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Reborn as a Banished Noble

In the imperial capital, the once-noble house of Igor falls into disgrace when Lord Vincent Igor is convicted of leading a failed rebellion against the crown. His only son, Elliot Igor, is stripped of title, lands, and wealth, and sentenced to exile in the perilous wastelands of the south. a barren wasteland teeming with bandits from the Federation, demons, and displaced humans. Elliot who was suffering of prolonged illness just a few days after leaving the capital, was reborn with a soul of another person from earth 'Oliver' due to a spell gone wrong, in summoning outer god. Oliver who was now thrust in to this dangerous world had to do everything to reclaim his honor and avenge Igor family's downfall, discovers ancient texts about necromancy among his hidden possessions during his journey to exile. With nothing left to lose, He delves deep into the forbidden arts, seeking the power to raise and command the dead with the blessings of the Death God. Under the pale moonlight, he successfully revives his loyal Knight and guards who perished at the hands of a zombie horde, creating a undead army bound to his will. As Oliver now Elliot masters his newfound abilities, news of his dark powers spreads across the land, reaching the ears of the crown and rival exiles alike. A complex game of power ensues, as various factions either seek to harness or destroy Elliot’s necromantic forces. #Zombie #Kingdombuilding #LORD # MedievalFantasy

Rqmk · Fantasy
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113 Chs

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An oppressive silence had descended upon the tent, hanging heavy in the air, palpable and thick.

Breaking the uneasy quiet, Master Lowry posed a critical question, his voice resonating with the weight of the gathered assembly's anxiety. "Is the news we've received truly dependable?" he asked, his gaze sweeping across the faces around him.

Elliot, standing somewhat apart, responded with a measured shake of his head. "It's hard to fully guarantee its reliability," he admitted. "Yet, it doesn't entirely seem like a fabrication either."

He proceeded to elaborate on the origins of the intelligence they were dissecting. The information came from a spy named Rocky, believed to be working for Whitehall. After some discussion, the consensus was that while Grand Duke Rosario's intentions remained murky, Rocky's credentials as a spy appeared beyond reproach.