**Introduction**
I'm not a difficult person to please... I never wanted to be invinccible. But I will fight with my blood for my goals. Try to compete with me, and I'll match you. Play dirty, and I'll bring the sky down on you. My patience isn't as long as you think, and my sword is reckless, following no rules! So, don't provoke me.
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### **Volume One: "A Second Chance"**
One day, the heavens will take pity on you, respect your tears and your struggles, and grant you another chance... A chance to chase the childhood dreams you once forgot. A chance to travel the world and perhaps even more...
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### **Chapter One: "King for Three"**
It was a story of being transported to another world...
A man in his late forties found himself in a new realm—a world of strength, magic, wars, and blood. And above all, he became a king. But... can there truly be a king? A king without a kingdom or subjects to rule, with nothing millions of slaves at his feet?
Sixteen-year-old Ban stared in shock at the three people standing before him:
An older man in his fifties, dressed in a neatly tailored suit, with a well-groomed mustache and white hair (Uncle Albert). A middle-aged woman,( his wife, Mary ), likely in her thirties or forties. And a sixteen-year-old girl, with a beautiful face and a white dress (his sister, Luna).
These were his people... And as for his kingdom? It was nothing more than a few tattered tents scattered haphazardly. Among them, only five were even remotely usable.
Ban clenched his fists. "Uncle Albert... I need a moment with you."
Albert nodded and followed him into Ban's tent—the largest and best one, but still just a tent.
"What do you think? Should we leave?" Ban asked bluntly.
He had just arrived in this world, inheriting some of the original body's memories—not all, but enough. Yet, he lacked the crucial details of how they ended up in this situation, as well as the most important childhood memories.
"Unfortunately, we can't," Albert sighed. "Your Majesty… the only well in a radius of over three thousand miles is nearby. Twenty miles north lies the Silent Forest, filled with ferocious beasts and wild animals. I go there occasionally, searching the outskirts for a stray, weak creature or a small animal to sustain us. Any movement from here could mean losing our sole source of water and food, which would doom us all."
Ban frowned and muttered, "My father died from betrayal, and now I'm going to die in the desert… Isn't that ironic?"
"He didn't die from a stab in the back," Albert said.
Ban's eyes flashed momentarily before he masked his emotions. Here it is. "What do you mean?"
"I mean… I were the one who killed him," Albert stated.
"Did you hit your head?" Ban frowned.
"Not me, Your Majesty. You. That's why you don't remember what happened during the catastrophe," Albert sighed regretfully.
Ban, as a businessman, knew how to maintain a poker face and control his emotions precisely. He noticed something small in Albert's sigh—relief!!—but he chose not to react and let Albert continue.
"Your father was a great man… A truly remarkable warrior. He managed to unite small tribes, clans, and even nomads to establish the first Star-Level Kingdom in record time.
"But… it wasn't recognized by the Empire. And that was a huge problem. If the Empire ever decided to destroy us, all it would take is an official decree, and the surrounding kingdoms would attack from all sides." Albert sighed. "That's why your father took it upon himself to travel to the Empire and negotiate with the Emperor to have our kingdom officially recognized. That would have brought many benefits—imperial arts, education, resources, trade… But—"
"But what?" Ban's expression darkened.
"But he was killed on the way, along with his best men. No one survived. Meanwhile, hordes of monsters suddenly poured out of the forest towards us… wave after wave. We fought desperately, but in the end, the result was the same—everyone was slaughtered."
"And what about us?" Ban didn't understand.
"Your wife," Albert said.
"You mean my aunt," Ban scoffed. -That forty-year-old hag, my wife? Why not just kill me instead?-
"No, I mean your wife's family. They were the ones who protected you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have survived until now."
"Alright, I have two questions. First, if my wife's family is so powerful, why are they still here? Why didn't she escape with them or at least take us along? And second… I don't understand your role in all of this. Why are you painting yourself as the traitor?" Ban asked seriously.
"That… I honestly don't know, Your Majesty. As for me… I knew there was a danger in your father's journey. I also knew the Empire wouldn't care about a mere Star-Level Kingdom. At the very least, we'd need to reach the Moon or Sun Level to attract any real attention. But at our current level, our only option was to survive and grow stronger in silence. I didn't have the courage to tell your father this, fearing he would call me a coward."
"So you were just a coward and left my father to die," Ban said coldly.
"This was my fault, Your Majesty. Do as you wish with me," Albert bowed his head, ready to accept punishment.
"Tsk… Bowing your head now? Do you want me to kill the only person here with any strength who can actually help me? Get up," Ban snapped.
"I am at your service, Your Majesty," Albert stood quickly.
"Wait for me outside," Ban ordered.
"As you wish."
After Albert left, Ban took stock of what he had:
An old man with some strength. Two women whose only tasks were fetching water and preparing food. And… a miserable sixteen-year-old king without all of his memories, without any power.
"Hey, you who brought me here… You should at least give me something, right? You can't expect me to rely on just these people."
*** Welcome, Player… Of course, the system will assist you. But you must claim it yourself.***
"Claim it myself? What do you mean?"
*** Initiating transfer… Time is frozen across the entire Immortal World.***
Before Ban could fully comprehend what was happening, he found himself in a different place. Three images appeared before him: one in a mage's robe, another in a warrior's armor, and the last as an archer.
"This… Isn't this the first game I ever invested in? What was its name again… Wartune! Yes, that was it. But… that was just a primitive game from my early business days, before I moved into virtual reality gaming… You've got to be kidding me. Don't tell me I have to pick one of these."
*** The player must choose one of the three classes. Be advised: this choice is permanent.***