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First Star: I Become God Emperor Of A Galactic Empire

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The galaxy was not ruled by gods. Until the empire decided it needed one. Cornelius 'Orn' Reese, the youngest admiral in Aegean history, was never meant to live long. As the son of the Grand Imperator, his life was a political resource—spent the moment it became convenient. That moment came when he was married to the Grand Princess of the Aegean Empire, elder twin to the Emperor, a living oracle whose psionic Far Sight allows her to glimpse the patterns of the future. She is revered as a holy figure. She is rumored to be cursed. And she has outlived twenty-six husbands. Orn was meant to be the twenty-seventh. When assassination comes—and fails—the empire scrambles to contain the fallout. To preserve stability, the Grand Princess and the Empress Dowager rewrite the truth: Orn did not survive by chance. He survived because he was chosen. A divine son who endured unseen enemies through overwhelming psionic will. The lie takes root. The people believe. Bound by propaganda, trapped in a marriage designed to kill him, and forced to take a rival from his academy days as a concubine to secure his father’s legacy, Orn is promoted rather than buried. Given command of a single frigate, he is sent to the Stellaris Cluster—a relic-choked frontier where empires test their young and discard their failures. There, Orn builds his force from pariahs, survivors, and political refuse. As ancient powers awaken and war intensifies, the myth surrounding him begins to grow faster than the empire can control. The throne was never meant for him. But the stars are already kneeling.
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I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

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