Antarctica / Frostkeep: November 22nd, 870 AD.
It was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly, bathing the world in warmth, as people went about their daily lives, smiling and struggling in equal measure. But if you looked closer, the world was far from ordinary: warriors wielded swords, bows, and shields; others glowed with colored auras, each granting unique abilities; some faced mysterious enemies, while still others possessed strange, almost monstrous features.
In the endless white expanse of nivara, where glaciers carved valleys and icy winds shaped the land, life clung stubbornly to the frozen earth, resilient against the biting cold. The Nivaran people had learned to survive in this harsh world, drawing precious sustenance from rare subterranean hot springs and hunting the hardy beasts that roamed the ice plains. Towering citadels of stone and ice rose like jagged spires from the frozen settlements, while trade caravans braved treacherous ice passes, carrying enchanted goods from distant enclaves.
Yet beneath the stark beauty of nivara, unrest stirred. Within the frostkeep—the empire's heart—whispers of betrayal twisted through its halls, threatening to unravel the fragile order. And at the center of it all, in the throne room perched atop jagged cliffs, a storm was quietly gathering, one that would reshape the fate of nivara forever.
(Inside the Nivaran Palace)
"ARE YOU MAD, THIS IS A DIRE SITUATION AND THOSE ARE WHALE TRIBE AURA USER'S FIGHTING OUT THERE SO YOU TELL ME WHAT SHALL WE DO IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS, IT'S OBVIOUS IS IT NOT, WE PACK OUR WEALTH AND FLEE." Said a fat overweight greasy short chocolate skinned man in a luxurious noble cloth attire screaming at the top of his lungs with sweat dripping down his face from his forehead at a tall muscular mature middle aged chocolate skinned man in a luxurious leather guard attire.
The mature man's face twisted immediately and said with anger "So you would rather prioritize your own wealth and self interest by abandoning the navana and and your home land."
"WHAT CAN HE EVEN DO, HE IS WEAK, SICK AND USELESS, HE MIGHT HAVE SURVIVED WITH THE HELP OF HOUSE DONGOLA BUT IN THE FACE OF REAL PERSONNEL STRENGTH HE IS UTTERLY USE…" Said the fat nobleman screaming at the top of his lungs with anger and clear urgency to leave in his voice but unfortunately he was interrupted by a unimaginable force connecting with his face.
*BOOOOM*
The fat nobleman flew across the hall at monstrous speeds and smacked right into the stairs that led up to a throne, his spine cracking upon the impact of his own weight and the force that made him crash into it.
*SPLAT*
The fat nobleman coughed up blood and a tooth said stutteringly loudly while holding his side in utter pain "Y…YOU."
"SILENCE, ALL OF YOU." Said a old man chocolate skinned man screaming at the top of his lungs, the room rumbling from the deep yellow colored aura that he was emitting.
All the noblemen and advisors in the huge grand hall immediately fell to their knees due the force of the aura pressure and said loudly in unison "YES YOUR ARCHEN."
*BANG*
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THIS WAY IN FRONT OF ME, I OUGHT TO HAVE YOU SENTENCED TO DEATH FOR THIS DISR…HARGH." Said the old man while slamming his fist on the throne and screaming in rage with bloodshot eyes, only to clutch his chest in pain and start coughing heavily in a grand silky linen robe attire adorned with expensive jewelry that would put any billionaires to shame despite how dire the situation looked.
"Y…YOUR ARCHEN." Said the guard stutteringly while running up to the stairs to the throne, stepping right on the fat nobleman's head who had passed out from the sheer shock of the pain.
The old man kept coughing hardly and wheezing while noticing the blood in his right hand and clenched his jaw knowing his time was limited and grabbed a golden cup full of water from a beautiful chocolate skinned servant woman and took a sip out of it and asked with a hoarse voice "Where are my sons."
Suddenly the noblemen started a uproar in the the grand hall and started discussing what their gains and losses could and could not be without shame, knowing it was finally time to discuss who will be the next king.
