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System Rewrite: I Swapped Places With SSS Rank Hero

He was a predator in a suit, a puppet master who had just pulled the strings to win the ultimate prize: the presidency. At forty years old, Arthur Sterling stood at the apex of worldly power, his victory speech ready, his enemies crushed beneath his heel. ​But at the very peak of his triumph, a different world claimed him. ​He was violently ripped from his reality and thrust into the body of Kaelan, the SSS-Rank "Hero" in his final battle against the greatest villain. Armed with a lifetime of political savagery but zero combat skills, he faced the villain and was unceremoniously slain. ​Yet, death was not the end. ​His new comrades sacrificed everything to save his body, entombing him in a secret desert oasis. One hundred years later, he awakens. He is no longer the max-level hero. He is Level 1. The world he once saw for a fleeting moment is now a dystopia, utterly conquered and reshaped by the triumphant villain. Hope is a forgotten currency. ​But Arthur Sterling is not empty-handed. He awakens with a unique System, one that twists the very concept of power: ​[The Sovereign's System] ​A system that cares nothing for heroic virtues or holy light. It is a system of domination. It turns political manipulation into lethal skills, transforms backroom deals into binding contracts of power, and allows him to build a legion not through loyalty, but through leverage, blackmail, and calculated fear. ​Now, with a fallen queen clinging to a lost cause, a brutish but loyal berserker, and a treacherous minister as his only 'allies,' Arthur must do what he does best: climb. He has no interest in being a hero or saving the world. He just lost one throne, and he's found a new, bigger one to claim.
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The Shadow of Immortality

The feeling was fleeting, sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where his past should have been. A beautiful face he once loved… now mere grains of sand slipping through Clark's fingers. All that remained for him now was his name: Clark. This forgetting was incredibly potent. Clark felt an intense headache in every pore of his head. He began to see his surroundings. He was wearing rusty metal armor. When he looked ahead, he saw a strange man. He was calm, holding a nearly empty bottle of liquor. This man had lit a fire and was sitting beside it. Next to him was a rotting, dead corpse. The stench of blood was piercing, revolting to Clark's senses. Clark was tense, his hand on the sword beside him. He didn't understand why, but it was the survival instinct within him. The man looked at Clark. His voice was unsettlingly calm. • "Don't trouble yourself reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him, I found him like this with an empty bottle." Clark ignored the dizziness and sat beside the man, his hand still on the hilt. Clark's voice sounded as if his vocal cords were frayed from hunger. • "Who are you? What is this place?" • "My name is Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only breathing thing. So I dragged you here." I was hoping you had answers. About me. About any of this." Clark's expression froze. He hadn't comprehended that he had amnesia. "What do you mean 'about you'?" Jin replied with a helpless smile. "I don't know. I've lost… everything. All that's left for me is instinct. The need to survive. That's all." Enjoy reading it!
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