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Rebirth System: Blood and Ash

Aric Valerian, the fourth prince of the Valerian Empire, bears many titles: The Forgotten Prince, The Whore's Child, The King's Bastard—names that have been spoken more than his own. Born with a crippling illness and devoid of mana or ki, Aric was a disgrace, scorned by his family and the court. But when the gods cured him and gifted him the strength to fight, Aric dared to hope. He sought glory in battle, only to be betrayed by his brother and sent to die in a hopeless war. In his final moments, as death closed in, a mysterious text appeared before him… [Would you like to change your fate?] After being given another chance, Aric embarks on a ruthless journey to claim absolute sovereignty. [Ki Circulation Mastered: Strength +10] [System Upgrade: Advanced tactical planning unlocked] [Hidden Fortress Established: Stronghold security +15%] The forgotten prince claws his way through the treacherous landscape of imperial politics, he is forced to make impossible choices, each decision pushing him further down a path soaked in blood. He learns that true power demands sacrifice, and the price of vengeance may be his soul. ------------------ This book contains dark themes and depictions. The mc is a ruthless cynic, and is closer to being a villain than he is a hero. Main themes: Politics, Kingdom building, strategy, war

Faded_Ink · Fantasy
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From Blood and Ash.

The wind whispered through the streets of Byzeth, carrying with it the scent of death.

Above the towering castle gates, Aszer's head hung high on a pike, swaying slowly with each passing gust.

His face, now a grotesque mask of horror, stared down at his once-kingdom, the vacant eyes locked in an eternal gaze over the city he had tried and failed to lift.

Beside him, the bodies of his family and loyal nobles swayed in the breeze, their lifeless forms leaving shadows across the cobbled streets below. They hung like broken marionettes, their clothes stained dark with blood, their bodies twisted and limp in death's final embrace.

Below, the people distant and outside the castle watched in grim silence, their faces pale, some shocked, others cold.

The rebellion had been crushed. The foolish dream of freedom from Valeria had been snuffed out. And now, they stood witnesses to the price paid for treason.