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Kingdom's Bloodline

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? Thales did not have the answer. He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. But Thales had nothing. The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.” Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Masterless Sword · Fantasy
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585 Chs

Side Story 5: Thief, Liar, and Bandit

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Dragon-Kissed Basin.

On a lane in the forest, a horse-drawn carriage was halted.

A handsome and young noble with a swept-back hairstyle walked down from the coachman's seat. He frowned and looked ahead at the strong, muscular, ugly, ferocious, ruthless, and violent-looking bald man with bushy eyebrows. The man even held a heavy blade in his hands. He looked like a small mountain in front of the carriage.

The handsome young man with the swept-back hairstyle paled, and he poked a young man with a mohawk in a plain overcoat next to the carriage. "Go… Find out what happened."

Mohawk Man widened his eyes and glanced at the bald man blocking their carriage. His gaze swept past the frightening expression on Bald Head's face—it screamed something similar to 'you-must-have-killed-my-father'—before his eyes stopped on the heavy blade in Bald Head's hands for two seconds.