After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
"Lord Asher," One of them spoke. His voice thundered as it fell into Asher's ears.
Thud!
All 10 of them in the courtyard fell on one knee. They wore thick, thick breastplates, had huge layered pauldrons, and had a fur-made battle skirt above their black pants. Their steel boots glimmered softly as all of them lowered their heads.
The difference between these men and the other soldiers was that their armor didn't cover their bodies and because of that, he could see their muscles, which were like actual brass! Their streamlined muscles were packed with so much power that he knew a punch from one of them would endanger gold-ranked knights.
This was because these men had transformed their bodies into weapons of war. They had no need for Battle Force as they fortified their bodies with an ancient technique that forges the body!