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Kingdom's Bloodline

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? Thales did not have the answer. He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. But Thales had nothing. The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.” Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Masterless Sword · Fantasy
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585 Chs

A Bargaining Chip You Cannot Refuse

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Thales stared at the black ring with an unpleasant expression—the Emperor of Poison's 'Triumph'. He did not know what to feel about this.

'That battle filled with so many changes with a twist at the end, and which could be said to be the battle that affects the fate of two countries actually...'

A few seconds later, he said with some difficulty, "So… is this how you…'triumphed' in the duel?"

King Nuven smiled slightly, his eyes showing a hint of sly pleasure.

"You're right. After all, it concerns such a large kingdom. What if there was an accident?" He repeated what Thales had said a while ago.

Thales' mind was a mess.

The elderly yet heroic and brave image of Nuven the Seventh that Thales had in his heart from the duel just now…

...was completely shattered.

It was replaced by the image of a shrewd and crafty old king, rotating his ring beneath the long table.