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Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) · Oct 04, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-10-04
302 Chapter 302 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-10-04
303 Chapter 303 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-10-04
304 Chapter 304 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-10-04
305 Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-10-04
306 Chapter 306 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-10-04
307 Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-10-04
308 Chapter 308 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-10-04
309 Chapter 309 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-10-04
310 Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-10-04
311 Chapter 311 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-10-04
312 Chapter 312 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-10-04
313 Chapter 313 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-10-04
314 Chapter 314 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-10-04
315 Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-10-04
316 Chapter 316 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-10-04
317 Chapter 317 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-10-04
318 Chapter 318 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-10-04
319 Chapter 319 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-10-04
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-10-04
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-10-04
322 Chapter 322: The Heirʼs Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-10-04
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-10-04
324 Chapter 324: The Devilʼs Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-10-04
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-10-04
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-10-04
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-10-04
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-10-04
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-10-04
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-10-04
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-10-04
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-10-04
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-10-04
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-10-04
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-10-04
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-10-04
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-10-04
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-10-04
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-10-04
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-10-04
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-10-04
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-10-04
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-10-04
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-10-04
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-10-04
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-10-04
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-10-04
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-10-04
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-10-04
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-10-04

Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 )

Klimbertʼs fingers traced the edges of his map, eyes gleaming with hunger.

Four regions.

West.

East.

North.

South.

Once he claimed them all—

His territory would double in size.

And Klimbert would no longer be a mere Viscount.

His land would surpass Armand.

His influence would rival the Kingʼs.

He grinned.

”Anem.”

”Yes, my lord?”

”Status on our farming?”

Anem opened a ledger, scanning through the reports.

”Our crops are stable. We have enough food to sustain our forces and the people.”

He flipped a page.

”However, with the increase in military training, our grain reserves are depleting faster than usual. If we proceed with the invasion plans, we may need to secure additional farmlands.”

Klimbert chuckled.

”Thatʼs exactly why I need those four regions.”

Anem nodded.

”Once acquired, they will provide the necessary land to sustain a larger army.”

Klimbert leaned back, satisfaction in his expression.

Everything was falling into place.

Klimbert tapped his fingers against the table, deep in thought.

”Anem.”

”Yes, my lord?”

”For now, focus on the mission.”

His smirk widened.

”Tell our overseers to open more land for farming. Double the production.”

”…And with our knowledge of waterways—”

He paused, grinning.

Klimbert wasnʼt foolish enough to claim credit outright.

The water management systems Armand had implemented?

Klimbertʼs men had studied them carefully—long before the war.

They hadnʼt stolen the exact methods.

No—that would be too obvious.

Instead—they had adapted the ideas, twisting them into something uniquely their own.

Not a copy.

But an ”inspired innovation.”

A loophole in theft.

Klimbert laughed to himself.

”Use that knowledge. Expand the irrigation systems. Make sure our lands thrive while the rest of the kingdom suffers from war.”

Anem bowed.

”It shall be done, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back, eyes gleaming.

Armand may have created the method—

But he would use it to build an empire.

Klimbert grinned, his fingers tapping the desk rhythmically.

”And Anem—Use only local workers.”

Anem raised an eyebrow but nodded.

”A precaution, my lord?”

Klimbert smirked.

”Of course. Look at Garius. He only uses his own people—no outsiders, no unnecessary risks.”

His eyes gleamed with calculation.

”And look at how effective that is.”

Armandʼs defenses had never been breached.

Their industries thrived.

Their people were loyal.

And Klimbert would do the same—but better.

”Only our people will work these lands.”

”Only our people will benefit.”

”Only our people will hold power.”

No outsiders.

No foreign merchants interfering.

No workers from other lands sneaking in, bringing in spies or rival interests.

This would be a nation built by Klimbertʼs hands—

And ruled by his will alone.

Anem bowed respectfully.

”I will see to it personally, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back in satisfaction.

Step by step—

He was laying the foundation for something greater.

Klimbert grinned, confidence burning in his eyes.

He clenched his fist, looking over the grand map of his future empire.

