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Legacy of Blackwood – Synopsis

Decades after Chris Blackwood reshaped the world, his empire stands unrivaled, with its influence stretching across nations. The Blackwood Union rules with absolute authority, dictating the course of history itself. But as the throne transitions to a new ruler, the balance of power shifts, and old alliances are tested.

Ethan Carter, the trusted right hand of Chris, has been named the new Supreme Ruler. With his appointment comes the weight of expectation, the burden of maintaining an empire built on dominance, and the whispers of betrayal lurking in the shadows.

Classic Blackwood and Christiana Blackwood—each with their own vision for the future—must decide where their loyalties lie. Skylar Blackwood, ever watchful, remains a force to be reckoned with, her ambitions far from fulfilled.

But as external threats rise and internal conflicts brew, the question remains: Will the Legacy of Blackwood thrive under new leadership, or will it collapse under the weight of its own power?

A tale of loyalty, ambition, and the price of absolute rule—Legacy of Blackwood begins.

Legacy of Blackwood

Everywhere I went, people stood taller, spoke louder, smiled wider. My name echoed in the streets—not whispered like a rebel, but spoken like a promise. Skylar Blackwood, the voice of the people.

And yet... I didn't feel victorious.

I stood at the top floor of the People's Agency HQ, looking out through the glass wall. Below, citizens lined up for assistance, opportunities, a better tomorrow. The system was working. I was working.

The sudden ease of it all. The smooth approvals. The funding. The silent support from people I knew were once loyal to Chris. This wasn't how revolutions worked. This was too quiet.

"Ma'am," my aide, Rhea, entered briskly, holding a fresh intel file. "More districts have pledged loyalty to the agency. Donations have doubled. And look at this..."

She placed a sleek black chip on the table.

"It's from Sector 3. An anonymous donor just transferred 500 million Blackwood Currency. No conditions."

No one gives that kind of money without expectations.

I picked up the chip slowly, feeling its weight like a trap in my palm. My thoughts swirled.

He was letting me win. No—he was pushing me to win.

This wasn't freedom. This was a stage. And I was the actress in his twisted production.

I stared at the massive logo of the People's Agency on the wall—my dream, now tainted.

"Call a meeting," I said. My voice was low, sharp. "Top strategists only. Lock the room. No tech."

This was no longer about helping the people.

Because if Chris was playing games…

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