He slipped the vial into his pocket and moved toward his bed, carefully arranging a few key items around the room.
The plan was simple in theory but needed ticulous execution. If everything went as he envisioned, it would look like he'd overdosed and tragically fell into the fireplace, his body consud by flas.
A dark, yet strangely fitting, end for soone as unpredictable as him. It had to be convincing—no one could suspect that he had simply vanished into another world.
First, he placed the vial on the nightstand, its dull glass surface catching the soft glow of his desk lamp.
Well, That was the easy part.
The hard part would be staging the scene.
Mikhailis stood back for a mont, assessing the room.
The fireplace crackled in the corner with the flas already licking at the air, casting flickering shadows across the walls.
It's Perfect.
This. Is perfect.
He needed it to look like he had collapsed near the hearth after taking the 'fatal dose.'
Next, he turned his attention to packing. His fingers moved deftly as he lined up several containers—sleek, black cases that clicked open and closed with precision.
Inside were his most prized possessions.
His lab tools ca first—delicate instrunts he used for examining specins, each one cleaned and neatly organized. Then ca his laptop and portable computer setup, which held not just his work but years' worth of research, digital experints, and personal notes.
He couldn't leave any of that behind. When he's in the mood, he could be in front of his laptop and computer for days without leaving the room, after all.
That's my life line, after all.
Mikhailis grinned to himself as he reached for the solar panels. They were lightweight, foldable, and should be powerful enough to supply all the electricity he'd need in a world without modern infrastructure.
"No way I'm living without my tech," he muttered, securing them in one of the cases.
He couldn't risk running out of power. After all, Silvarion Thalor didn't seem like the kind of place where you could just plug in and charge your devices.
He quickly downloaded every movie, ani, and TV show he could get his hands on, filling terabytes of storage.
If he was going to be a prince consort, he was going to do it in style, surrounded by the comforts of his eccentric tastes. And surprise his queen with his items along the way.
"Can't be stuck in a magical kingdom without the latest season of Insect Master," he laughed to himself, imagining the baffled look on Queen Elowen's face if she ever caught him watching ani.
But it wasn't just about entertainnt.
He made sure to pack all of his entomologist gear—his collection of bugs, samples, and various materials for research.
After all, the idea of studying insects in a new world was one of the most exciting aspects of this whole deal.
Who knew what kinds of creatures he'd find there? Maybe he'd discover a new species entirely, sothing even more incredible than the Chira Ant. But he's more excited in feeding the chira ant strong monsters, who knows what kind of entity it could give birth to, right?
I wonder if I could make a chira dragon out of it?
He moved quickly now, grabbing his tablet and phone, both of which contained Rodion, his loyal AI. The tiny devices were sleek and packed with power, but what mattered most was the connection to Rodion.
Without him, Mikhailis would be flying blind in this new world. He slipped them into his pocket, adjusting his glasses, which connected him directly to Rodion.
A soft ping in his ear confird that everything was working.
"Rodion," Mikhailis said aloud, hearing the AI's familiar tone in response.
"Run a final check on all the packed systems. Make sure everything's operational."
Rodion humd softly before replying.
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