Alpha Reborn!

A resounding reverberation rang out from within him, and then the energy within him subsided, and the soul energy in the surroundings began to rush towards him, entering his body as if their home was there.

He watched excitedly as dozens of waves of soul energy entered his body!

He knew exactly what that meant. After all, this was a natural phenomenon that takes place when a soul cultivator opens more than one soul pocket at a time.

He had succeeded in opening more than one soul pocket with the help of only three Spirit Surge Elixirs!

He had done the unthinkable!

'I have absorbed the entire potency of the three elixirs. It should only be possible if I had an extraordinary talent for cultivation, but in the game, it was mentioned that Evan, although born to Magnus the great, didn't have a special constitution for cultivation. I think I am more talented than I was made out to be in the game,' Evan thought.

[Ding! Congratulations on leveling up twice!]

[You have gained two SP!]

[Your soul energy reserves have increased to 324 units!]

He heard the notification of his player system ringing out in his mind, congratulating him on his success, and he grinned triumphantly!

Altogether, he had successfully opened three soul pockets, pushing his energy reserves up to 300 units, plus an extra 24 units, thanks to the augmentation granted by the player system when he killed Vera and the Kobold mage, beings that were classified as mages.

The grin on Evan's face widened as he thought, 'Maybe in the entire empire, no one other than me could boost such an achievement.'

He was the only one with a mutated Soul Pocket!

The next items he took out from his inventory were the poisonbane herbs and the nightshade nectar.

"The nightshade nectar can help me develop minor poison resistance, and I can strengthen it by using the 50 poisonbane herbs. I should use them immediately."

Evan knew that he needed to urgently develop poison resistance. The reason for this need could be traced back to an experience he had with poison in the past.

pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ When he was a child, Evan had narrowly escaped death. The glass of warm milk that was meant for him was claimed by his naughty and stubborn pet that liked to sulk for weeks if it didn't get what it desired. It was a beautiful little cashmere cat.

He didn't like drinking milk, so he let it do as it liked. As a result, it died in his place.

It turned out that the milk was poisoned!

The maid that delivered it to him confessed that it was her doing, but everyone knew that she wasn't being truthful.

There was a mastermind behind her.

But who was it?

However, before the truth could be forced out of her mouth, she committed suicide by swallowing the poison that was hidden in her teeth.

Evan cried that day, unable to understand why anyone would want him, a mere four-year-old, dead. At that time, he was too young to understand that his status as the Crown Prince of Frost was enough for some people to want him dead and for some people to worship him as their savior.

That event traumatized him so badly that he refused to ever take a pet, and after that event, his parents had guarded him closely. His meals were regularly checked before he was allowed to eat.

Another assassination attempt on his life took place just a while after the death of his mother, but he survived it too as his father came to save him just in time, followed by the guards of the Frost Clan.

After that, his father had started guarding against the minor families, and then no one had tried to harm Evan using such cheap means.

Maybe it was because the minor families were too afraid of his father, or maybe it was because the minor families thought that there was no reason to dirty their hands with his imperial blood as he would lose his crown prince position sooner or later.

After all, he was in such an important position and yet not in the right state of mind.

He was unfit to rule.

Thus, he was bound to lose the golden spoon he was born with sooner or later without them doing a thing.

Even his grandfather, the Grand General of the empire and the Grand Patriarch of the Frost Clan, had expressed his dissatisfaction with Evan's future prospects in public. Though the current Patriarch held some sway, the Grand General's word was law, and his disappointment with Evan had only fueled the doubts of the minor clans.

It caused the minor families of the frost clan to believe that Evan would certainly lose his position if he didn't turn out to be talented at the age of 16.

A person's body reaches full maturity at the that age. Some might take two more years hence why the test to check one's talent and awaken the soul plate was held at such an age.

Anyway, because of all these reasons, he hadn't faced a major threat to his life in the past few years, but he knew that things would change starting from the Soul Plate Awakening Ceremony.

All eyes would be on him when he takes the test that would determine his potential as well as his future in the clan.

He knew that he had changed after regaining his past life memories and that it wouldn't be hard to prove himself worthy to cement his position and earn the respect of his entire clan. However, if that actually happened, Evan didn't doubt that the minor families would return to targeting him from the dark. At that time, they might try to harm him using lowly means such as poisoning.

If he could develop a strong poison resistance before then, he would be able to thwart their malevolent efforts with ease and counterattack.

He looked at the nightshade nectar with a pleasant expression.

"With this, I will develop minor poison resistance." He said as he took the nightshade nectar.

[The digestion process has begun.]

[Mediate to obtain the maximum effect!]

Evan sat down on the ground cross-legged and closed his eyes, focusing on breathing as calmly as possible.

After a while, he had completely digested it

[Ding! Congratulation. You have successfully digested the Nightshade Nectar!]

[You have developed minor poison resistance!]

[You have gained immunity to 100 poisons!]