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When Leon dies unexpectedly, he awakens in a medieval fantasy world where countless Lords compete for dominance. Each Lord must develop their own territory, recruit armies, and battle for power—all while governed by game-like mechanics.

But Leon isn’t just any Lord. Granted the unique ability Sovereign Extraction, he can absorb the essence of fallen enemies, acquiring their skills, materials, and even abilities.

Starting with a barren land, a handful of settlers, and a wooden castle, Leon must build his domain from nothing. But dangers lurk everywhere—rival Lords, monstrous beasts, and ancient forces vying for control of the world.

With his growing power, Leon will carve his path to the top, one extraction at a time.

Kingdoms will fall. Enemies will kneel. And Leon… will reign supreme.

Sovereign Lord: Rise of The Extraction King

The scent of burned flesh lingered in the air. The flames at the settlement's gate had died down, but the tension hadn't.

Leon stood at the scorched entrance, staring out into the dark forest. The Hollowborn had retreated, but why?

He glanced at the bodies left behind. Most were burned beyond recognition, but some… some had markings. Faint, glowing runes etched into their flesh.

Garrick knelt beside one of the corpses, tracing a finger over the eerie symbols. "This isn't natural."

Leon exhaled slowly. No, it wasn't.

The Hollowborn weren't just mindless undead. Someone—or something—had sent them.

And that meant this was only the beginning.

By morning, the entire settlement was awake. No one had slept.

Leon gathered the settlers in the center of the village. The people were shaken—two guards had died, and others had injuries. But they were alive.

He raised his voice, steady but firm. "Last night, we survived."

Leon continued, "And we'll keep surviving. But we can't just sit and wait for another attack. We need to rebuild. We need to get stronger."

Leon turned to his system. New priorities needed to be set.

1. Repair the Gates & Reinforce the Walls – The current defenses weren't enough.

2. Forge Better Weapons – More guards needed metal weapons, not just wooden spears.

3. Unlock the Summoning Gate – More people meant more fighters.

He turned to Garrick. "Start organizing the able-bodied men into a proper militia. Train them harder. I'll handle the rest."

Garrick gave a sharp nod. "Consider it done, my lord."

Leon wasn't a warrior. But he was a leader.

And right now, leadership was what they needed most.

That afternoon, Leon called for a new scouting mission.

If the Hollowborn weren't random monsters, then the ruins might hold the answers.

He took a small party—himself, Garrick, and two scouts—and returned to the ruined outpost where they'd found the warning.

The sun was high, but the ruins felt… different.

The bodies from before were gone. As if someone—or something—had taken them.

Leon's grip tightened on his sword. "Be on guard."

Garrick moved ahead, checking the collapsed tower. "There's something here."

He crouched and pulled something from the dirt.

A dark symbol linked to an unknown power. Faint magical energy lingers.

Leon stared at it. The emblem's design was simple but unmistakable—a black circle, with jagged lines cutting through it like cracks in glass.

The same symbol that had been carved into the Hollowborn's flesh.

Leon felt a chill crawl up his spine.

This wasn't just some random undead wandering the land. There was something intelligent behind them.

Garrick frowned. "We should leave."

Leon agreed. But as they turned to go, a voice whispered through the ruins.

Faint. Almost a breath in the wind.

Leon spun around, sword drawn. But there was no one there.

And yet, as they left the ruins, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching.

Chapter 10 – Signs of a Greater Power