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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.

Bored_Author · Fantasia
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Time passed away in a blink and it was now time for Sage Chanakya's training.

Ashoka who rested enough in break started to stride towards their usual training spot.

As Sage Chanakya who was the prime minister and also the master of the Tower of Wisdom was incredibly busy, he could only spend an hour on Ashoka's training every day but even that was considered as extreme leverage.

But apparently, Ashoka was not so happy about the training...

Sage Chanakya's training was… pure drudgery, even for a training maniac like Ashoka.

'Even princes and apprentice mages who envy me for receiving his guidance would immediately change their minds if they were in my shoes.'

Ashoka smiled bitterly in his heart before looking up at Sage Chanakya.

"My dearest apprentice."

"Yes, Master?"

"Today's training will be the same as yesterday."

Time passed away in a blink and it was now time for Sage Chanakya's training.