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The Great Northern Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. 'These cursed chains weren't something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

Lee Seong-jun, ascending to the position of the Demon God that made even the divine realm tremble in fear, had grasped everything. The reverence of countless people beyond measure, wealth in gold and silver that couldn't be exhausted in a lifetime, and absolute power that could change the map of the continent with a single word. 'But they're all false.' People merely pretended to revere him, offered sacrifices, and bowed their heads only to protect their own interests and vested rights. There was no one who truly became 'his ally' without expecting anything in return, like his family. 'It seems I have everything, but in the end, I have nothing.' That's why he will return. To Earth, which he had longed for a long time, to the embrace of his precious family. He will correct his past incompetent and foolish actions and seek out what true happiness is.