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In a world where yokai roam and entire realms fall to ruin, one mysterious samurai walks a bloodstained path—his name forgotten, his identity buried. But he is no ordinary man... he is death itself, reborn in flesh.

As seven realms teeter on the edge of oblivion, a broken empire crumbles under ancient secrets and rising gods. Wielding powers that bend gravity, darkness, and blood, the enigmatic Akiyama carves through fate with his cursed blade—while a sarcastic yet strangely grounded teenager, Roku, finds himself tangled in horrors far beyond human comprehension.

This is not a tale of heroes. This is a descent into madness, betrayal, and forgotten sins—where power comes at a cost, and truth is more terrifying than fiction.

For fans of dark fantasy, tragic anti-heroes, and stories that twist your mind until the very last page.

Samurai Ruler: Legend of the Seven Realms

After receiving his orders from Emperor Tenma through Commander Takeru, Roku set out with his deputy Seiji toward the Ancient Kingdom.

Seiji was only one year older than Roku, so there was no significant difference, and when Roku was promoted to become a leader, he did not hesitate to choose Seiji as his deputy. Their relationship wasn't just of a leader and his deputy, but they were like brothers.

Their path went through a vast forest, its trees towering like the Imperial Palace. Its leaves were so large they blocked the light.

On their way to the Ancient Kingdom, Roku drifted into his thoughts, as if his mind was stuck on something.

Before their departure, he had stood before a massive stone statue of a man wearing a "Ronin" hat, raising his sword in a fighting stance, exuding dignity even though he was carved from stone.

Roku stood silently, contemplating its details, and his gaze was filled with confusion when a person appeared before him and said:

"You seem to be looking at the statue of the Samurai Ruler."

Roku turned slowly, his eyes still focused on the details of the statue, then said casually, with features of confusion on his face:

The mysterious person looked at him and answered kindly:

"The Samurai Ruler was the one who established this path, and is known as the first samurai in history. He wasn't just a warrior, but a living legend. It is said that in his era, there was no existence of powers or magic… until he appeared, and with his appearance, strength was born, and magic spread in this world. He was known for his wisdom as well as his strength, and was loved by all, not just for his dignity, but for what he did for his people… This statue wasn't carved in vain, but as an honor and glorification of his legend."

Roku came back to his senses and said to Seiji:

"Don't you think the story of the Samurai Ruler is a bit exaggerated?"

"Honestly, I agree with you, because when you examine this story, you find it fictional, unrelated to reality, just a tale told by the elders."

"Now stop thinking about the Samurai Ruler, and let's focus on this mission."

"For heaven's sake, Seiji, you always kill the fun."

"When I think about the fall of the Ancient Kingdom, I feel something suspicious. The Ancient Kingdom was the oldest kingdom in this world, and it was so powerful that no one dared to fight it. Even the Yokai did not approach its borders. It was similar to our empire in terms of system, but it differed in combat, as it was known for following the knight's path. Also, it was famous for its strong economy, as it overlooked the sea. It seems its destruction was caused by a terrifying entity."

Seiji turned to Roku, who just minutes ago was laughing and indifferent, but now was terrified, as if he had seen death in front of him.

I came to take a look, only to find the Ancient Kingdom completely destroyed. The ruins of buildings were scattered everywhere, the corpses of knights impaled with spears, and the bodies of citizens hanging above their homes.

Chapter 14