting, end for someone as unpredictable as him. It had to be convincing—no one could suspect that he had simply vanished into another world.

First, he placed the vial on the nightstand, its dull glass surface catching the soft glow of his desk lamp.

Well, That was the easy part.

The hard part would be staging the scene.

Mikhailis stood back for a moment, assessing the room.

The fireplace crackled in the corner with the flames already licking at the air, casting flickering shadows across the walls.

It's Perfect.

This. Is perfect.

He needed it to look like he had collapsed near the hearth after taking the 'fatal dose.'

Next, he turned his attention to packing. His fingers moved deftly as he lined up several containers—sleek, black cases that clicked open and closed with precision.

Inside were his most prized possessions.

His lab tools came first—delicate instruments he used for examining specimens, each one cleaned and neatly organized. Then came his laptop and portable computer setup, which held not just his work but years' worth of research, digital experiments, and personal notes.

He couldn't leave any of that behind. When he's in the mood, he could be in front of his laptop and computer for days without leaving the room, after all.

That's my life line, after all.

Mikhailis grinned to himself as he reached for the solar panels. They were lightweight, foldable, and should be powerful enough to supply all the electricity he'd need in a world without modern infrastructure.

"No way I'm living without my tech," he muttered, securing them in one of the cases.

He couldn't risk running out of power. After all, Silvarion Thalor didn't seem like the kind of place where you could just plug in and charge your devices.

He quickly downloaded every movie, anime, and TV show he could get his hands on, filling terabytes of storage.

If he was going to be a prince consort, he was going to do it in style, surrounded by the comforts of his eccentric tastes. And surprise his queen with his items along the way.

"Can't be stuck in a magical kingdom without the latest season of Insect Master," he laughed to himself, imagining the baffled look on Queen Elowen's face if she ever caught him watching anime.

But it wasn't just about entertainment.

He made sure to pack all of his entomologist gear—his collection of bugs, samples, and various materials for research.

After all, the idea of studying insects in a new world was one of the most exciting aspects of this whole deal.

Who knew what kinds of creatures he'd find there? Maybe he'd discover a new species entirely, something even more incredible than the Chimera Ant. But he's more excited in feeding the chimera ant strong monsters, who knows what kind of entity it could give birth to, right?

I wonder if I could make a chimera dragon out of it?

He moved quickly now, grabbing his tablet and phone, both of which contained Rodion, his loyal AI. The tiny devices were sleek and packed with power, but what mattered most was the connection to Rodion.

Without him, Mikhailis would be flying blind in this new world. He slipped them into his pocket, adjusting his glasses, which connected him directly to Rodion.

A soft ping in his ear confirmed that everything was working.

"Rodion," Mikhailis said aloud, hearing the AI's familiar tone in response.



"Run a final check on all the packed systems. Make sure everything's operational."

Rodion hummed softly before replying.



"Well, we're going somewhere far away, where my gorgeous future wife is waiting,"

Even the AI could feel that his words are different from his usuals random utterings. The hint of his emotions could be felt, the concern for his family when he left them, the sadness for leaving without telling his brother, and the uncertainty of leaving this whole world that he knew since he was born.



Mikhailis nodded, satisfied. "Good. You're as reliable as always. What about the portable air conditioner?"

He took a deep breath, he could feel his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Yeah, Rodion," he finally said.

"Start the countdown."



Mikhailis reached out, his hand brushing the smooth surface of the magic stone. It felt warm under his fingers, pulsing in time with his racing heart.



He closed his eyes, whispered the incantation Elowen had taught him, and everything shifted.

There was a sudden pull, like the floor had dropped out from beneath him, and for a brief moment, Mikhailis felt weightless.

The room around him blurred, twisting and warping as the magic took hold. The soft glow from his monitors, the crackling of the fire, the familiar hum of his machines—all of it faded into a distant memory.

And then, with a rush of air, the world snapped back into focus.

He was standing in the grand hall of Silvarion Thalor once again, the containers of his belongings stacked neatly beside him, he could feel that the stone is still warm in his hand while the rope in his other hand still there.

Good.

It means that all of my things got teleported together with me safely to here.

Mikhailis closed his eyes, he felt kind of dizzy perhaps because his body is adjusting to the sudden shift.

The air here was cooler, fresher, and the subtle hum of magic pulsed through the floor beneath him.

Well, the air is fresher due to no contamination the world since there are no polluting factories and vehicles here, after all.

He glanced around, taking in the familiar sight of the polished wooden walls, the veins of glowing metal winding through the designs. And there, at the far end of the hall, stood Queen Elowen, watching him with those piercing golden eyes.

There she is.

His beautiful queen.

Mikhailis grinned. "Guess I'm back."

Elowen's lips curved into a small smile. "Welcome back, Mikhailis."

He glanced at his containers, making sure everything had made the trip with him.

"Brought a few things with me," he said, gesturing to the cases.

"You know, just the essentials—research gear, my AI, solar panels... and, of course, a portable air conditioner. You could say these are my life lines,"

Elowen raised an eyebrow in an amused way.

"I see you've come prepared."

"Hey, can't be a prince consort without a little comfort, don't you think?" Mikhailis shrugged.

She chuckled softly, he could see that she's genuinely amused.

"I suppose not."

Mikhailis let out a deep breath, the tension finally leaving his shoulders.

He was here.

This was real.

No.

This. Is real.

His old life was gone, and a new one was waiting for him.

As he stood there, in the heart of a magical kingdom, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him.

Something that he perhaps wouldn't ever feel in his former world as prince Mikhailis.

"Alright," he said, rubbing his hands together.

"Where do we start?"