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Once an ordinary individual, he now wields a sword that has claimed countless lives.

And now, he lies among them.

Having expended every ounce of strength within his body, it was time for him to succumb to sleep.

He pondered why he felt such overwhelming exhaustion.

Never before had he experienced such weariness. So why now?

Why did the overwhelming urge to sleep and discomfort consume him?

His mind urged him to rest.

Though he had emerged from the battle unscathed, fatigue seized his body.

He could no longer even lift a finger.

At that moment, he reassured himself that it was acceptable to rest. Without any wounds to tend to, slumber couldn't hurt.

Even as the world blurred into shades of crimson, rest remained imperative.

And before he knew it, his eyes had closed.

And thus began the slumber from which they never reopened.

This is the story of the supreme ruler, reborn in a forsaken realm as the cast-off son of a duchess.

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Volume 1 :The Beginning of the Distant One.