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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

Sunny had witnessed the birth of gods, the collapse of entire realities, and the theoretical restructuring of causality itself. None of it had prepared him for the sound of cosmic panic.

It started as a whisper in the emerald network—a disturbance so subtle that it might have been mistaken for routine fluctuation if not for the fact that the Inheritance System hadn't experienced anything resembling "routine fluctuation" in over three centuries. The whisper became a murmur, the murmur became a chorus, and the chorus became the kind of universal alarm that made hardened dimensional warriors check their weapons and wonder if they'd somehow missed the arrival of an existential threat.

"The Balance Keepers are requesting immediate consultation," the goblin commander informed him, her emerald marks flickering with the kind of controlled urgency that suggested problems that couldn't be solved through conventional military action. "Priority Alpha. All realities."

The Anomaly