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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 Birth of a Conqueror

Basil stood amidst the chaos, his glowing eyes locked on the massive beast before him. The sudden surge of energy coursing through his veins was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His body felt foreign, yet powerful, as if an ancient force had awakened within him.

The beast, sensing the overwhelming aura, hesitated for the first time. It growled, its once confident stance faltering as it tried to resist the pressure.

Nytheria watched from the sidelines, her usual smirk replaced with astonishment. The raw power emanating from Basil wasn't just mana—it was something far greater. She felt it in her very core, a primal force that even she, an ancient dragon, couldn't ignore. This... this is the Dragon's First Authority, she realized.

Basil raised his hand, and the air around him grew heavier. The beast collapsed onto its knees, unable to withstand the weight of his aura. Even Nytheria, standing far from the battlefield, felt the pressure. She instinctively took a step back, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"This authority... It's impossible," she whispered. "For someone so young..."

Basil's voice, deep and commanding, echoed through the forest. "Yield," he said, his words carrying the weight of a sovereign decree. The beast, despite its ferocity, bowed its head in submission, unable to resist the power of the First Authority.

His glowing eyes narrowed as he raised his other hand. "Dragon's Second Authority," he muttered, his voice cold and resolute.

In an instant, a sharp, invisible force shot forward, slicing through the beast's neck. Its massive head fell to the ground with a resounding thud, the light in its eyes extinguished.

Nytheria gasped, her heart pounding. She had witnessed countless battles, but this... this was different. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Basil, who stood amidst the carnage, his body trembling from the exertion.

"This is no ordinary power," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "This is the birth of a conqueror."

The glowing light in Basil's eyes faded as his body gave out. He collapsed onto the ground, unconscious, the toll of using the Dragon Authorities too much for him to bear.

Nytheria approached him, her initial mockery replaced by a newfound respect. She knelt beside him, gently lifting his battered body onto her back.

"You truly are something else," she said softly, glancing at his peaceful, unconscious face. "Maybe you are more than just a Mama's boy after all."

Back at the grand hall of the dragon lands, Nytheria carried Basil in and placed him before his mother, Lady Anarya. The Dragon Queen sat on her throne, her icy gaze falling upon her son with a mix of concern and pride.

"He has satisfied me," Nytheria announced, her voice carrying a rare tone of admiration. "I will accept him as my companion."

Lady Anarya's lips curved into a proud smile. She stood, her commanding presence filling the room. "So, who's son is he?" she asked, her tone teasing yet triumphant.

Nytheria chuckled, shaking her head. "Yours, without a doubt," she admitted. "No ordinary dragon, no ordinary human could do what he just did. He truly is your son, Lady Anarya."

The Dragon Queen stepped forward, placing a hand on Basil's unconscious form. Her eyes softened as she whispered, "Rest now, my son. You've proven yourself today."

The hall echoed with silence, the dragons present bowing their heads in respect for the young conqueror who had earned their acknowledgment.