Supreme Ruler: Reincarnated as the Emperor's Bastard Son

'Ah! I am Finally dying'

Ashoka thought as he felt the hard rope pressing against his neck.

It was after two years in prison that he was finally hanged to death.

'I would have preferred if they had killed them with sleeping pills, but I guess I don't get to decide.'

It was pretty crazy that an imprisoned convict was smiling from ear to ear while the executioner was covering his face with black clothes.

It was giving a chill to the officers who were watching the execution.

finally, the rope was tied and the executioner pulled the lever.

'....'

But, something was amiss.

'I should have felt pain right? Am I already dead?'

Ashoka wondered before noticing something else.

'Is it normal to hear a baby's cries as you die…?'

Ashoka thought to himself.

He just gave his neck to the rope and maybe the executioner already pulled the lever, maybe he was already dead.

He didn't know.

But he was hearing the cries of a baby.

'Who bought a baby to the Execution place? At least let me die in peace, you bastards'

He cursed aloud but the cries of the baby didn't stop.

'Damn it! I was having a movement thinking about my mom, why the hell is this baby crying like that.'

Waaaaaaah!

The wail was getting louder and louder.

It wouldn't surprise him if the baby died from crying at the top of its lungs.

'These bastards are not even letting me die peacefully, ah....'. He cursed the officers.

His vision was filled with darkness.

There was no sign of the baby stopping.

As he endured the screams of the annoying baby, Ashoka wondered why he wasn't dead yet.

Not only had he received a death sentence from the law, but he had also even given his neck to the rope while the execution covered his face in black cloth and went to pull the lever.

'Did the executioner trip over and fall? no, no, what the hell am I thinking?'

Some random thoughts were getting into his head when he noticed it.

'Wait a minute, the sound is coming from my left!'

He couldn't understand what was happening.

He tried to open his eyes.

It was hard, but he managed to slightly open his eyes.

Light!

wasn't he covered in black clothes? but now he could see the light.

Gradually, the vision cleared and he was able to see it.

'Balloon? No...wait! are those boobs?'

Ashoka was so surprised that he let out a shout.

But instead, what he heard were just a baby's cries.

And he was the one letting out those cries.

Today,14th in the month of Dragon, year 304th in the calendar of Chronos.

The Second son of Moonlight lady, Chandralekha, and Emperor Bindusara Maurya who ruled over the great Mauryan, Ashoka Maurya, was born.

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A hundred days had passed since his rebirth.

Ashoka could now skillfully crawl around, and he had no choice but to accept the truth unfolding before him.

He had been reincarnated after his death.

There was no other explanation.

And there was something else that he had discovered in these hundred days.

At first, he thought, he was reborn in the ancient civilization of Earth when the kings ruled over the lands but after observing his surroundings for some time, he realized that it wasn't the case.

Why? Because he saw with his own eyes the servants warming up water with fire magic, cleaning his sh*t with water magic, changing his clothes using wind magic, and so on.

so, he realized there is no way it is earth.

And he was right!

He still didn't know where he was, but what he discovered from the murmuring of servants was that apparently, he was the son of the Emperor.

Although, a bastard!

That's right! his mother Chandralekha was not the official queen but a concubine of the Emperor.

But this fact made Ashoka overjoyed since he knew even though he was a bastard, he was the son of the Emperor.

'That means I am crazy rich!'

That was all there was in his mind.

Though he sometimes felt lonely and bored being in the body of an infant, his loving mother and his sweet overprotective grandpa who came to play with him regularly made it bearable.

more than that, there was someone else to accompany him at all times.

'Blondy'

That's what he called his twin.

They were nearly identical, but Ashoka had black hair and black eyes where as he had blond hair and red eyes.

But it was very annoying to stay with him since he cried all the time without even giving a brake.

But except that it was bearable.

His loving mother and grandmother, his grandfather, who was a simp for his grandkids, and the beautiful physicians who were looking after them, it was a pretty nice experience for Ashoka.

Although sometimes he felt his consciousness poking at him, like when he was breastfed, or when he was receiving the affection of people.

He felt like he was deceiving them.

But there was no way he could explain it to others, as he could barely form any words.

'And even if I tell people after I become 5 years old, no one would believe that I have twenty-one years' worth of memories in my head.'

They would just dismiss it as a child's joke or delusion.

If he were to mention the detailed history or secrets of the family, then some people could potentially believe him. However, the chances of him being treated as a cursed child were extremely high.

Therefore, Ashoka was once again destined to live as the bastard son of the Emperor.

But he felt that it was an incredible privilege.

Most people living in the world would find it hard to have three meals a day, but being the son of the emperor he could eat and have fun all day without any worries.

After all, that's what he asked the god before his death.

'I don't know if you exist, but thank you so much, dear God!'

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