The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne

The Great Oath was a unique kind of power. It might look like magic, but it was not—instead, it was the power of law, drawn from the very forces of nature.

Those deemed worthy of punishment could be struck down by the Great Oath, but only Singularities who had attained the highest level were capable of wielding it.

Of course, the Great Oath could not be used lightly. Only those who had truly sinned and deserved punishment could be struck down.

Moreover, the Great Oath drained an enormous amount of a Singularity’s mana—or power. That was why even they hesitated to use it, even against major offenders.

Usually, they preferred to punish directly. But Nolan was different. His mana was vast, like the oceans of the world itself.

Even if he chanted the Great Oath, his power would not falter.

”What’s going on? You... What are you doing, Nolan Lorian!?” Rovert’s hysterical voice rang out in front of him.

Nolan only smiled coldly and replied curtly, ”You will receive your punishment now, Rovert.”

His words struck Rovert like a rock to the head. Before he could even process what was happening, the pile of magic circles above him flared brightly.

At the same time, a reddish-black light shot out and slammed into him.

”Argh!” Rovert screamed in pain.

He felt his body being torn apart from the inside, his bones crushing under the unbearable pressure. The agony lasted ten long minutes before finally subsiding.

”Hah... Hah... Hah...” Rovert panted, cold sweat pouring down his forehead and neck. ”What... just happened?”

He forced himself to turn his head, looking left and right. To his confusion, there were no wounds, no curses—nothing at all.

”Confused? Alright, I’ll show you.”

Nolan’s cold voice echoed in his ears. Before he could react, a sharp pain stabbed through his neck, so intense that saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Soon, the world spun violently around him, and a heavy thump slammed into his head.

”Eh? What... happened?” He stammered, disoriented.

When he glanced to the side, his eyes widened in horror. His head had been severed from his neck, a fountain of blood gushing from the wound.

”My head... it... broke off?” He cried.

Then, as suddenly as it happened, his head shot upward and fused back onto his neck. The shock of the experience left him reeling.

”That was your punishment, Rovert,” Nolan said calmly. ”Now, you are immortal. You will never die before this world is destroyed.”

”Immortal!?” Rovert screamed in terror.

Immortality might sound like a blessing, but in reality, it was a curse. If one were immortal as an emperor or a great figure, it might be tolerable.

But to be immortal in his current state... it was nothing short of a nightmare.

Just as fear began to grip him, Nolan pressed his palms together and bellowed, ”Hell’s Gate!”

Kraaak!

Two fiery-red gates erupted into the air. Each towered ten meters high, their blood-red doors carved with twin demon figures.

Black chains, caked with dried blood, were wrapped around the handles.

Broom!

The gates swung open, and a five-meter-tall monster stepped through. Its legs bent backward, its body thin, but its long arms nearly touched the ground.

Its head curved backward unnaturally, with no nose—only two cold red eyes and lips twisted into a sinister grin.

Rovert trembled in terror. He shook his head violently and roared, ”No! No! Get that monster away from me!”

The monster’s gaze was locked on him. For the first time, a soul-piercing fear gripped Rovert, plunging him into despair.

With nearly all his strength gone, he crawled desperately across the ground, trying to escape.

But the monster was faster. Its massive hand shot out, seizing Rovert’s right leg and hoisting his body high into the air.

”Argh! Argh! No!” Rovert screamed.

Distracted by his cries, the monster slammed him violently into the ground.

Boom!

The impact was bone-shattering, and Rovert’s body crumpled instantly. Yet the monster did not relent.

It continued to hurl him left and right with the same relentless force.

Rovert’s body fell apart, unable to make even a sound. Minutes later, the monster finally stopped—leaving only one of Rovert’s legs clutched in its grasp.

His brain, internal organs, and body parts lay scattered around it. Most horrifying of all—Rovert wasn’t dead. The leg the monster still held twitched, as if his body was enduring unimaginable pain.

In the next moment, a light emanated from that leg, and slowly, Rovert’s body reassembled itself.

”No! Stop it! I can’t take it anymore!” Rovert sobbed, crying bitterly.

His face was deathly pale, tears streaming down his cheeks. The pain was so excruciating he could bear it no longer.

”You can’t take it anymore? How dare you?” Nolan mocked coldly. ”Hundreds of thousands of people suffered at your hands in the most cruel and inhumane ways. Some are still alive, even though their bodies were smashed to pieces. And you call that punishment unbearable?”

Rovert recoiled at the words, memories of his past experiments crashing into him like a dam bursting.

Back then, he had gathered countless men, abusing them as guinea pigs in his twisted experiments to create stronger living beings.

Throughout it all, he had never felt an ounce of guilt. To him, they were merely tools—things to be used and discarded once they became useless.

That was how he saw his victims. In his world, power was everything.

How could an empire or kingdom stand otherwise? Power was the foundation.

Whether it was the founder or the leaders who came after, they were all extraordinary figures wielding unmatched strength.

Only with power could one survive, preying on those weaker than oneself.

But... what if the positions were reversed?

Rovert stared at his helpless self, fear creeping in once more.

Is this... what it feels like to be the weakling I always looked down on? He whispered, his voice trembling.

In his entire life, he had never imagined—even for a moment—that he would end up in such a position.

”Alright, enough pleasantries, Rovert. Now, accept your punishment.”

Nolan’s cold voice yanked him back to reality. Tears streamed down his face as he thrashed desperately.

”No! Don’t do this! Save me! I swear I’ll do good from now on! I’ll be your servant—no, your slave! Please, Singularity of Chaos! I beg you!”

His voice was choked with agony and overwhelming fear.

What was dignity now? What was pride? Could they save him?

Of course not.

All he wanted was to survive, to reclaim his freedom.

But that had been nothing more than a daydream. From the start, Nolan had never intended to grant his pleas.

The monster dragged him through the gate, and the sound of Rovert’s cries slowly faded as the gate closed and vanished.

Watching it all, Nolan’s expression remained unchanged.

”Really...” he muttered softly. ”A fool...”