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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 cosmic harvesting machine hummed with malevolent purpose, its incomprehensible geometries carving reality into digestible fragments. Streams of existence—pain, joy, hope, despair—flowed like luminous blood through ethereal conduits, feeding the entity that had orchestrated their cosmic dance of suffering.

Reed watched in horror as the battlefield began to dissolve, warriors and philosophers alike becoming mere data points in an unfathomable equation. The very air tasted of entropy, metallic and bitter, while space-time folded inward like origami made of screaming light.

"No." Lyralei's voice cut through the apocalyptic symphony like a blade forged from pure intention. "This ends here."

THE LOVER'S SACRIFICE