Reincarnated As The Crazy Prince

Chapter One: End of an Era

The neon lights of the city flickered, casting erratic shadows across the grimy alley where Vandal prowled. He moved with the cocky confidence of someone who owned the night, his leather jacket creaking as he sauntered through the narrow passageways. Tonight, he had left behind a bar brawl that had escalated into a symphony of shouting and smashing glass, a scene he orchestrated with skill.

With a sly grin etched on his face, Vandal strutted away from the chaos he had created, the thrill of mischief pumping through his veins. The cool night air against his skin sharpened his senses, his thoughts racing as he anticipated what excitement lay ahead.

As he turned a corner, he found himself face-to-face with a group of rival gang members, their menacing gazes locking onto him. He recognized them instantly, enemies he had toyed with too many times before. They had a score to settle, and he knew it.

Vandal's grin only widened. He took their challenge in stride, his hands twitching with eagerness as he prepared for a fight. But he quickly calculated the odds and realized he was outnumbered. He wouldn't let them have the satisfaction of beating him.

With a scoff, he spun around and took off running, his confident laughter echoing in the night as he navigated the city streets. He dodged through the maze of alleyways with practiced ease, knowing every hiding spot and escape route.

As he burst onto the main street, his breath ragged from the chase, he was met with the blinding headlights of a speeding car racing towards him. Vandal barely had time to react before the impact hit him like a sledgehammer, sending him tumbling into darkness.

When Vandal awoke, he was in a daze, struggling to make sense of his surroundings. He found himself in a grand, opulent room filled with the glow of golden chandeliers and elegant tapestries. The plush bed he lay upon was fit for royalty, and his clothes were rich and ornate—far from his usual street attire.

His confusion turned to annoyance as a woman entered the room, her expression a mix of relief and concern. "Your Highness," she said, her voice gentle as she rushed to his side. "You've finally awakened! We were so worried after the attack."

Vandal blinked, still trying to process the situation. "Your Highness?" he repeated, the title unfamiliar to him.

The woman smiled kindly, her demeanor deferential. "Yes, Prince Lorcan. You've been through a harrowing experience, but you're back now, and all will be well."

Vandal, now referred to as Prince Lorcan, raised an eyebrow. His heart raced as he struggled to understand the drastic change in his life. Though he was no longer the notorious troublemaker known as Vandal, his cocky attitude remained, and he knew he would have to navigate this world of royalty and intrigue with the same boldness and flair he had always known.