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In a world where honor and recognition are the ultimate rewards, Augustine Mercenes, a former soldier, felt like a ghost. Despite his countless victories on the battlefield, his achievements were consistently stolen by his superiors, leaving him with nothing but the scars of war. Alone, unappreciated, and forgotten, Augustine's existence was a mere whisper in the winds of time.

But fate had other plans. On the brink of death, Augustine was reborn as Lyriq Raveline, a noble with an extraordinary gift – the power to manipulate time and darkness. Born into a poor but loving noble family, Lyriq's journey begins in a small palace, where the people's kindness and his own innate talent set him on a path to greatness.

With his past life's regrets fueling his ambition, Lyriq Raveline sets out to defy the gods and claim the supreme throne. Witness the rise of a legendary warrior, forged from the ashes of a forgotten soul, as he rewrites the fabric of time and forges a new destiny

Lyriq Raveline-The Time Swordsman

Three days remained until the next round of the tournament.

Seeing the fatigue beneath Lyriq's eyes, Boselin tossed a towel at his head.

"Rest. You're just a human. Overwork dulls the sword."

Lyriq opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. His muscles ached from days of mental and physical training — grip switches, mirror practice, time calculations... His spine had practically aged ten years overnight.

So, reluctantly, Lyriq decided to take one day off — not to sleep, but to think. Strategize. Regenerate.

That was his plan. But fate... had something else in mind.

As Lyriq stepped outside his inn to get some air—

An old man came sprinting at him like his taxes had just been tripled.

Lyriq blinked. "Are you talking to me? Do I even know you?"

"WHAT?! I haven't even TALKED to any girl in Carcel!"

"She says... you smiled at her."

"You never did...""...But your drawings did."

The old man pulled out a rolled-up poster.It showed Lyriq holding a rose, wink frozen in midair, with a caption:

"Your beauty disrupted my sword flow."

"My daughter bought all your toys! Brat, marry her and refund me the 17 silver!"

He zipped through Carcel streets like a fugitive. And for good reason.

Walls. Shops. Bread stalls. A cow.

Drawings of Lyriq blushing, smiling, flexing, proposing, and posing.

"Carcel is beautiful… but you're breathtaking."

"Wanna see my secret technique? It's called Love Stab."

"Carcel is cool, but you make it hotter."

"I'll parry your sadness, my lady."

"Swordsmanship? Nah. I'm here for love."

One had Lyriq riding a flying sword with the caption:

"Ravelinora's Raveline of Love — Volume 1."

A kid holding a stuffed doll of Lyriq casually looked up.

"Want to buy a Limited Edition Lyriq Magazine? Only 2 silver! Comes with kissable sticker pages!"

Then he saw it — a wall-sized mural."Lyriq the Loverblade"He was drawn in an apron, holding a frying pan, flipping hearts instead of food. Text below:

"He'll cut your sadness and season your dreams."

A broomstick nearly cracked his skull.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO MY LYRIQ!"

A furious teenage girl stood there, eyes burning. She clearly didn't realize the vandal was Lyriq himself.

Wherever he went, someone was selling:

Lyriq Buns – With hair-flip shaped frosting

Lyriq Swords for Kids – Made of jelly.

Lyriq Wigs – Guaranteed awkward silence when worn.

Even the inn's bedsheets had his face now.

A group of government officers spotted him."THERE HE IS!"

Lyriq froze. "Wait, what did I do?! I didn't even—"

They grabbed him by the shoulders.

They pulled out a drawing — not just any drawing.

A GIANT COMIC POSTER... ON THE KING'S CHARIOT.

Painted on the royal vehicle itself.

King Naron Carcel, stern and majestic:"Lyriq… Only you can save this kingdom."

Lyriq (drawn with wings and sparkles):"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I'll give my life… for Carcel."

Caption:"COMING SOON — Lyriq: Savior of Carcel – Season 1"

"WHY AM I A POLITICAL MASCOT NOW?!"

That night, after dodging a broomstick brigade, getting mobbed for autographs, and having to buy his own face off a Grilled fish, Lyriq finally returned to the inn.

He curled into bed. Whispering to himself.

"I just wanted to change sword grips... Not spark a nationwide delusion."

Boselin walked in, holding a Lyriq Special Towel.

"Told you. Genius or fool… it all depends on the outcome."

Chapter 22- Lyriq fanclub gone crazy -Part-1