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Steel Tyrant: Sovereign of the WarForged Imperium

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Upload both wattpad and webnovel “Summoned to another world, Jack was meant to be a hero. Instead, he forged an empire.” In a world ruled by knights, magic, and divine warriors, Jack refuses to follow tradition. Armed with advanced technology, military strategy, and unyielding ambition, he builds The Celestial Imperium—a nation where progress surpasses prophecy, and power is forged through innovation. But the world does not welcome change. The Holy Kingdom fears his rise. Demon warlords lurk in the shadows. Ancient factions scheme against him. As enemies close in and war erupts, Jack faces one undeniable truth: To survive, his empire must dominate—or be destroyed. Published Jan 20 2025 Old title: The Exiled Sovereign: A world of Heroes and Machine Please reach out if you have any suggestion or comment.

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Chapter 1Chapter 1: A New Dawn, A Divided Path

Chapter 1: A New Dawn, A Divided Path

The classroom was alive with its usual noise: students whispering, pens tapping, the low hum of the air conditioner. Jack Lawson sat in the back corner, head propped on his hand as he half-listened to Mr. Harper's lecture about trigonometry. He liked the quiet in the back, away from the lively discussions of his classmates. It wasn't that Jack hated people—he just never fit in. Ryan Kessler, the charismatic class president, practically radiated leadership. Derek Hart, the track star, was always the center of attention. Jack? He was just the guy in the corner.

But everything changed in an instant.

The ground trembled. A golden light burst across the floor, forming a massive glowing circle. Runes swirled and pulsed with a rhythm that made the air vibrate. Jack's head snapped up, heart racing.

"What's going on?!" one of the girls shrieked.

"Everyone stay calm!" Mr. Harper shouted, though the panic in his voice betrayed him.

The golden circle expanded, its glow swallowing the walls, desks, and windows until nothing but light remained. Jack's ears were filled with a deep hum, and then—everything went silent. The world seemed to collapse in on itself, and Jack felt his body pulled by an invisible force, as though reality itself had unraveled.

Jack woke up sprawled on a patch of dirt, the earthy scent of damp grass filling his nose. He groaned, rolling onto his back, and blinked up at the endless blue sky. For a moment, he thought he'd been knocked unconscious in gym class, but the distant sound of birds and the soft breeze on his face told him this was no schoolyard.

He pushed himself to his feet, scanning his surroundings. Tall, jagged cliffs loomed in the distance, and endless plains stretched before him. The air felt heavy, charged with energy. It was both foreign and oddly familiar.

"What the hell..." Jack muttered. His voice was the only sound, and that was what scared him the most. He was alone.

Suddenly, a soft chime echoed in his mind. A glowing blue interface appeared before him, translucent and flickering slightly.

[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]

Welcome, Administrator. You have been chosen as the Bearer of the Forge System. Your task: Build, Expand, Conquer.

Jack's eyes widened, his heart racing as lines of text scrolled across the screen. It was like something out of a game.

Unique Trait Unlocked: Tech Sovereign

You possess the ability to summon and construct advanced technological infrastructure, units, and weapons. Your actions will shape the world. Progress carefully.

Starting Resources: Basic Fabricator, 500 Units of Metal, 300 Units of Energy.

Jack stared at the text, his mind racing. Was this real? It felt too vivid to be a dream, but the idea of having some kind of system was absurd. He shook his head and focused. Panic wasn't going to help.

"Alright... let's see what this thing can do," Jack muttered, opening the build menu.

Meanwhile, in the Holy Kingdom of Elarion...

Ryan Kessler opened his eyes to a dazzling sight: a grand hall with marble floors and towering columns. Golden light streamed through stained glass windows, casting shimmering colors on the floor. Around him, his classmates stirred, groaning and mumbling as they came to.

"What... where are we?" Sarah, the shy girl from the front row, whispered, her voice trembling.

Ryan stood, his legs unsteady. "Everyone stay together. Don't panic," he said, though his own heart was pounding. He scanned the room. Mr. Harper was there, looking just as bewildered as the students. That was some relief.

At the far end of the hall, a throne sat atop a dais, and on it sat a king. Clad in gilded armor, his stern face radiated authority. Beside him stood a robed woman whose very presence exuded magic.

"Welcome, Heroes of Another World," the king said, his voice deep and commanding. "You have been summoned to save Elarion from the forces of darkness."

Ryan blinked, unsure he'd heard correctly. "Heroes? Us? What are you talking about?"

The robed woman stepped forward, her voice calm yet powerful. "This world is on the brink of destruction. The Demon King's armies march upon us, and the gods have chosen you as our saviors. Each of you has been blessed with divine power."

A murmur spread through the group. Derek, ever the skeptic, crossed his arms. "Divine power? You expect us to believe that?"

Before the woman could answer, golden orbs descended from the ceiling, hovering over each student. Warmth flooded Ryan's chest as one of the orbs enveloped him. He felt a surge of energy unlike anything he'd ever experienced. When the light faded, he found himself holding a sword. Its blade glowed faintly, etched with intricate runes.

"What the..." Derek muttered, staring at a pair of gauntlets that had materialized on his hands. "This can't be real."

The students looked around at each other, each holding a weapon or artifact unique to them. Sarah clutched a staff, its tip glowing with a soft green light. Even Mr. Harper held a shield, though he seemed more horrified than awed.

Ryan turned back to the king. "You said we were summoned to fight. Fight what?"

The king's face darkened. "The Demon King's forces. They threaten to plunge Elarion into chaos. You, the Hero Party, are our last hope. But be warned—this world is not united. There are factions who seek their own gain, and they will not welcome you."

Ryan nodded, his grip tightening on his sword. "Understood."

Sarah stepped forward, her voice shaky. "But... what if we don't want to fight? We didn't ask for this."

The robed woman's gaze softened. "I understand your fear, but the gods have chosen you. This is your destiny."

"That's easy for you to say," Derek snapped. "You weren't ripped out of your life and thrown into some medieval warzone."

"Enough," Ryan said sharply, his tone silencing the group. "We can argue later. Right now, we need to figure out what's going on and how we're going to survive."

The others fell silent, though the tension was palpable. Mr. Harper finally spoke, his voice low. "Ryan's right. Whether we like it or not, we're here. Let's focus on staying alive."

Back in the Wilderness...

Jack watched as his Basic Fabricator hummed to life, its sleek design glowing faintly as it began constructing a scout drone. The small, spider-like machine emerged, its blue eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Scout the area," Jack commanded, his voice steady despite his nerves. The drone scuttled into the grass, disappearing into the distance.

Jack exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He had no idea where he was, or why this system had chosen him. But one thing was clear: he wasn't in the same place as his classmates. He was on his own.

"Heroes, huh?" Jack muttered, staring at the horizon. "Guess I didn't make the cut."

But as he gazed at the fabricator, an idea began to form. He didn't need divine blessings or holy weapons. He had something better—something that could change everything.

"I'll start small," he said, determination hardening his voice. "A base. A foundation. From there... I'll build something they can't ignore."

Far away, his classmates were hailed as heroes, thrust into the center of a world on the brink of war. But Jack wasn't a hero. He was something else entirely.

And in the end, they'd all learn the true meaning of power.

End of Chapter 1

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