
by Glitchstart
The universe knows King Zarek as a god-like tyrant who conquered eighty percent of the known stars. They think he has simply grown quieter. They have no idea. A nameless slave from Earth now sits on the most powerful throne in existence, bound there by a queen who finds the whole arrangement quietly amusing. He has no freedom. He has no name. He has no way out. What he has is a dead tyrant's face, a dead tyrant's power, and one stubborn reason to use both. The stars have never had a ruler quite like this. They just don't know it yet.
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|---|---|---|
| 0 | The slave | 0 |
| 1 | The Body | 0 |