"SILENCE." Said the mature guard loudly with a little bit of spit flying from his mouth.
The noblemen immediately quieted down with a few muttering at how insolent the guard is acting by just being the king's personal and most trusted guard.
"Where are my sons." Asked the old man again while taking a deep breath too calm himself down.
"Your archen, prince kofi is at his residence enjoying his slave women and as for the prince taye, he is currently helping the warriors fend off the the attack from the whale tribe warriors, but the situation isn't looking good your archen." Said the mature guard with a sigh.
The old man also sighed and said while clenching the armrest of his throne with both of his hands "Send more men to aid him in repelling them and if you need to join the battle then do so, we cannot let them get passed our borders."
"Yes your archen." Said the mature man with a deep bow while taking his leave quickly down the stairs, stepping on the old fat nobleman in the process.
*BOOOOOM*
The double grand doors and half the wall of the throne hall blew open everywhere along with the mature guard who flew across the the throne hall, sliding along the floor with his blue aura colored sword digging into it to help balance himself from the force.
*SPLAT*
The mature guard thew up a mouthful of blood while heaving and thought while looking back at the entrance of the throne hall from feeling the floor shaking "Who dares to disrespect the high archen stephano dongola"
"T…THIS, HOW DARE YOU AMUNKHET, DO YOU INTEND TO REBEL." Said kaelthar screaming stutteringly at the top of his lungs with a complete look of shock on his face from seeing a giant handsome chocolate skinned ripped muscular naked man who stood at a very shocking 20'0 in height with a diamond shaped face, clean shaven well lined up bald head along with no beard, ice blue eyes and nonexistent body hair with it only having eyebrows and eyelashes, framed by a small tuft of smooth pubic hair.
Amunkhar smirked while ducking his head as his frame made its way inside the throne hall and said calmly while making his way towards the middle of it, the floor trembling with each step he took "Brother don't take this personally, I'm just getting rid of the old and ineffective and replacing it with new young and effective ones."
Kaelthars face immediately contorted to one of fury and was about to scream with rage but immediately calmed down and said "So you Intend to rebel against me and become the new king. But do you even know what the consequences of this will be and what it can cause for the kingdom in our current situation by the alodias sacking our borders."
"Bealive me I know brother, but your old, withered and withdrawn and the times have changed and as you can see I've awakened a bloodline which makes me more capable and fit to rule than your weak ass so give up the throne and die like a man." Said amunkhar with a sigh, seemingly getting tired of the conversation already.
Kaelthars eyes turned red and bloodshot with rage and and pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and said loudly in rage while leaping up from his throne and slashing the yellow aura coated dagger at amunkhet's chest "DIE YOU BASTARD."
Amunkhar immediately grabbed kaelthars head and crushed it with monstrous grip strength.
*BOOOM*
*SPLAT*
*Boom*
"Fucking brain juice." Said amunkhet while shaking his right hand with disgust, only to suddenly grip his head in pain.
(Amunkhar's POV)
"FUCK." I said loudly with gritted teeth in pain while holding my forehead as memories of three lives clashed together for dominance inside my mind.
Suddenly I looked down at stephano's body on the floor with a crushed, mushed head and looked down at all the trembling african noblemen in the the throne hall and muttered with confusion under my breath "I'm a 55 year old retired war veteran in the 21st century named sam henderson who died from getting hit by a truck, no I am definitely juan manuel de guzman y habsburg a 20 year old duke of medina sidonia in the year 1557 of the 16th century who was striving to rule all of andalusia and become a archduke and never intended to become a king because he thinks they never seemed to live past the age of 50 and eventually got killed by his sister or wife catalina ynes de guzman y habsburg, no that can't be It, I am most likely amunkhar neferion merivale dorgal-thane a 24 year old general of the elephant calvary of the nubian kingdom of makuria and younger brother to the currently dead king, meriamun dongola and….ARGH."
I held my head again in agonizing pain as the memories started to merge together and become one and thought while opening my ice blue eyes "No I am all of them, it is just that I died 2 times and that this is my third life."
