The Heart System - Chapter 424

Prince Kaelen Verath is a royal disgrace—a “good-for-nothing” heir who drowns his shame in wine and brothels.But when traitors slaughter his family and reduce his kingdom to ashes, Kaelen’s desperate pact with the Voidwell, an ancient power that consumes souls, grants him unimaginable strength… and hollows him into a monster.Death offers no escape.He becomes a regressed prince who once watched his kingdom and family burn, only to fail in avenging them without losing himself.Now given a second chance, he refuses to settle for mere survival or revenge—this time, he wants everything.Every empire, every kingdom… all under his control.But with every soul he consumes and every ounce of power he gains, a piece of his humanity is lost.How will he balance power and control?Can he become a supreme ruler and still remain himself?What is the cost of Absolute Sovereignty?————Send Powerstones for a guaranteed mass release!

The skies cried blood, lightning tore open reality in colors that had no name, thunder rumbled shaking the very Earth as 'something' arrived. On the night of a cosmic phenomenon and due to powers beyond mortal understanding... Ash's life ended while he slept. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer the same Ash.Reborn as Ash Solace, inside of a novel he had read just hours before he fell asleep. The shunned and talentless prince of a lowly kingdom, he quickly realizes something. He was living the life of a third-rate villain who dies within the first 75 chapters of the novel.However, not all hope was lost. Because due to a Karmic Debt, he was transmigrated with an insane starter kit.Ten impossible draws.Ten forbidden powers.Overnight, Ash rises from nothing to god-tier—and the world will burn or bow before the prince it once forgot.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

More than ten years later, this sentence gradually spread in Elbaf Continent:

Never use magic to deal with tyrants, because you will find that he will return your spells to you thousands of times after being strengthened by countless magic specialties.

This is the story of a dragon-shaped self-propelled fort that keeps doing things in another world.

There is nothing that one magic can’t fix. If there is, then there are more. ——Izawa

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