TofSpades

*All Characters, Notions, and Themes are a work of fiction*

In a world governed by physical power, strength, and Magical Ability, James finds himself at the top of the hierarchy with everything a man could ask for Money, Prestige, Political Power, and Freedom.

Unfortunately, his perfect reign doesn’t last long and an unexpected event causes him to be transmigrated into a new world through a pitiful death. 

James is reborn into a realm of supremacy and struggle, where each world is its own pillar, lifting up the central station of magic… The upper realm. 7 Monarchs, 7 Seats, and a Tournament of Power - a competition worth everything. 

Does he have what it takes to occupy all the seats and have all the worlds at the palm of his hands? Or will he be held back by revenge, lust, and death?

Follow James on his new journey, to once again reach the top of the food chain and become the Strongest Sovereign...

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A/N:
The first couple of chapters aren't the greatest due to my lack of experience when I first started writing, this caused the pacing and planning of the first few chaps to be flawed. Therefore, some readers may be disinterested to read after this point but I strongly do urge you to carry on reading. After the time skip, the Story, Plot, and characters, all get better and become much more fledged out. 

Enjoy Reading!

How I Became the Strongest Sovereign

I made sure to wake up early and prepare all my things. I put on black trousers and a black turtleneck that my mother had knit me; most of the clothes of this world weren't that modern, so I drew up designs for my mother to make. She had a great talent for knitting and stitching etc.

Maybe I could even start a retail business in the future with her help and copyright all my ideas as an invention.

I slid my dimension rings on and wore my navy blue hunter's Trench coat. I looked in the mirror and ruffled my hair; I got a haircut not too long ago.

"Jace, get up!" I shoved Jace's shoulder.

He gave a couple whines and made strange noises but refused to get up from his bed. This guy, I shook my head.

I had to use my last resort. I faintly wrapped my hand in ice mana and put my hand under his shirt and let the cold touch his bare back.

Journey to the East [1]