Frostborne Returns: Invincible Snow Lord
Fifteen centuries of silence.
Kael von Everfrost was meant to rule. On the night of his coronation, as his people celebrated, the empire’s greatest enemy struck. The kingdom burned, its people slaughtered. Kael fled, only to be sealed in ice, trapped in an eternal slumber.
1,500 years later.
Magic is gone. The world has evolved through technology, war, and greed. And it’s all Kael’s system’s fault.
The Invincible Snow Sovereign System, meant to activate upon his ascension, lay dormant. To awaken, it absorbed the earth’s mana, erasing magic from existence.
Deep within an ancient ice cavern, untouched by time, a system notification appears—
[Ding!] System awakening complete. Forced revival initiated.
The ice shatters. Kael awakens. His empire is gone. His people are forgotten. The throne meant to be his is dust.
The world thinks monarchs are dead.
The world believes magic is lost.
The world assumes it has no master.
They are all wrong.
With absolute wealth, a system that rewards dominion, and the fury of a prince robbed of his legacy, Kael will rebuild his empire, claim the world, and become invincible.
The Everfrost name was erased. He will carve it back in ice and blood.
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Chapter: Chapter 13: Unmasking The Priceless The morning sun crept gently through the tall glass panes of NovaCore’s executive floor, casting golden light across polished marble and shadows that stretched like soft strokes on a canvas. The city buzzed faintly below, a distant hum of awakening life. Inside the office, Kael sat in quiet stillness. The high-backed leather chair bore his frame like a throne. Draped in a tailored black shirt with crisp silver cuffs, Kael rested his elbow on the armrest, fingers curled near his chin, eyes unreadable. His gaze fixed on nothing and everything. Across the room, Aaron cradled a steaming mug of coffee, its aroma subtle but grounding. He took a sip, sighing with content. “The silence in here makes this taste even better,” he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. Harold Vance stood respectfully to the side, aged but sharp in a navy suit, eyes focused, posture straight. Waiting. Kael's voice cut through the calm, low and composed. “I want a brand. One that commands attention—not by
Last Updated: 2025-04-13
Chapter: Chapter 13: Unmasking The Priceless The morning sun crept gently through the tall glass panes of NovaCore’s executive floor, casting golden light across polished marble and shadows that stretched like soft strokes on a canvas. The city buzzed faintly below, a distant hum of awakening life.Inside the office, Kael sat in quiet stillness.The high-backed leather chair bore his frame like a throne. Draped in a tailored black shirt with crisp silver cuffs, Kael rested his elbow on the armrest, fingers curled near his chin, eyes unreadable. His gaze fixed on nothing and everything.Across the room, Aaron cradled a steaming mug of coffee, its aroma subtle but grounding. He took a sip, sighing with content. “The silence in here makes this taste even better,” he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.Harold Vance stood respectfully to the side, aged but sharp in a navy suit, eyes focused, posture straight. Waiting.Kael's voice cut through the calm, low and composed. “I want a
Last Updated: 2025-04-13
Chapter: Chapter 12: The Materials For Restoration The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of NovaCore’s office, casting soft golden rays over the polished floors and scattered papers that littered the desks. The stillness of the room was broken only by the soft hum of the air system and the distant rumble of traffic from outside. Kael was already sitting up, his body stiff and tired, leaning back in the plush office chair, his fingers tapping idly on the desk. His coat, which he had used as a makeshift blanket, had slipped off during the night and now lay crumpled on the floor. He squinted at the fragments of the relic, still carefully arranged on the desk in front of him, his thoughts distant. Across the room, Aaron groaned as he slowly sat up, rubbing his temples with a pained expression. The remnants of sleep clung to him, his movements sluggish as he tried to gather himself. The night had definitely taken its toll. “Ugh... What even happened last night?” Aaron mumbled, his voice thick with the remnants of sle
Last Updated: 2025-04-10
Chapter: Chapter 11: The Last Piece The sun dipped low as Kael and Aaron stepped out of the cab and into the familiar courtyard of NovaCore. The once-abandoned building now pulsed with a faint energy, thanks to Kael’s growing influence and the system's subtle enhancements. The icy wind brushed against their coats, a reminder of the city’s ever-present chill. As they walked through the halls, Harold Vance, the acting director, hurried over. “Sir Kael,” Harold said, offering a crisp salute. “This came while you were out.” He handed over a sleek black envelope embossed with gold. Kael opened it carefully. An invitation. “To the Grand 72nd Birthday Banquet of Damian Whitmore.” Aaron blinked. “Oh damn, I forgot today was his birthday.” “You know him?” Kael asked, intrigued. “Yeah,” Aaron nodded. “Damian Whitmore—Rosa and Julian’s grandfather. He’s kind of a legend in the antique circles. Their family practically wrote the book on antique trade in Eryndor.” Kael’s gaze sharpened. “I take it you’re invited too?
Last Updated: 2025-04-06
Chapter: Chapter 10: Fragment of Fate Kael and Aaron arrived at Eldoria Antiques, a shop renowned for its vast collection of rare relics, artifacts, and antiques. The shop had an air of mystery, with ancient scrolls, rusted weapons, and forgotten treasures lining its shelves. The scent of aged parchment and polished wood filled the air as they stepped inside. Jason Hayes, the shop’s owner, sat behind a polished oak counter, examining an old coin through a magnifying glass. His sharp eyes traced the intricate engravings, a soft hum escaping his lips as he assessed its authenticity. The dim lighting of the shop cast a warm glow on the antique-strewn shelves behind him. He turned the coin over once more before setting it down on a velvet cloth. Hearing the chime of the entrance bell, he looked up, his keen merchant instincts recognizing Aaron immediately. A grin spread across his face as he set the magnifying glass aside. “Aaron, my friend! What brings you here today?” Aaron stepped forward with a casual grin, clasping J
Last Updated: 2025-04-03
Chapter: Chapter 9: Treasure Hunt The sun hung low in the sky as Kael and Aaron stepped into a street bustling with merchants selling all kinds of so-called "antiques." Stalls stretched along both sides, displaying old trinkets, rusted swords, faded manuscripts, and supposed relics of lost civilizations. The air carried the scent of aged parchment, mixed with the metallic tang of old coins. As they strolled, a familiar chime echoed in Kael’s mind. [Side Mission: Treasure Hunt] Objective: Find and Acquire a 1000+ Year-Old Relic Rewards: $500,000 – A substantial financial boost for future endeavors. Antique Knowledge – Mastery over antique appraisal, restoration methods, material composition analysis, and the ability to discern genuine artifacts from forgeries. History Knowledge – Deep insight into ancient civilizations, lost dynasties, forgotten legends, and the historical significance of relics across different cultures. 1000 System Points – Points that can be used to unlock system functions, upgrade abilities
Last Updated: 2025-03-24
