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In a world where kingdoms rise and fall, a seasoned player unexpectedly finds himself transmigrated into the very game he once mastered—Caldera. However, his new life as a ruler comes with a crushing twist: severe debuffs and harsh restrictions on his talents make survival nearly impossible. Against overwhelming odds, he fights tooth and nail to carve out a legacy. Despite his brilliance in strategy and marvels in combat, failure becomes his ultimate fate.

But fate offers him another chance.

Reborn at the start of the game, now without the crippling debuffs and armed with all the knowledge, experience, and hard-won lessons of his previous life, he faces the world anew.

This novel is a bit fast-paced compared to current mainstream trends. It will delve into human nature and how far people are willing to go for meager profit. Most characters will be evil, and even the good ones only appear good because the actions they take align with their own interests, rather than being motivated by true goodness.

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Lord of Caldera

Using Isaac as a scapegoat was already heinous, but Christoph's exploitation of the hybrid's lineage for personal gain was even more reprehensible.

"This must be reported to the church immediately!" Lydia declared.

"Wait," Sylas interjected. "What about him?" He gestured toward Isaac.

"If he's a demon hybrid, then of course…" Lydia trailed off, faltering when Isaac clung to the bars, tears streaming down his face.

"Please, spare me, Saint! I've never even met the ancestor who passed down this cursed blood! It's unfair to die for something I had no choice in!" Isaac pleaded, his desperation genuine.

"I agree with him," Sylas said. "His bloodline has diluted over centuries. He reacts only mildly to holy water—he could probably bathe in it if he wanted. Doesn't that make him more human than demon?"

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