Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

The Northern Wind Empire, Imperial Palace.

Inside the lobby.

I sat on the throne, my fingers tapping out a rhythmic pattern of exploding ice crystals.

Every time the Frostmoon Bell in the council chamber strikes seven, the image appears as icicles hanging from the dome.

The starlight that danced through the girl's silver hair pierced the eternal night.

My prized Frostmourne melted into a pool of rust at her fingertips.

"Your Majesty, the elves of the Aurora Forest refuse your marriage certificate."

The attendant's head rolled on the cold jade steps, and drops of blood floated in the air, congealing into ice grapes.

As I chewed on this string of blood-red crystals, I tasted the first humiliation I had swallowed at the Vilnas Academy when I was seventeen.

At that time, I had just dug out Third Brother's heart, and the blue light of the awakened "Frost Whisperer" exclusive skill enveloped the entire training ground.

Until Alice passed by carrying the magic book.

The white mist she exhaled froze, like the icicle I was about to pierce my mentor's throat.

"So noisy."

She frowned at my icy aura and waved her hand as if brushing away a spiderweb.

I still remember the sound of the ice crystals collapsing.

Those meticulously constructed icy cages, those bloodlusts boiling with murderous desire.

The moment she looked up, I melted into snowmelt, flowing down the stone steps into the most humiliating stream of my life.

"Does Your Majesty know why ice sharks dare not leap out of the frozen sea?"

She tossed the apple into the air, and the net of sword light etched a blood-stained crown pattern onto the fruit's surface.

"Because only when they leap out of the water do they realize how large their cage is."

The apple fell onto the long, icy table and split into seven pieces, each piece oozing silvery juice.

I recognize this pattern—

Three years ago, when he poisoned the archbishop, that old man used his last bit of holy light to brand a prophetic pattern onto the communion bread.

But now these silver lines are forming something even more terrifying: the shape of the noose around my mother's neck the night I killed my father.

The blizzard smashed open the glass windows of the council chamber, and spikes sprouted from the ice crystal throne behind me.

This apprentice mage, who claims to be from the Academy of Vernas, has been trampling on my pride since the moment he stepped into the Winter Royal Court.

It took her seven steps to break Frostmourne's frost barrier.

It took three incantations to undo the eternal freeze magic circle I had spent ten years building.

Now you're mocking my thirty years of arduous training with your swordsmanship.

"Your Majesty, the priests of the Frozen Abyss..."

"Feeding sharks."

I crushed the ninth bunch of blood grapes, and the ice on the floor of the council chamber revealed the face of my mother as she drowned.

This lowly siren, who used her singing to bewitch the former king, believed until her death that she could soften my heart with her tears.

The sudden growth of spikes from the ice crystal throne, piercing my thigh, awakened a certain pleasure.

Pain is the only thing that lets me know I'm still climbing—

From the night I poisoned my father, I have been measuring the depth of my ambition with my wounds.

The sound of whalebone horns echoed from the frozen sea, and three hundred members of the royal bloodline were dragged by iron chains to the ice crevice.

As the first princess was swept away by the tentacles of the abyss, I licked the frost off the blade, reliving the memories of that winter when I was sixteen amidst the smell of blood:

Alice stood on the library dome, the moonlight weaving a crown of stars in her palm.

I huddled in the shadows, with shards of ice stuck in my throat that I couldn't cough up.

"Kneel down."

She didn't even turn to look at me that day. "Do you know the forbidden incantation on page 372 of 'The Frost Era'?"

I broke seven ribs just to keep my knees from touching the ground, and the blood that spilled from the corner of my mouth bloomed into a hideous flower on the parchment.

The blood droplets suddenly floated up, condensing into mocking ice crystal earrings at the tips of her hair—

Just like the three hundred royal hearts floating in the hall right now.

"Not enough."

I raised Frostmourne towards the frozen sea, the blade reflecting the scarlet crack of my left eye.

As the sword tip pierced the chest of the last little princess, the sigh of an ancient demon finally echoed from beneath the ice.

An obsidian altar rose from the abyss, and the pupils of the seven statues of original sin bled simultaneously.

As I stepped onto the stairs forged from the bones of an ice shark, Alice's voice echoed in my ears.

The voice was laughing, a soft laugh amidst the blizzard:

"Does Your Majesty know the price of greed?"

"The price?" I ripped off my brother's mane-covered cloak and threw it into the icy abyss.

"From the moment you showed me the truth of the world, I have been living at the cost."

When the Ring of Greed pierced his finger bone, the Ice Crystal Throne shattered with a deafening roar.

Those "Frostwhisperers" who imprisoned me for half my life shattered into ice blades, forming a rotating crown of thorns around the altar.

I saw something even more terrifying—

A young girl's silver hair is burning in the void, and the totem of original sin of desire slowly opens its eyes behind her.

The frozen sea suddenly boiled like lava, and my cloak turned to ashes in the heat wave.

Golden runes emerged on the skin's surface, rewriting flesh and blood through a covenant older than royal power.

The moment my left eyeball burst, I saw the emerald dome of the Elven royal court millions of miles away, the skeletal throne deep within the dragon's lair, and the succubus queen's crimson couch in the Abyss of Elysium.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

I want it all!

I long for those high and mighty elves.

I want those dragons soaring through the sky.

I want the demons of those frigid lands.

I desire the stunning beauty in that paradise.

But no matter how hard I tried, it was no use.

I have reached the pinnacle of humanity.

He was an emperor.

Do not!

There's one more thing.

King of Men!

He wanted to become the King of Men.

The "King" of Humanity

"want to!"

I opened my arms to the shattered ice abyss, the blood flowing from my right eye freezing into crimson icicles.

"I want them all!!!"

My rebirth was simultaneously reflected in three hundred ice mirrors in the council hall:

A greedy serpent wriggles and multiplies in his left eye socket, ice crystal spurs grow from his spine that can pierce dragon scales, and a split mouth in his palm is chewing on fragments of the little princess's soul.

As frost bloomed on my new crown, I heard Alice clapping in my ears.

This time, there was no moonlight in her silver eyes.

Instead, it spun in the same purple vortex as me.

The sins you have committed have begun to accumulate.

Your infamy will be etched into the stars.

A star in the sky responded to you.

The stars that had not shone for a thousand years have been illuminated.

Congratulations! You have acquired the exclusive skill "Greed"!

In the blizzard before dawn, I crushed Frostmourne.

The powdered bone from the mother's spine was reforged into a new weapon in the fires of greed, and the wailing souls of the dead were tempered into the purple patterns on the blade.

The sound of the ice crystal throne collapsing was just like the sound of a shackle breaking deep within my soul.

The king has woken up.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the long winter night, the North Wind Emperor slowly rose from his shattered ice throne.

The greedy serpent coiled within his heart flicked its tongue, yearning for more—

No one could stop him, not even the girl from the Vernas Academy.

He stopped in his tracks, his crimson gaze passing over the kneeling royal skeletons and landing on the goblin general Xuan in the distance.

Goblin General Xuan devoured everything, both living and dead, into his gaping maw.

(End of Chapter)