”Heh… just you wait, Garius.”

”I will be better than you.”

Klimbert turned, his smirk widening.

”Ensure our people—especially the talented ones—are trained as scouts, warriors, and specialists.”

His eyes gleamed with hunger.

”We need every talent we can get. If we want to rise above the rest, we must strive for power.”

Anem bowed deeply.

”It will be done, my lord.”

Klimbert exhaled, gripping the edge of his desk.

This was only the beginning.

His foundation was set.

Klimbert gritted his teeth, his smirk fading into a cold sneer.

”And Anem—Train those stupid sons of mine.”

His voice dripped with irritation.

”If they refuse to listen to you… then they are of no use to me.”

Weak men had no place in his future.

His sons would either become assets to his growing power—

Or they would be discarded.

Anem remained calm, nodding in understanding.

”And if I see any talent among your grandsons, my lord?”

Klimbert paused.

Then—his grin returned.

”Hah… If they show promise, nurture them.”

He leaned back, eyes dark with ambition.

”My sons may be worthless, but my grandsons… they still have a chance.”

Anem bowed.

”I will see to it personally, my lord.”

Klimbert chuckled, resting his chin on his hand.

”Good.”

If his own sons failed him…

Then he would skip a generation.

Because in his world—only the strong were worthy of carrying his legacy.

Klimbert leaned forward, his fingers tapping against his chairʼs armrest.

His mind was already calculating the next steps.

The future of his region wouldnʼt wait.

He turned his gaze toward the elite guards standing at attention.

”Call General Mushka and the regional overseers.”

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight of command.

The guards bowed sharply.

”At once, my lord.”

Without hesitation, they marched out, their footsteps echoing through the grand halls of the Klimbert estate.

Klimbert leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips.

The pieces were moving.

And soon—his ambitions would take shape.

Klimbert scoffed, his fingers curling into a fist.

The other nobles—

The Dukes, the Marquises, the Counts—

All of them were fools.

But he was different.

He was not weak.

He did not make reckless moves.

He did not bow to the whims of others.

The only true challenge before him…

Garius De Armand.

Klimbert grinned darkly.

If Garius was his only obstacle…

Then he would simply use Gariusʼ own strength against him.

Take what knowledge he could steal from Armand.

Study their advancements.

Adapt them for his own region.

Improve them—twist them into something even greater.

With each innovation he took and refined, his land would thrive.

And as Armand remained isolated, refusing to expand…

Klimbert would grow.

Stronger.

Richer.

More powerful.

He turned toward the grand map of his region, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

One day…

One day, his land would be more than just a Viscounty.

More than just a nobleʼs domain.

He would rise above them all.

And when the time was right—

Klimbert would become his own ruler.

A king of his own making.

No more lords above him.

No more petty noble alliances.

Only him—standing above all.

The sovereign of a kingdom built by his own hands.

Klimbert grinned, his ambition burning like fire.

One day… it would all be his.

Klimbert stood, his breath heavy with anticipation.

His hands trembled with excitement.

His dream—his rightful destiny—was within reach.

”Soon… SOON!”

His voice echoed through the chamber, filled with unshaken resolve.

”I will have everything Iʼve ever wanted!”

No more submission.

No more bowing.

No more answering to the so-called ʼhigher nobility.ʼ

He gritted his teeth, his expression dark.

”No more submitting to those damn dukes—just because they share royal blood.”

The kingʼs family—

The dukes, marquises, and their pathetic alliances—

They were his true chains.

They had ruled unchecked for generations, treating lesser nobles like tools and pawns.

But Klimbert…?

He would not remain a pawn.

He would flip the board.

He would become something far greater.

His eyes burned with determination as he stared at the map before him.

Every move, every stolen idea, every careful expansion—

It was all for this.

A kingdom of his own.

One where he answered to no one.

One where he ruled with absolute power.

Klimbertʼs lips curled into a wicked grin.

”Just wait.”

”Watch me rise.”

”And when I do… the world will bow to me.”

( End of Chapter )

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