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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 sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the settlement. In the distance, the treeline stood eerily still—too still.

A guttural howl, low and unnatural, echoed through the trees. Then another. And another.

Leon clenched his fists as the Hollowborn emerged from the darkness. At first, it was only a few. Then dozens. Then… hundreds.

They weren't just mindless undead this time. Their movements were deliberate. Controlled.

Something—or someone—was leading them.

Leon took a deep breath. "Positions!"

The walls bristled with archers. Spears lined the battlements. The militia stood shoulder to shoulder, gripping their weapons tightly.

Garrick, standing beside him, muttered, "May the gods help us."

He was counting on fire and steel.

The ground trembled beneath their numbers as they surged forward, a mass of rotting flesh and glowing eyes.

A volley of arrows rained down. The first row of Hollowborn fell, but more took their place.

The creatures slammed into the palisade, clawing, gnawing, trying to tear the wood apart. The reinforced walls held—for now.

Leon spotted larger figures in the horde. Some of the Hollowborn were different—hulking brutes covered in bone-like armor, smashing against the walls with monstrous strength.

"Focus fire on the big ones!" he shouted.

Flaming arrows streaked through the night, striking the armored beasts. They howled but kept coming.

A sickening crunch filled the air as one of them rammed into the gate, splintering the wood.

Leon's heart pounded. "Garrick, take a squad and reinforce the gate! Bram, we need more fire!"

The blacksmith, already sweating from the forge, grabbed a torch and lit a barrel of oil-soaked straw. "On it!"

Flames roared as burning pitch was hurled over the walls, setting Hollowborn ablaze.

The stench of burning flesh filled the air, but still, they came.

The battle raged for what felt like an eternity. The Hollowborn kept pushing, but the defenses held.

Leon's body ached from swinging his sword, cutting down any creature that made it over the wall.

Then, just as he thought they might survive the night, a new sound rang out.

From the treeline, something massive stirred.

A towering figure stepped forward—a Hollowborn unlike any they'd seen before.

Its body was covered in jagged, rune-covered bones, and in its hand, it carried a rusted greatsword the size of a man.

This wasn't just another Hollowborn.

And the real battle was only just beginning.

Chapter 19: The Siege Begins