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Ruler of Iron and Flesh

Inian shook his head, "I know I couldn't. It's a rush, but I couldn't stay in constant danger for my entire life. I know that I can survive and be fine with you at my side, but eventually, I will need a quiet job." Marc sighed, "I get it. I think that I may want to do this for the rest of my life. It's great money, fun, and I get to fly around on a ship! I had just hoped maybe hoped that you would enjoy this as much as I did, and we could stay doing this for the rest of our lives." When his friend joins a mercenary group, Inian has only one choice: to go with him. With nations at war fighting for land that giant monsters roam, Inian must find his place in the world. Hearing an echo of a voice saying that he is destined to rule with enormous power, what will he do with this knowledge? Will he protect himself and his family while keeping the peace? Or will he destroy the world instead? Will his son, Alaric face the same questions? Follow them on their journey and watch as one becomes the Ruler of Iron and Flesh!

Cythraul · Guerra
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185 Chs

Training The Prince

Alaric and Burt were standing in the middle of the mini arena that is for the bright coin fights and classes. It was midnight, and Alaric could feel the chill of the cold night on his skin.

Standing with them was an old model one automaton. It was standing still, waiting for orders.

"I need to teach you how to use your abilities fast." Burt said.

Alaric was fidgeting with his hands and stepping on one foot to the other.

"Hey Burt, why did you bring an automaton out with us?"

Burt raised an eyebrow, "I thought that would be obvious; I'm going to make it fight you."

Alaric's eyes widened, "wait, that's a killing machine! It's equivalent to a version two exosuit. How in the world do you expect me to fight that?"