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Kevin Reed gained enlightenment at the brink of death, as he sees the one he pledged allegiance to, and some long-time comrades betray him.

He closes his eyes one last time thinking, 'If only I had known' 

Yet against all odds, he finds himself back in time in the body of the fourth prince of the royal family of a soon-to-fall Empire.

This is the story of a Knight who uses the machinations of an Empire to take his revenge on all those who betrayed him.

A man who uses the knowledge of the future to get the best out of every situation.

A man preparing for the coming of the Era of Prodigies and Disaster.

But he would have to challenge adversity if he is to bring his ambitions to fruition.

So come along on his journey filled with twists and turns, enemies and thorns. 

As we see the knowledge of the future is used at its best.

But no one, not even Ezra, could've predicted just how much Chaos this single irregularity would cause.

So join us to witness Ezra, as he rises from humble beginnings, well... maybe not so humble, to becoming a peerless existence.

As he rises from the ashes to become a True Sovereign!

This is the rise...of the Infinite Sovereign!

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A/N: This book is written with a pace in relation to the events.

It's written in a pace that neither slow enough to cause boredom nor fast enough to cause confusion.

It's just right.

In this novel, too much is always happening all at once. what do i mean? read to find out.

And while this novel's title doesn't seem to have correlation to the story in the beginning.

It was titled in regards to events in the long term. 

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WARNING!: Read at least five Chapters before drawing any conclusions

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Release Rate: 1ch/day.

Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign

Under the sun's scorching gaze, Ezra reached the wall, close enough to make out bold ink writings.


Certainly not a language he knew beforehand, Ezra understood its meaning like he did.


Town of Strow it said, or better yet, Strow Town.


Evident with the two Caucasian males posted on both sides, one with a spear, the other with fisted knuckles, both in long brown baggy breeches and sleeveless shirts that had them bare-chested.


The conversation died the moment he came into view as the guards stood apart, avoiding him like a plague.


And while his eyes were fixed on the door, Ezra could feel their gaze burrowing into his back.


Pushing the gate open was a hearty task for the boy, but he dared not ask for help.


A gruelling two minutes later, the door moved enough for him to slip through, and the boy went through in haste.


Levin