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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 language of warriors.

The Byzeth soldiers, or what was left of them after the bloody battle, began to shift uneasily as they watched the tension build between Aric and Yrsa. 

They glanced at each other, nervous, unsure of what was unfolding before them. Their faces were pale, cold, but the fear in their eyes had nothing to do with the biting northern wind. Meanwhile, the Northrender legionaries stood resolute, their bodies rigid and their eyes locked on the prince. 

They were always ready for battle, and today was no different. They wouldn't hesitate to strike at a moment's notice.

Between Aric and Yrsa, a silence fell. It was scraping, heavy, filled with the kind of tension that could ignite the air. Yrsa's eyes burned with fury, her body tense as her mind raced, weighing her next move. 

Aric knew the Northrenders would not tolerate any perceived betrayal or insult to them. He could lose his life in an instant if things went wrong, but that didn't bother him.