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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

In the ruins of what had once been the Valdris capital system, where crystalline spires had scraped the heavens and hope had lived in the hearts of trillions, something pathetic stirred. The Eternal Guardians watched with the detached horror of gods forced to witness the desecration of their own graves as the Successor Wars began in earnest.

"They fight over scraps," Reed's consciousness pulsed with bitter resignation, his awareness focused on the central conflict that raged across seventeen shattered worlds. "They tear each other apart for the privilege of wearing our names."

The wars were not grand affairs like the cosmic conflicts that had preceded them. These were brutal, desperate struggles between the last inheritors of broken dreams—each faction claiming to represent the "true" legacy of the Eternal Guardians while possessing neither the power nor the wisdom to understand what that legacy truly meant.

Echoes of the Fallen The Weight of Legacy