Year: 2126.

The only sign of life in the room was the rhythmic, soulless beeping of the heart monitor. The man lying in the bed resembled the withered trunk of an old tree, clinging to the final moments of his 126-year-long life.

Former Colonel Morvath.

Despite the dozens of medals adorning his chest and his countless victories, he had always been a figure feared by the high command. The reason he never attained the rank of General was not a lack of talent; it was the pure, unadulterated darkness harbored within his mind. For Morvath, his soldiers had never been human beings; they were merely expendable pawns on a massive chessboard. His tactical doctrines were so ruthless, his thirst for conquest so savage, and his maneuvers so brutal that the military establishment had deliberately trapped him beneath a glass ceiling. Granting absolute General authority to a man like Morvath would have been equivalent to inviting a global catastrophe.

And now, his dream of commanding unstoppable legions and redrawing world maps with blood was shattering in this sterile hospital room. In his final wheezing breaths, he felt no sorrow—only a cold, burning rage. Like an unfinished symphony, he burned with a longing for the lands he had never managed to conquer.

The line on the monitor flattened. A long, continuous tone filled the room. Colonel Morvath was dead.

However, dark ambitions do not simply vanish with a man's death.

When Morvath's eyes snapped open once again, the unbearable stiffness of his 126-year-old bones was gone. Instead, his chest rose and fell with the vitality and boundless energy of an 18-year-old. The blood flowing through his veins was fresh, powerful, and ambitious. Before him lay no modern restrictions or political obstacles; on the contrary, there was a vast, wild world waiting to be explored and brought to its knees.

The System had not just given him a second chance; it had handed him a bloody canvas to complete his masterpiece. This time, there were no chains, no high ranks, and no trivial details to hold him back.

It was time to unleash the corruption within him, to conquer every inch of land his eyes could see, and to sow the seeds of a lineage that would endure until the end of time.

Royal Road https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/179675/bloodline-the-eternal-patriarch , Webnovel

What to expect :

A ruthless, cold character.

Kingdom building.

A long-term, slow-paced journey.

The MC is merciless; he only helps with

tasks that directly benefit him.

Continental and universal wars.

5-6 chapters a week.