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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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The day dawned and the son rose in the sky driving away the darkness.

Ashoka along with Hema who had accompanied him to the Tower of Wisdom was ready to set off to the capital.

"The preparations are complete, young master"

"Hmm...I will say farewells to the master before we depart, make sure to pack everything we need"

Ashoka wanted to meet Sage Chanakya once before he left for the capital since he didn't know when he would get the chance to see him again.

"Yes, young master"

Hema replied faithfully and began to load the things to the carriage with the help of some maids of Tower.

Walking along the corridor of the tower, Ashoka was the remainder of many fond memories.

It has been 4 years.

And there were thousands of memories he had made in the meantime.

The repetitive daily training he had with the knight cadets and Sage Chanakya.

The spars he had with knight Karguel.