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Rebirth System: Blood and Ash

Aric Valerian, the fourth prince of the Valerian Empire, bears many titles: The Forgotten Prince, The Whore's Child, The King's Bastard—names that have been spoken more than his own. Born with a crippling illness and devoid of mana or ki, Aric was a disgrace, scorned by his family and the court. But when the gods cured him and gifted him the strength to fight, Aric dared to hope. He sought glory in battle, only to be betrayed by his brother and sent to die in a hopeless war. In his final moments, as death closed in, a mysterious text appeared before him… [Would you like to change your fate?] After being given another chance, Aric embarks on a ruthless journey to claim absolute sovereignty. [Ki Circulation Mastered: Strength +10] [System Upgrade: Advanced tactical planning unlocked] [Hidden Fortress Established: Stronghold security +15%] The forgotten prince claws his way through the treacherous landscape of imperial politics, he is forced to make impossible choices, each decision pushing him further down a path soaked in blood. He learns that true power demands sacrifice, and the price of vengeance may be his soul. ------------------ This book contains dark themes and depictions. The mc is a ruthless cynic, and is closer to being a villain than he is a hero. Main themes: Politics, Kingdom building, strategy, war

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The dust swirled around him, drawn into a vortex of his ki. The very air crackled with the violent clash of energies as Zarot channeled everything he had left into one final technique.

"Wrath of the Colossus!" he bellowed, his voice hoarse, filled with a mixture of pain and anger.

The ground beneath Alan's feet trembled as massive pillars of earth erupted from the arena floor, shooting toward him like the claws of a great beast. Each pillar was imbued with Zarot's ki, making them shriek with an eerie, destructive energy. 

The crowd gasped, recoiling as they felt the intense power radiating from Zarot's attack. Even the hardened warriors in the stands shifted uneasily, recognizing the sheer force behind the move.

But Alan didn't flinch.