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Supreme Ruler: Control Is Greater Than Power!

My life? Many people see me as the most fortunate person existing. Maybe it was due to the power I wield, or what I had in my possession. But I found it hilarious; how I, myself, find my life worthless, every and anything I cared about getting burned in the flames of my ever-flowing energy. I don't mean it literally, more like… a metaphor, I guess. The world always opposed every and anything I stood for. I'm sure if you stood against me you would end up victorious. Anyway, off with my sorrows. To make everything interesting, I'll have to show you a clearer view of the world I live in.  Here it is; the story I so much wanted to share with you… all of you… *** In Archon, the union of a demon and angel was considered sacrilege to all its inhabitants—Apart from this glaring hatred for the union, any offspring from the union would die a miserable death. Stiles, a Nephalem, birthed from the union of a demon and angel had no choice but to face this challenge head-on, his parent's life becoming the payment for his survival. Stiles, filled with anger, tried to end his life but failed with every attempt.  Embarking on a journey to end his miserable life, he came in contact with a fortress that will change his life, turning him from a depressed boy into a Ruler—one that will reign over the land of Archon. ______________ Good day, ladies/gentlemen.  I've not done much writing, but I hope you would check my work out and give feedback. A/N: 100 power stones= 1 chapter. 10 Golden Tickets= 1 chapter. Thanks~ ----------- The cover photo is not mine, so if you are the artist or you know the artist, kindly communicate. Thanks~

Hamzat_11 · Fantasy
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City Lord.

Just like the majority of cities in Kynburgh, the city lord's house was located at the center of Blythe, indicating his lordship and willingness to watch over the city from its core.

The manor had an ash exterior with brown mixed in-between, a fountain with a mermaid, spilling water from her mouth gently sitting on its front.

The horses neighed as they halted at the front yard of the manor, a burly man exiting the black carriage moments later.

He wore a traditional uniform consisting of a brown tunic, red jodhpur, and a brown-furred coat.

Tareef would have loved to appear in Blythe with his usual dress style—a simple singlet and pants, but he knew it would be disrespectful to the essence of this magnificent city… and he also wanted to avoid anything that might spoil the upcoming event.

'The manor is truly amazing…' Tareef admired the simplicity and beauty of the manor before heading slowly for the gathering ahead.