Emperor of the Borderlands

"Honor is the true measure of a man." On this principle I built a powerful empire, united disparate lands, and destroyed the greatest threat to our world. I died as a true warrior should: in battle. But instead of being granted a well-earned rest, I awoke on the border of a foreign kingdom, in the body of a noble-born outcast-with a noose around my neck. Never mind if all that remains of my former greatness is a memory. Give me any backwater farm and I will turn it into a formidable stronghold! Give me any scruffy band of scoundrels and they will become the backbone of my new army! My experience, my knowledge, and my memories remain with me. Still, time is pressing. In the forests of this world, I encounter old foes: the same creatures that once nearly destroyed my kingdom. They have infiltrated even here. And only I, who know their nature, can stop them before it is too late. A new empire must rise, or this world will fall.

"Power is given to those who are willing to accept responsibility." My village expands, my men master martial arts, and my magic grows ever stronger. But my enemies are also hard at work-an interrogator spreading false accusations, a monster hunting down the innocent, and a highborn countess who wants my head. But there''s one thing they don't understand: every trial hardens me and every enemy only makes me stronger. With each passing day, more and more people learn my name. With each ritual, my magic becomes more powerful. With each victory, more allies join my side. My goal remains unchanged: transforming this disparate and divided backwater into a unified bastion against the encroaching darkness.