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Basil Eryndor, the infamous eldest son of the most powerful family in the realm, is known for his arrogance, sharp tongue, and scandalous reputation. But when a hardcore gamer wakes up in Basil's body, he realizes the stakes are higher than any game he's ever played.

Armed with his deep knowledge of this brutal world—where power lies in mastering both Aura and Mana cores—and the memories of Basil’s dark past, the transmigrated gamer vows to change his destiny. Yet, it’s not just the world that doubts him; his own family, servants, and the woman forced to marry him all see him as irredeemable.

As Basil navigates battles, political intrigues, and unexpected alliances, his cunning and strength prove that there’s more to him than meets the eye. Beneath the layers of pride and arrogance lies a man who is ruthless in protecting those he cherishes—and determined to carve his own legend.

Will Basil's newfound resolve turn the tide of his cursed reputation? Or will the sins of his past drag him down into the abyss?

Step into a world of swords and sorcery, love and betrayal, as a flawed hero fights to conquer his fate.

Cursed To Conquer

The sun rose gently over the sprawling Eryndor estate, its light filtering through the grand windows and painting the corridors with a warm golden hue. Basil stood on the balcony of his private chamber, gazing at the estate's gardens below. The previous night's events still lingered in his mind, yet he felt a strange sense of calm as the day unfolded.

His musings were interrupted by the sound of soft, deliberate footsteps. He turned to find Aurelia, his second sister and the eldest daughter of Lady Aurelia, standing in the doorway. Her serene presence was a stark contrast to the more exuberant personalities in the family. Dressed in a flowing green gown that mirrored her affinity for nature, she carried a small basket filled with herbs.

"Good morning, Basil," Aurelia greeted, her voice as soothing as the morning breeze. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

Basil smiled faintly. "You rarely disturb anyone, Aurelia. Come in."

She stepped onto the balcony, setting the basket down on a small table. "I thought I'd find you here. You've always liked this view."

"It's the only place where the noise of the household doesn't reach," Basil replied, his tone laced with amusement. "Not that I mind it most days."

Aurelia chuckled softly. "The noise means life. But I can understand why you'd seek moments of peace, especially after everything that's happened."

Basil's gaze shifted to her, curiosity piqued. "You've come with more than herbs this morning, haven't you?"

She met his eyes, her expression thoughtful. "I wanted to talk to you. About Lira, and about you."

"Ah, the marriage," Basil said, leaning against the balcony railing. "I suppose everyone has an opinion."

Aurelia's smile was gentle. "Not an opinion, Basil. A perspective. I've watched you for years, hiding your true self behind arrogance and distance. But last night, I saw a glimpse of something real. Something... vulnerable."

Basil's eyes narrowed slightly, though there was no malice in his tone. "Vulnerable? That's not a word often associated with me."

"Perhaps not," Aurelia admitted, "but it's there. And it's not a weakness, Basil. It's what makes you human, despite the dragon blood running through your veins."

He exhaled, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "You've always had a way with words, Aurelia. But what is it you're really trying to say?"

She picked up a sprig of lavender from her basket, twirling it between her fingers as she spoke. "You've taken a step toward opening your heart, Basil. Lira has always seen the best in you, even when you couldn't see it yourself. Don't let fear or pride ruin that."

Basil's gaze softened as he looked out over the gardens. "You make it sound simple. But you know as well as I do, nothing in this family is ever simple."

Aurelia placed a hand on his arm, her touch light but reassuring. "Nothing worth having ever is. But you're not alone in this, Basil. We may not always see eye to eye, but I'm here for you. We all are, in our own ways."

Her words lingered in the air, a reminder of the familial bond that persisted despite the complexities of their lives. Basil nodded slowly, a rare moment of gratitude flickering in his expression.

"Thank you, Aurelia," he said, his voice quieter than before. "You always know what to say."

She smiled, picking up her basket. "That's because I've spent years listening. Perhaps you should try it more often."

Basil chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'll consider it."

As Aurelia turned to leave, she paused at the doorway. "One more thing, Basil. Don't be afraid to let people in. You might be surprised by how much stronger it makes you."

He watched her go, her words echoing in his mind. For all his strength and pride, Basil knew there was truth in what Aurelia had said. And as he stood there, the golden light of the morning bathing the estate, he resolved to face the challenges ahead with a little more openness—and perhaps, just a little less arrogance.

A Sibling Bond