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

▶ [New System Program Unlocked: Identity Restoration]

▶ [Effect: Restores lost personal memories, including name, birthplace, and lineage.]

▶ [New System Program Unlocked: Appraisal]

▶ [Effect: Allows identification of names, ages, and partial power details of observed individuals.]

I clutched my head as a flood of memories rushed in.

Flashes of a small village surrounded by golden fields. A woman's voice, warm and gentle. A man's firm grip on my shoulder. Laughter. My own name.

I whispered it under my breath. "I… I remember."

My breathing steadied. My mind felt clearer. The fog that had lingered since my regression had finally lifted.

"My name is…" I paused. The words felt foreign and familiar at the same time.

Damon blinked. "Valebourne? That sounds… noble."

I clenched my fists. I had always assumed my past was nothing but a blurred mess of regret and hatred for those who betrayed me. But now? Now I knew there was more to it.

Ezra Valebourne. Son of Edric and Liana Valebourne. Born in Aster's Hollow.

A faint image flickered in my mind—flames. Screams. Blood.

My birthplace was gone. Burned to the ground.

The system didn't let me dwell on it. Another screen appeared.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━

I frowned. "It doesn't show everything."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. Let's move."

The journey to the nearest city took three days.

We finally arrived at Velthora, a massive trade hub surrounded by towering stone walls. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, and the streets buzzed with merchants, adventurers, and knights.

Damon whistled. "Haven't been here in years."

I scanned the city. If my memory was right, this place was known for one thing—The Ardent Academy.

A place where people came to awaken their power.

And I had a feeling our next battle would start there.

Ding