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Kingdom's Bloodline

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? Thales did not have the answer. He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. But Thales had nothing. The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.” Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Masterless Sword · Fantasía
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Chapter 246: Incorrigible

"Zombies! What are you doing here?"

In the foul and damp sewer, holding an Everlasting Lamp and pinching his nose with no place to step, D.D looked on in shock at the burly figure sitting by the broken wooden table, shouting out loud.

Golov glanced at D.D, silently took off his weapon, and snatched a duck leg from the food bag that D.D had brought with him.

In every corner of the sewer, members of the Star Lake Guard summoned to accompany the prince, while holding Everlasting Lamps to conduct security checks ("What's unsafe about this crappy place besides cockroaches, spiders, rats, darkness, dirt, stench and urine?" —— Nishe, with a look of disgust, squatting by the pool and stirring the sewage with his nose pinched), were all amazed as they surveyed this sunless place, marveling that His Highness, usually so meek and unimpressive, had this trick up his sleeve at a crucial moment.

On the other side of the tunnel, a person sat up from a straw mat, making a disgruntled hum.