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“He was born to suffer. Reborn to rule. And destined to fall by the hands of the one he loved.”


Fred Winslet died forgotten — a sickly boy mocked for his weakness. But death wasn’t the end. Reincarnated into the powerful aristocratic Zars family in the world of Tenria, he’s reborn as Deus Zars: healthy, brilliant, and dangerous.

Armed with the legendary twin blades Antrar and a mind forged in bitterness, Deus lives for one thing — freedom. Not peace. Not purpose. Just the right to do as he pleases.

But Freedom comes at a Price.

As Deus rises — gathering allies, unlocking power, and even falling in love with the strong-willed Lizia Al Gray — his past begins to twist him. What was once justice becomes manipulation. What began as survival becomes domination.

This is the story of a boy who became both Hero and Villain.
And of a girl who had to choose between saving him — or stopping him.

DUAL WIELDER

Instructor Gairos's voice echoed through the empty dueling hall.

Deus stood alone at the center, barefoot, shirtless, arms folded behind him. Training was done for the day. The other students were gone. The torches burned low, casting jagged shadows along the walls.

Gairos shook his head. "That's not what I asked."

Deus met his eyes. "To get stronger."

"You remind me of someone I once trained. Cold. Brilliant. Obsessed with efficiency. He climbed faster than anyone. Cut through ranks. Crushed politics. Got everything he wanted."

Deus raised an eyebrow. "And then?"

"He killed a friend for asking the wrong question."

"You're one question away, Zars. From becoming something you won't come back from."

Later that evening, Deus sat by the cliffside overlook behind the pavilion. The snow hadn't fallen yet, but the wind carried winter in its breath.

"You're quiet," he said, dropping onto the stone ledge beside him.

"True. But tonight it feels heavier."

Kairen leaned back on his elbows, staring at the stars. "You ever wonder why you really want power?"

A flicker of something passed across Deus's face.

Kairen added, "Because power's not the goal. It's the excuse."

"You say you want to be free. But that's not freedom. That's control."

Kairen looked him dead in the eye.

"And people like you don't want control to protect. You want it to prove something."

"Maybe I do," he said. "Maybe I want to prove that I deserve to exist without being owned."

Back in his tower, Deus opened his notebook.

He flipped back through older notes.

Weak points. Tactical diagrams. Emotion tracking. Enemy evaluations.

He picked up one of the Antrar hilts.

Elsewhere – Thesea Zars's Private Study

A raven sat on the window ledge. It carried a letter sealed in wax marked with the insignia of the Pavilion.

"He's asking questions," she murmured.

Stradar looked up from his chair. "About the blade?"

He frowned. "Should we be concerned?"

"Concern starts when he stops asking."

THE QUESTION OF POWER