webnovel

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
Sin suficientes valoraciones
585 Chs

Really Bad Luck (Two)

Traductor: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Aida shook her head. She gazed at Kaslan intently as if to find an answer.

She did not understand.

However, Kaslan did not let her wait for long.

"Many years ago, I killed Xyra Darkstorm at Thirty-Eighth Sentry Ground…" The old man with white hair gradually opened his mouth to answer Aida's questions.

"He struck me in the chest with an axe before he died." Kaslan stroked his left chest. With a complex expression, he looked at the machete by his side, and then at the Soul Slayer Pike. He sighed. "Who knows how many ribs were shattered… At that time, I was already awaiting death."

Aida's complexion changed.

"That day, a mad military doctor called Ramon and a dwarf artisan with an exceptionally long name… snatched me back from the hands of the ferryman on Hell's River with a bit of luck, trickery and creativity of either a genius or a madman."

Kaslan laughed bitterly and hit his chest.

*Clank! Clank!*