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Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile

Unite the Clans? Create an Empire? Atrox Soryu thought he was destined for greatness… until he wasn’t. Born into the smaller Soryu Clan, Atrox was a prodigy, praised for his unparalleled swordsmanship and relentless ambition. He vowed to become Emperor of the Eternal Skies, a title that hadn't been claimed in centuries. But on the day he was to manifest his Order Mark—the source of every knight’s power—everything went wrong. Instead of the revered Holy, Elemental, or Mystic Orders, Atrox was branded with a Forbidden Order: Something twisted and wrong. A death sentence in the eyes of the world. Branded a monster and exiled by his own father, Atrox was cast into a brutal labor camp where the weak are crushed, and the strong are barely tolerated. But exile isn’t the end—it’s the beginning. In the harshest of conditions, Atrox awakens the full potential of his forbidden powers, powers that could rival even the strongest Knights. He will forge alliances with the forgotten, turn his enemies into allies, and rise from the shadows to build an empire from nothing. Betrayed, exiled, and broken? No. Atrox Soryu is building an empire—and the Eternal Skies will bow to him.

Memento_ · Fantasy
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50 Chs

Got me

Atrox stiffened. He wasn't the only one to notice it as well because Kade and Garran sucked in sharp breaths as they watched it play out in front of them.

The darkness was darker than the surroundings and outlined into a shape covered with a tattered cloak and hood. Its hand was raised, holding a glistening metal lute to its lips.

"What the..." Kade whispered.

Atrox had held his breath since he saw the figure, and he stilled when he felt the eyes under the hood settle on him, locking on him like a predator to prey.

He couldn't see, but Atrox could swear he saw... felt the figure smile.

Then it began playing, and the air quivered as a low tune spread out like a ripple. This wasn't an attack type but a soulful sound that settled into the mind and sang of tales of grief and grim.

Atrox felt as if the tide of emotions he held back would burst and swallow him, his face twitching as he wanted to lash out at something.