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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

Leon and his remaining ten fighting men took a short rest, tending to their wounds and catching their breath. Though they had won their battle against the necromancers, the siege was still raging.

"We move," Leon ordered, his voice firm but weary. "We still have a fight to finish."

His soldiers, battered but determined, nodded and followed as they made their way toward the settlement under siege.

As they approached, the sounds of battle still echoed in the air—clashing steel, war cries, and the desperate struggle for survival. But something was off.

The undead army, once a disciplined and deadly force, had lost all cohesion.

They still fought—but not with the same terrifying unity Leon had seen before. No tactics, no coordination—just mindless, aimless aggression. Some Hollowborn staggered and collapsed where they stood, their bodies crumbling into piles of rotting flesh and bone. Others simply wandered away from the battlefield, as if something had stolen their purpose.

The death of the necromancers had crippled the undead army's ability to fight effectively. Without their masters' magic guiding them, they were little more than wild beasts—dangerous, but no longer a true army.

On the walls of the settlement, the defenders noticed the change.

The gates had been breached, but the enemy was faltering. The defenders, once on the brink of collapse, rallied under their lord—Edric.

With a roar, he led his forces in a counterattack.

Steel flashed. Spears struck. Arrows rained down.

The Hollowborn were being driven back.

Leon and his group arrived just in time to join the push.

Leon's squad cut through the remaining undead, working alongside Edric's soldiers to finish the fight. Blade met rotting flesh. Shields bashed decayed skulls.

Malric, Leon's necromancer, used his magic to bind several Hollowborn in place, letting the warriors cut them down with ease.

Leon, despite his exhaustion, fought relentlessly, using his silver-tipped weapons to obliterate any undead that got too close.

Soon, the last of the Hollowborn fell.

The defenders stood in silent relief, their chests heaving, eyes wide in disbelief.

Leon found himself resting against a broken cart, catching his breath.

That's when he noticed someone approaching him—a man in his early thirties, with short, dark hair and a strong, battle-worn presence. He was grinning despite the blood and grime covering him.

"You," Edric said, pointing at Leon with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "I don't know what the hell you did, but after we spoke, the undead suddenly became... dumb. Sloppy. Like they had lost whatever was driving them."

Leon wiped the sweat from his brow. "The necromancers behind the attack are dead."

Edric's eyes narrowed. He folded his arms. "Necromancers, huh?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Could it be... that damn cult again?"

Leon sat up straighter. "The Eclipse Covenant?"

"Who in this cursed land doesn't know about those lunatics?"

Leon was about to ask more, but Edric raised a hand.

"Enough talk for now. You and your men fought hard—you saved my settlement." His tone was genuine, though exhaustion weighed on it. "Come inside. Rest. Whatever meager supplies we have left, we'll share them. We'll talk later."

Leon considered for a moment—then nodded.

As they walked toward the battered but still-standing settlement, Leon knew one thing for certain—this was the first step to securing a safe place for him and his people.

Chapter 27: The Turning Tide