Aric Valerian, the fourth prince of the Valerian Empire, bears many titles: The Forgotten Prince, The Whore's Child, The King's Bastard—names that have been spoken more than his own. Born with a crippling illness and devoid of mana or ki, Aric was a disgrace, scorned by his family and the court. But when the gods cured him and gifted him the strength to fight, Aric dared to hope. He sought glory in battle, only to be betrayed by his brother and sent to die in a hopeless war. In his final moments, as death closed in, a mysterious text appeared before him… [Would you like to change your fate?] After being given another chance, Aric embarks on a ruthless journey to claim absolute sovereignty. [Ki Circulation Mastered: Strength +10] [System Upgrade: Advanced tactical planning unlocked] [Hidden Fortress Established: Stronghold security +15%] The forgotten prince claws his way through the treacherous landscape of imperial politics, he is forced to make impossible choices, each decision pushing him further down a path soaked in blood. He learns that true power demands sacrifice, and the price of vengeance may be his soul. ------------------ This book contains dark themes and depictions. The mc is a ruthless cynic, and is closer to being a villain than he is a hero. Main themes: Politics, Kingdom building, strategy, war
The entire throne room fell into a void of utter silence. In it, even the drop of a pin would seem ear-shatteringly loud. Each and every person present tensed up, and all the guards were like coiled vipers, ready to attack at a single command.
Aric's words were, well, heavy to say the least, but his audacity was even far more profound. He had walked into the palace alone and accused a king in front of his court of planning treason and rebellion.
[Conquest notification]
[The Lord of Meisterfort is shocked by your actions.]
[The Countess of Lorin is afraid | Susceptibility increased by 5%.]
[The third Royal Guard has become wary of you | Danger increased by 5%.]
[The King of Byzeth is intrigued by your actions.]
A flurry of panels began to materialize and surround Aric.
Aszer leaned back in his throne, his head leaning to the side on his left hand as he regarded the fourth prince with a blank expression.