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Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign

Kevin Reed gained enlightenment at the brink of death, as he sees the one he pledged allegiance to, and some long-time comrades betray him. He closes his eyes one last time thinking, 'If only I had known' Yet against all odds, he finds himself back in time in the body of the fourth prince of the royal family of a soon-to-fall Empire. This is the story of a Knight who uses the machinations of an Empire to take his revenge on all those who betrayed him. A man who uses the knowledge of the future to get the best out of every situation. A man preparing for the coming of the Era of Prodigies and Disaster. But he would have to challenge adversity if he is to bring his ambitions to fruition. So come along on his journey filled with twists and turns, enemies and thorns. As we see the knowledge of the future is used at its best. But no one, not even Ezra, could've predicted just how much Chaos this single irregularity would cause. So join us to witness Ezra, as he rises from humble beginnings, well... maybe not so humble, to becoming a peerless existence. As he rises from the ashes to become a True Sovereign! This is the rise...of the Infinite Sovereign! Discord server: discord.gg/FpBqWR7Pzf ------------------------------------ A/N: This book is written with a pace in relation to the events. It's written in a pace that neither slow enough to cause boredom nor fast enough to cause confusion. It's just right. In this novel, too much is always happening all at once. what do i mean? read to find out. And while this novel's title doesn't seem to have correlation to the story in the beginning. It was titled in regards to events in the long term. ----------------------------------------- WARNING!: Read at least five Chapters before drawing any conclusions ---------------------------------------------- Release Rate: 1ch/day.

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Something's Coming

-A few minutes ago-

"Haa…haa…haa…haa"

Within the fog of dust, Motavu lay with his back to the ground unmoving.

His heaving chest was the only thing that signified that he was still alive, and even that was gradually slowing down.

His body was riddled with numerous cuts and stab wounds. His blood - which had been tainted green - flowed out of his wounds incessantly, bathing his surroundings in the green glow of his poisonous blood.

His body was stained with blood, and Ilyon's sword, along with his torn hand, was standing upright with its edge still embedded in his chest.

Motavu saw no reason to remove it. No, rather, he didn't have the strength to do so.

Motavu - who had already resigned himself to his fate - had a grin on his face as he thought…

'It's done! Hahaha! I did it! That b*stard would always have something to remember me by'

Motavu then paused, before his thoughts continued…

'So…I guess this is it'