The Heir with the Hunter's Mark

“I give the Empire ten years to choose the worthiest of my ten sons. And for ten years, no one will lift the crown.” Those were the last words of the last Emperor of All Russia. After saying that, he died. And it began…
At that moment, I still hadn’t realized who I was. But I was already living in another country under another name—though I was part of that ten. No one expected me. But maybe some were looking for me. And then my familiar world shattered into pieces. And like a cherry on top, I received the Mark of a Hunter. Exactly then, I gathered my soul piece by piece and remembered everything. This is my second life. And I’m coming home.
Some will see only a provincial nobleman with a ridiculous trash Mark. Others will— the Eighth Prince, the claimant to the throne, someone who can be used… You fools! With pleasure, I’ll open your eyes and show you the strongest warrior—the one whose name made armies tremble. The one who never surrendered and always went forward. The one who is now cursed by Space and Time, in a world where the Family Gift of the Russian Emperors burns in his blood. The one who will play by your rules. Your sweet world is to my liking—monsters that live in anomalies, creatures who ride in convoys—what’s the difference? They’re all food for my Mark.