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Supreme Ruler: Reincarnated as the Emperor's Bastard Son

“Remember this, Ashoka. The Right to the throne belongs to the strong. The strong own everything, including the lives of others” The Sage of Wisdom, Chanakya said as he handed a wooden sword to Ashoka. Murdering his father for reasons unbeknown and being judged to death by the law at the early age of 21, Ashoka closed his eyes with a smile in his previous life. But what he didn’t expect was that he would find himself in the body of an infant after his death, and not just any infant but the bastard son of the Emperor of the Great Mauryan Empire. Growing up in a completely new world where the common sense of Earth didn't work, Ashoka decides to lead this life peacefully. But in the situation where his brothers and sisters were constantly at his throat, and the fight for the throne was ever so intense, can he really do that? In this world of sword and Magic, where Sword masters roam and Great Magicians run wild, the tale of the Emperor’s bastard son toward the path of the Supreme Ruler is about to begin! Follow him as he encounters the trials and variables in these unknown lands…. ___________________________ Discord link - https://discord.gg/DkY79kvMmx The cover image doesn't belong to me, leave a comment for credits or if want it removed.

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Continuous spar

"Please get ready, Young Master."

It was finally time for Ashoka to join in for the fun.

"Alright."

As Karguel instructed him to get ready, Ashoka took out his wooden sword and get onto the sparring field. 

As he stood at the center of the training ground, the eyes of the trainees shone.

Ashoka, the youngest prince of the empire, the one who was known as a monstrous genius and an extremely skilled monster.

According to the trainees, being able to witness Ashoka's skills was the highlight of the sparring sessions.

"Garam, Sista, David, Marina… You will be facing Young Master Ashoka in that order."

Ashoka grabbed his wooden sword and faced his first opponent.

'Hm, so I need to defeat ten cadets.'

His highest score so far was eight.

By increasing that number by two, he was thinking of breaking his own limit.