Zensa

After being betrayed and executed by his most trusted general, Emperor Ezra  awakens ten years in the past—inside the prison where his downfall began.

Armed with memories of betrayal and a mysterious system granting him power,  Ezra refuses to be a victim again. This time, he won’t beg for mercy. He will rewrite history.

Escaping the dungeon is just the first step. To reclaim his throne, Ezra must outmaneuver old enemies, recruit new allies, and crush the traitors before they strike.

But as he grows stronger, he realizes something terrifying—he wasn’t the only one who regressed.

The Emperor Return

The tavern was silent except for the flickering of candlelight. Damon sat across from me, arms crossed, his sword now resting at his side instead of being discarded like a forgotten relic.

"So," he said, voice rough from years of drinking, "what's your grand plan, Your Majesty?" He spat the last words like an insult.

I leaned forward. "We start by taking back what was stolen from us."

Damon scoffed. "You got a death wish? We're outnumbered, outmatched, and unless you've been hiding an army in your pocket, I don't see how two men can take on the empire."

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▶ [New Quest: Rebuild Your Power]

A slow grin spread across my face.

"Then it's a good thing we're not starting with the empire," I said. "We're starting with the Black Serpents."

Damon's smirk faded. "You're serious?"

"They're one of Caius's strongest weapons," I said. "If we cut off the head of the snake, we send a message—he's not untouchable."

Damon exhaled, rubbing his face. "I can't tell if you're insane or brilliant."

For a moment, he just stared at me. Then he laughed. It wasn't the bitter laugh of a washed-up drunk—it was something else. Something sharper.

"Alright, kid," he said. "Let's raise some hell."

Two Days Later – Black Serpent Hideout

The moon hung high above the ruined fortress hidden deep within Blackwood Forest. Guards stood at the entrance, torches in hand, their expressions bored.

[DING!] [Skill Activated: Stealth (F)]

I slipped past the first pair, pressing myself against the stone walls. Damon was already inside—he had taken out a patrol earlier, clearing the way for me.

We had one goal tonight—kill their leader.

I peered around the corner. Three men guarding the inner chamber. Heavily armed, but sloppy. They weren't expecting an attack.

I exhaled slowly. Time to test my new strength.

The first guard barely had time to register my presence before my dagger sank into his throat. His body hit the floor, but the other two were already reacting.

▶ [New Skill Unlocked: Silent Takedown (F)]

I ducked under a swing, drove my blade into the second guard's gut, then twisted. Fast. Efficient. Deadly.

The third guard turned to run—bad idea.

Damon's sword flashed from the shadows. The man fell, his head rolling across the floor.

Damon wiped his blade. "Not bad," he muttered.

We pushed open the doors to the leader's chamber.

Inside, sitting on a throne of stolen gold, was a man with jet-black armor and piercing yellow eyes. He smiled as if he had been expecting us.

"Leon Veltaria," he drawled. "I thought you died."

I stepped forward, my dagger glinting in the moonlight.

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