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Reborn as a Banished Noble

In the imperial capital, the once-noble house of Igor falls into disgrace when Lord Vincent Igor is convicted of leading a failed rebellion against the crown. His only son, Elliot Igor, is stripped of title, lands, and wealth, and sentenced to exile in the perilous wastelands of the south. a barren wasteland teeming with bandits from the Federation, demons, and displaced humans. Elliot who was suffering of prolonged illness just a few days after leaving the capital, was reborn with a soul of another person from earth 'Oliver' due to a spell gone wrong, in summoning outer god. Oliver who was now thrust in to this dangerous world had to do everything to reclaim his honor and avenge Igor family's downfall, discovers ancient texts about necromancy among his hidden possessions during his journey to exile. With nothing left to lose, He delves deep into the forbidden arts, seeking the power to raise and command the dead with the blessings of the Death God. Under the pale moonlight, he successfully revives his loyal Knight and guards who perished at the hands of a zombie horde, creating a undead army bound to his will. As Oliver now Elliot masters his newfound abilities, news of his dark powers spreads across the land, reaching the ears of the crown and rival exiles alike. A complex game of power ensues, as various factions either seek to harness or destroy Elliot’s necromantic forces. #Zombie #Kingdombuilding #LORD # MedievalFantasy

Rqmk · Fantaisie
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161 Chs

Day of Liberation!

Elliot, gripping a crowbar, paced methodically across the room with deliberate, squared steps. His shadow loomed large in the flickering torchlight, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the village hall.

Karen Lepage, the village chief, was pinned to the ground, struggling against the cold grip of two skeletal soldiers. These weren't ordinary minions; under Elliot's telepathic command, they employed precise joint-locking techniques to restrain her. Despite her frantic attempts to free herself, Karen's efforts were futile, merely causing her to twist helplessly on the plush carpet. Tears streamed from her large lavender eyes, tracing paths of humiliation down her cheeks and darkening the wolf fur beneath her.

A mix of hatred, despair, and defiance blazed in Karen's gaze, her emotions swirling chaotically as if teetering on the brink of madness.