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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 Council's chamber existed in the space between spaces, suspended in a void that predated the concept of location. Twelve thrones of crystallized concept arranged themselves in a perfect circle, each one occupied by a being whose existence transcended the limitations that defined ordinary consciousness.

Today, that ancient chamber thrummed with something it hadn't experienced in eons: panic.

"The readings are off the scale," declared Xerion the Lawkeeper, his form a constantly shifting geometry of pure order. Where his attention focused, reality solidified into rigid mathematical perfection. "Seven million consciousness patterns simultaneously achieving transcendence. The probability matrices are collapsing."

The Council's Panic