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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 morning air was thick with the scent of damp earth and freshly cut timber. The palisade stood tall now, a completed ring of sharpened logs enclosing the settlement. The people moved with a new sense of security—heads held higher, backs straighter. They had survived attacks, built defenses, and now, it was time to take the next step.

Leon stood in the heart of the village, looking at the cleared space where the forge would soon rise. It was long overdue. Without a proper forge, their weapons and tools were crude, makeshift. If he wanted his settlement to stand a chance against future threats, they needed steel, not sharpened wood and rusted iron.

He turned to the group of settlers gathered before him. Among them were some of the new arrivals—people who had joined after hearing of the growing domain. One of them, a man named Orin, stepped forward. He was a broad-shouldered, thick-armed blacksmith with soot-stained hands, even after days without working his craft.

"You really plan to build a proper forge?" Orin asked, his voice carrying the skepticism of a man who had seen too many broken promises.

Leon met his gaze. "Not just plan to—I will."

Orin grunted, crossing his arms. "Then you'll need stone. A lot of it. And clay for the furnace lining, unless you want it cracking after the first fire."

Leon nodded. "We'll start gathering immediately."

The settlers split into groups. Some went to the riverbanks, searching for clay deposits. Others worked on breaking apart larger stones, shaping them into bricks for the forge's foundation. The system made tracking resources easier, but the real work was still manual.

Leon joined them, his extraction ability proving invaluable. By touching rough stones, he could strip away impurities, leaving behind smoother, more durable building materials. When they brought in chunks of iron ore from the surrounding hills, he refined them on the spot, removing waste and leaving behind pure, workable metal.

Hours turned into a full day of effort. By nightfall, the foundation was laid, and the first stones of the forge were set in place.

The settlement was growing stronger.

And with the forge soon operational, their real work would begin.

Leon stood at the site, overseeing the final construction. The settlers moved with purpose, laying bricks, sealing gaps with mortar, and constructing the chimney that would carry the heat and smoke away. Orin, the blacksmith, worked with practiced efficiency, his rough hands shaping the furnace with an understanding only a craftsman could possess.

"We'll need bellows," Orin said, gesturing to the opening where airflow would be controlled. "A good forge can't breathe without 'em."

Leon nodded. "We have some leather from the last hunt. Use whatever's necessary."

The forge took shape piece by piece. Large stones formed the outer walls, and layers of clay lined the furnace, reinforced with iron where needed. By midday, the core structure stood complete. The only thing left was fire.

Leon stepped forward, placing his palm against the cooling stone. [Extract]. His ability pulled away lingering impurities, leaving behind only the strongest materials. The system notification flashed briefly.

[Refined Forge Structure – Durability Increased]

Orin raised an eyebrow. "That some kind of magic?"

"Something like that," Leon said with a smirk.

With everything in place, Orin and his assistants began the first test. They piled charcoal into the furnace, striking flint until the first sparks caught. Slowly, the fire grew, the heat intensifying as the forge came to life.

Chapter 16 – The Birth of the Forge