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Conqueror

Zieglind Reysh, corporate slave. Spent all his years studying materials he didn't need. Graduated college with a Historian diploma. But all of that were useless since he got a desk job selling stocks. Then one day, he heard a voice that no one can hear. The voice promises him a restart on his life. The conditions is, DEATH. He knew he was talking to a god of death. Will Zieglind accept this offer? Maybe yes, maybe no. But he realized that he accomplished nothing in the span of 20 years of his life. If he can be a new person then he'll choose one thing more than anything. A conqueror of the new world.

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Chapter 81 - First War of the Crimson Order

I looked down on the battlefield. Just looking at it, their army is intimidating. Twice or msybe thrice our numbers.

"Goodafternoon King Zieglind. To put it bluntly... We're after your kingdom. Would you just give it up for some needless bloodshed?"

"I decline." I said as I was broadcasting myself when I'm currently at the strategic room.

"Hey, hey... You just became a king and created a new alliance. Is the power getting to your head? I repeat. Surrunder or die." The fat noble smirked as if he already won.

These bastards... Attacking a newly founded kingdom and alliance... pure scum. "You just don't get it do you? I should be the one saying that to you."

Veins popped out of his head. "The arrogance..." He tried to calm himself but his veiny head and he's turning red doesn't reflect what he was saying. "If war is what you seek, then I shall give it." He turned around to his soldiers. "SOLDIERS, CHARGE!"

His soldiers roared a large battlecry intimidating Afal's soldiers.