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One day, Alexander found himself in the middle of the woods. To survive, he used his little knowledge about camping and wildlife, but he was not alone in this journey. Soon, he discovered something he had always wanted—a system. Not just any system, but one that not only gave him buffs but also strengthened his entire territory.

This discovery opened Alexander's eyes. He thought to himself, "Right, I reincarnated. I should be the lead!" But things weren't that easy. It took him and his companions months to finally stand on their feet, but after countless struggles and hard work, Emberhold was created—a city that would surely become the center of the world in all aspects: culture, technology, industry, and power... or would it?

Follow along as Alexander fights nobles, bandits, pirates, and much more just to survive in the barren lands of the frontier.

Hello, everyone! I just want to clarify something, this story is something I have always wanted to create. I actually tried once before and received a lot of engagement, but unfortunately, system stories especially ones like this are so hard to keep track of with all the buffs and whatnots. So I’ll be upfront with you this story is generated by AI.

I recently bought the plus version of an AI chatbot just to make myself stories that I have in my brain for a long time but never the energy to write them. I did those just to take myself out of boredom and realized that AI writes stories to my taste at least. That’s when I decided to publish it. Although this story is AI-generated, I do spend time checking everything to make sure it's in place and fixing any mistakes the AI makes, so I’m not entirely lazy XD haha. Without AI, this would be much harder, messier, and confusing for both you and me. Now, I have the mental capacity to check previous chapters for mistakes. Oh yeah, this book got rejected for a contracted so it will be entirely free, I will countinue it just with the same passion as before.

Also, this won’t be the only story I write! I already have a solid plan for another story without a system and therefore without AI. I’ll be writing that one fully myself (I will only be asking god gpt for spelling mistakes), so stay tuned! Let me give you guys a hint: how do you feel about modern-day clashing with a medieval fantasy world??

Well, that’s all for now! Hopefully, you’ll enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy reading it along with you guys lol.

Tale of Conquerors

The wind carried the scent of smoke and steel over Emberhold. The Baron had yet to move, but Alexander could feel it—the calm before the storm.

After their raids, Emberhold's people moved with a sense of urgency, reinforcing the walls, sharpening blades, and preparing for the retaliation that was sure to come. They knew it wasn't over. It had only just begun.

Standing atop the watchtower, Alexander surveyed the growing settlement. The wooden walls had been reinforced with sharpened stakes, additional trenches were dug, and new watch posts lined the perimeter. Emberhold was no longer just a village. It was a fortress in the making.

Tyrell joined him, resting his spear against the railing. "You think he's waiting to starve us out again?"

Alexander shook his head. "No. That was the plan before we struck back. He won't make the same mistake twice."

Tyrell grunted. "Then he'll come at us head-on. Just like last time."

Below them, Elias drilled a group of fighters, barking orders as they practiced formations. Gareth oversaw the forging of new weapons, hammers ringing against iron as makeshift swords and spearheads were fashioned from whatever scrap metal they had left.

Silas approached from the side, arms crossed. "Scouts reported movement near the Baron's forward camp. His forces are preparing. They've pulled men from nearby villages. Mercenaries too."

Alexander exhaled. "He's building his numbers."

Silas nodded. "And he's not coming for another skirmish. This time, he's coming to end us."

The Baron's March

Far beyond Emberhold, Baron Lucius Valtor stood among his assembled army. His forces had swelled in size—over two hundred strong now. The fresh recruits, drawn by gold and promises of land, lined the road leading toward Emberhold.

Darius stood at his side, his eyes scanning the ranks. "They're ready to move."

The Baron smirked. "Good. Then let's remind them what true power looks like."

A large battering ram had been constructed—a monstrous thing of reinforced oak, covered in iron plating. Wagons carried barrels of oil, siege ladders lined the edges of their formation, and at the center, a detachment of heavily armored knights stood ready.

Darius frowned. "We could starve them out. Let them weaken themselves."

The Baron's expression darkened. "No. I will not waste another week playing games with peasants. We march now. We burn their homes. We put their leader's head on a spike."

With a sharp gesture, he signaled his army forward.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of their march.

The Last Night Before War

Back in Emberhold, the mood had shifted. The people sensed it—this was different. There would be no more small skirmishes, no more raids. This was it.

Alexander walked through the camp, seeing men sharpening their blades, others checking the barricades one last time. Some murmured quiet prayers. Some simply sat in silence.

As he passed by the fire, Elias nudged him. "You ready?"

Alexander glanced at him. "Are you?"

Elias grinned. "I don't know. But I'll fight either way."

Nearby, Gareth adjusted his armor, his hammer resting at his side. "I've seen a lot of fights, but this one feels different."

Silas approached, his face unreadable. "That's because it is."

Alexander exhaled slowly. "Then we make sure it's one they'll never forget."

The night stretched on, the fires burning low. Tomorrow, Emberhold would either stand… or be reduced to ashes.

Act III /The Gathering Storm