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In a world where every 18-year-old is granted a noble title and a domain, Reed was never meant to rule. Born in the slums, he survived by stealing, killing, and doing whatever it took to stay alive. The world despised him, and he despised it back.

But when the Day of Lords arrived, fate played its cruelest trick yet.

Goblin Lord.

The weakest possible domain. The most pathetic summons. A rank that was practically a death sentence.

But Reed doesn’t care. He never played by the rules before, and he won’t start now. Given absolute authority over his first Hero—a deadly and completely loyal goblin woman named Shia—he embraces his title with ruthless efficiency. There are no rules he won’t break, no enemies he won’t kill, and no limits to how far he’ll rise.

If the world thinks it can laugh at him, it’s in for a nightmare.

Because the Lord of the Forsaken doesn’t bow to fate. He breaks it.

Lord of the Foresaken

Reed had crushed nobles, butchered armies, and rewritten the laws of power—but this was different.

This wasn't just another lord's militia.

Velka unrolled a detailed war map, marking enemy movements. "Scouts report that the royal army is moving faster than expected."

"They're 10,000 strong. Spearmen, cavalry, siege weapons. And leading them…" She hesitated.

Reed smirked. "Our so-called Hero?"

Velka nodded. "Seric the Radiant. An A-Rank Champion of the System. The King's personal sword."

Reed leaned forward, amused. "What do we know?"

Felix—another of his subjugated lords—spoke, voice uneasy. "He's… unlike any other." He swallowed. "They say he was blessed at birth. That the system itself protects him."

Velka added, "No one has ever wounded him. Ever."

Even the goblins stirred uneasily.

A system message flickered before Reed's eyes.

[Seric the Radiant – Rank A Hero Detected]

Shia whistled. "Down to six percent, huh?"

Reed chuckled. "Then we need to get creative."

Fighting the royal army in open battle? Death.

He tapped the map. "We're not fighting their army."

Velka frowned. "Then what are we—"

Step 2: Trap him in a no-win fight.

Shia raised an eyebrow. "And how do we get a legendary hero to 'duel' a Goblin Lord?"

"By making him think it's the will of the system."

Reed turned to the goblin shamans. "You're going to spread rumors. Prophecies. Fake system messages."

Velka narrowed her eyes. "You think he'll fall for that?"

Reed grinned. "He's a slave to fate. If the system tells him he's meant to face me? He'll come."

Shia's eyes gleamed. "And once he does?"

Reed's voice dropped to a whisper.

The Butcher’s Gambit