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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 Dragon's Potential

Basil leaned against the headboard of the bed, his mind clouded with questions. Nytheria stood across the room, arms folded, watching him with her piercing black eyes that seemed to see right through him.

"Alright, kid," Nytheria said with a slight smirk. "Take a look at your core."

Confused, Basil focused inward, delving into his mana core. The sight that greeted him left him speechless. His core glowed with a vibrant, pulsating energy, the intensity unlike anything he had seen before. His mana core had advanced to five stars.

"I'm... five stars?" he whispered in disbelief.

Nytheria nodded, her smirk widening. "Not just that," she said, stepping closer. "Your aura core remains just as formidable. But there's something else... something unique. Do you feel it?"

Basil closed his eyes, focusing on the strange sensation coursing through his body. It was a duality—a ferocious, untamed energy that roared like a dragon's flame, yet beneath it lay a calm, steady rhythm, like a serene lake.

"It's... strange," he said, opening his eyes. "This power... it feels aggressive, wild, but also calm and controlled. I don't understand it."

Nytheria's expression shifted, her teasing demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. "That's the dragon blood within you," she said. "You're not just any human, Basil. You're the son of the mighty Dragon Queen. Her blood runs in your veins. That power you feel? It's the inheritance of her lineage."

Basil stared at her, stunned. "I've always known about my mother's origins, but... I never thought I'd inherit anything like this."

Nytheria walked closer, her gaze intense. "Don't feel insecure about someone else's power," she said firmly. "You have the potential to be the strongest in the world. Stronger than anyone, even your mother."

Basil blinked, the weight of her words sinking in. Then, as if on cue, his trademark cocky grin spread across his face. "Stronger than my mother, huh?" he said, leaning back with a smug expression. "Does that mean I'll also be stronger than you, Nytheria?"

The teasing remark was met with a swift and painful flick to his forehead.

"Ow! What was that for?" Basil exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot.

Nytheria smirked, her teasing tone returning. "Don't get ahead of yourself, brat," she said. "You might have potential, but you're nowhere near strong enough to back up that attitude."

Despite her playful scolding, Nytheria couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes. She had witnessed his raw talent firsthand. He really might become the strongest someday, she thought to herself.

Basil, still nursing his sore forehead, muttered under his breath, "Sheesh, can't even bask in a compliment without getting hit."

Nytheria chuckled. "Consider it a lesson in humility, oh great future conqueror."

Though they exchanged teasing words, Basil couldn't help but feel a growing sense of determination. For the first time, he began to truly believe in his own potential. Whatever lay ahead, he was ready to face it—not as the discarded son of the Eryndor family, but as someone destined for greatness.

The Dragon’s Potential