How I Became the Strongest Sovereign
*Please do check out and add my New Novel: 'Peerless Librarian' to your collections!* *All Characters, Notions, and Themes are a work of fiction* In a world governed by physical power, strength, and Magical Ability, James finds himself at the top of the hierarchy with everything a man could ask for Money, Prestige, Political Power, and Freedom. Unfortunately, his perfect reign doesn’t last long and an unexpected event causes him to be transmigrated into a new world through a pitiful death. James is reborn into a realm of supremacy and struggle, where each world is its own pillar, lifting up the central station of magic… The upper realm. 7 Monarchs, 7 Seats, and a Tournament of Power - a competition worth everything. Does he have what it takes to occupy all the seats and have all the worlds at the palm of his hands? Or will he be held back by revenge, lust, and death? Follow James on his new journey, to once again reach the top of the food chain and become the Strongest Sovereign... ========= A/N: The first couple of chapters aren't the greatest due to my lack of experience when I first started writing, this caused the pacing and planning of the first few chaps to be flawed. Therefore, some readers may be disinterested to read after this point but I strongly do urge you to carry on reading. After the time skip, the Story, Plot, and characters, all get better and become much more fledged out. Enjoy Reading! Cover Art by @ara_meraki
The Anomalous Dungeon [1]
As I exited the portal, I was met with a familiar interior. I was in the Hunter Bureau. A red carpet stretched towards the reception desk, before splitting left and right into 2 staircases. On the side were cherrywood furniture and glamorous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
"Please, follow me this way." The man in front insisted, picking up the pace.
I scanned around, spotting a group of hunters on the left, some of them wore silver armour, carrying swords and shields, whilst the others had staffs and wands; it seemed that they were preparing for a battle. They must have been a party - a group of hunters that cleared dungeons as a group.
One of them gave me a condescending glare but I ignored his gaze. He was a well built 6 ft 4 man and had curly blonde hair paired with a well groomed beard. He was at least in his mid 30's.
From the mana pressures I could sense from them, the party members were at least B and C rank.
-Knock. Knock.