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Attack on Titan: Rumbling Across the Worlds

In the Liberio internment zone, Eldian prodigy Roger Eikam—once the front-runner to inherit the Jaw Titan—has his future destroyed when Porco rams him off a cliff during training, leaving him crippled and disqualified by Marley’s ruthless standards. Roger clings to one hope: saving his cancer-stricken grandmother with the privileges that come with Titan power. When she’s “disposed of” by Marleyan soldiers under a plague pretext, his grief hardens into vengeance. The current Jaw Titan inheritor, Anderson (disillusioned with Marley), quietly offers Roger a forbidden path: attend the official inheritance ceremony with a syringe of Titan spinal fluid and seize the Jaw Titan amid the chaos. Meanwhile, officer Magath—who recognizes Roger’s terrifying talent—locks down the site, and candidate Marcel reveals a devastating twist: Anderson allegedly pre-exposed Roger’s plan to the military. Torn by betrayal and rage, Roger pushes past despair with unexpected help from a loyal, naïve Reiner, who literally carries him to the outskirts to witness the ceremony. Cornered at the handover ground—where the six chosen heirs (Bertholdt, Annie, Marcel, Reiner, Pieck, Zeke) await—Roger injects the fluid. The transformation detonates like a blast: an unprecedented giant rises, dwarfing tents and shaking the earth. Even Zeke and Ksaver are stunned, recognizing the size as something beyond a normal Colossal Titan. As Anderson submits to his fate and urges Roger to “carry my will,” the ceremony explodes into pandemonium, and Roger’s vow crystallizes: if Marley still stands in ten years, it means he’s already dead—because he will make them all feel the pain they inflicted.
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The Defiant Prince: The Second Dance

"That story of the Ice Dragon," Daeron said, "Those were the first words my brother had said to me in months, and it wasn't because of any row or absence from the Red Keep. It was simply because he hadn't cared to." His stance was rigid below the indifferent stars that shone above them. "I wanted a brother, but he didn't want me, and now I'm going to take everything he has." The night air tingled against the back of his neck. He did not waste words or his breath on a past that cannot be changed. "Everything, Your Grace?" "Yes," The word was as cold and sharp as a blade. "Do you believe it is considered kinslaying to wage war against your brother?" He asked mildly, "To raise your sword against him even if it's to parry a deathblow from your own kin." He never waited for Barristan to answer his question. "Whether we die by each other's hands or not, it does not matter. We have condemned one another. Not just our own lives, but those of our line." That was when Daeron turned abruptly, shifting his attention solely on Barristan. "A kinslayer is one who is cursed forever, but my family's history is written in the blood of our own kin." His eyes narrowed in thought. "But still we reign over all of Westeros," the rubies in his crown glowed like lit embers above his head. "And you still serve me, follow me." You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
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