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

Varian's laughter echoed through the chamber as his assassins swarmed around us. "Ah, I see now," he mused. "You're different this time, Leon. Stronger. Smarter."

I barely dodged a dagger aimed at my back, twisting my body to slash another assassin across the throat. His body crumpled, but three more took his place. Damn it. There were too many.

Damon's sword flashed beside me, cutting through another foe. "You better have a plan, because I'm not dying for your little revenge quest!"

I smirked, parrying another strike. "You won't die. He will."

Varian sighed, stretching his arms. "I grow bored of this." He snapped his fingers. The remaining assassins suddenly froze in place—then vanished into the shadows.

The air shifted. The temperature dropped.

I barely had time to react before his fist slammed into my gut.

Pain exploded through my body as I flew backward, crashing through a wooden pillar. My ribs screamed in protest as I gasped for breath.

Varian sighed, flexing his fingers. "You're not ready."

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stand. "I don't need to be ready." I wiped the blood from my lips and smirked. "I just need to win."

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▶ [New Skill Unlocked: Unyielding Will (F)]

▶ Effect: When HP drops below 30%, Strength and Agility increase by 20% for 10 seconds.

Power surged through my limbs. The pain dulled. My muscles tensed.

I dashed forward. Varian moved to counter, but I was faster this time. My dagger shot toward his neck—

His yellow eyes gleamed with amusement. "A system, huh?" He tightened his grip. "I wonder—"

Damon's blade tore through his side.

Varian's smirk faltered. His body flickered—turning to shadow.

He reappeared on the far side of the room, blood dripping down his cloak. He glanced at the wound, then at Damon, and for the first time, his smile disappeared.

Damon rested his sword on his shoulder, rolling his neck. "What? You thought I was just going to watch?"

Varian's expression darkened. "Enough games."

I had seconds before he attacked again.

I met Damon's gaze. No words were needed.

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