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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

The alien entities had barely finished manifesting when the dimensional alarms began screaming across what remained of the Confluence territories. But the threat wasn't coming from the incomprehensible horrors emerging from the Screaming Nexus—it was something far more mundane and infinitely more personal.

Reed felt the distress beacon through his storm-enhanced consciousness, a pulse of desperate terror that cut through his cosmic fury like a blade. Lyralei—proud, indomitable Lyralei—was afraid. More than afraid. She was being torn apart.

"Father?" Vexara's voice carried an odd note of confusion as she watched Reed's storm-form flicker. "The real players are here. Why do you care about—"

The Broken Crown