"H…HOW DARE YOU KILL THE ARCHEN." Said the mature man screaming stutteringly at the top of his lungs in rage with his chest heaving up and down.
"Huh." I said confusedly while looking down to my right and seen a middle aged chocolate skinned man in a luxerious leather fur guard attire with a sword in his hand coated in a blue color.
I stared down at the sword in the mature man's hand for a moment and thought "Didn't I die before I could figure out what the hell happened to the world and now I wake up to this shit again.
"Status." I said muttering under my breath, completely ignoring the mature guard who seemed to grow even angrier from it.
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Amunkhar Neferion Merivale Dorgal-thane]
[Race: Human (Sky Giant)]
[Str Lvl: 5th Rank Intermediate Aura User]
[Age: 24]
[Health: Super Healthy]
[Perks: [Perfect Health], [Insight]
[Bloodline: Sky Giant (Fully Awakened)]
[Aura Ability: Atmokinesis]
[Bloodline Ability: Sky Giant Physique]
[Foundation Art: Sky Sword Sutra (5th Rank Intermediate)]
[Titles: [Usurper], [General of The Elephant
Calvary]
[Skills: [Etiquette: Master], [Spearmanship: Advanced], [Intrigue: Master], [Swordsmanship: Guzmán Style (Master)], [Horsemanship: Master], [Daggership: Master], [Multilingual: Master], [Sex: Grandmaster], [Leadership: Master]
[Storage: None]
"Huh." I said confusedly again with my mouth agape a little from the surprise as I looked over my status screen, completely not expecting the sudden shift from what it use to look like.
I looked over my status screen once more to make sure that I didn't miss anything and thought while rubbing my chin "From what I know from my memories the only reason I awakened my past life memories was because I awakened my bloodline so technically if I never awoken it I would have lived a life full of obviousness, how ironic can life be to pull some shit like this because I feel like I'm just a worthless person getting tossed into bodies and wombs"
I sighed while rubbing my forehead, knowing deep on the inside the trigger of my bloodline awakening, soul merging, yes I said soul merging, my soul was tossed into this body that was still forming inside my new mother and hypothetically the original soul was probably unaware and dumb so mines already having years beyond it probably took the opportunity and slowly merged with it which brings me to my current conscious state of being aware with my memories.
"So I killed the original amunkhar" I thought with surprise at my own hypothesis, which could technically be what actually happened if you think deeply into it, but I actually killed a baby.
I immediately shrugged at myself for killing a baby off since there's no point in dwelling over something beyond my control and glanced at my swordsmanship and said under my breath "5th rank interm…"
"STOP IGNORING ME AMUNKHAR, YOU KILLED THE AR…" Said the mature man screaming out of nowhere with rage and suddenly leaped with monstrous speeds at me with a sword coated with a blue aura color.
"SILENCE YOU FOOL." I said loudly with anger, my eyes unexpectedly turning and glowing completely white.
*SKKBOOOOM*
Suddenly lightning shot down straight into the throne hall, turning the mature chocolate skinned man into a charred corpse instantly.
*CLANK*
*Boom*
I watched the mature man's body fall from the air to the floor along with his sword and thought loudly with a agape mouth in shock from not expecting to kill the mature guard at all "WHAT THE FUCK"
I took a deep breath to calm down from all the unexpectedness that was happening and looked back at the nobles and was about to speak but instantly swayed back and forth from sudden dizziness and held my arms out to keep my balance and slowly sat down onto the floor and said with anger while closing my eyes and also just now noticing my distinctive accent "This is fucking annoying."
"L…lord amun…" Said a nobleman's voice out of nowhere, only to be interrupted immediately,
"From now on I will be the new high archen, do any of you object." I said calmly while opening my eyes, immediately seeing that at all of the noblemen in the throne hall were surprisingly prostrating face and body flat on the floor floor lined up in rows.
"Good." I said with squinted eyes as a wide grin took form onto my face.
…
THE END…