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The Last Servant Rebirth

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“Some say certain bloodlines are born to serve. But what if the last heir breaks the chain around his neck?” For centuries, the same family served the same masters. Loyalty was an inheritance. Submission, a virtue. Until the time came for him. A servant bearing the burden of his ancestors on his shoulders. But he came not to make peace with the past — but to confront it. No longer taking orders, but giving them. Determined to prove that power comes not only from lineage, but from will. But in the end, will he become as merciless as the masters… or will he be the first in history to write his own destiny? “Can one born a slave become a king?” This is not just a story of a rise; it’s a battle against the past, the system, and the fate written for him.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: "The Servant's Silence"

No one lifts their head when they hear my name. Because we are the kind of people whose names only our masters should utter.

My grandfather, my father, and I... three generations bowing at the same door. We watch the same table from afar. Heads lowered, obeying the same orders. For centuries, our lineage has served a single royal family. Before my grandfather died, he left one thing to my father: service. And what my father plans to leave me is no different. At least, that's what he believes.

But what about me? I believe this legacy must end.

"Lords are approaching the great hall! Servants, prepare yourselves!" A voice echoed from above. My father stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me and the others. With half-white, half-black hair, he seemed born for this role. And he wanted me to be the same. But I have no desire to be the master of servants. I want to be the master of everything. This system... will fall. And I will rise from the lowest floor to the highest throne.

"You were born to lead the servants, my son. Yet you don't even try."

"Because I was not born for that," I said. "I don't want my hands stained with crumbs."

"Our ancestors—"

"We are all servants. Leaders of servants. Yours, his, and those before them. Yes, they are all our ancestors. I know."

"That is our purpose."

"That's your purpose, Father. As for me... I've always thought I would be someone you despise. Someone you avoid speaking about."

"That man's name will never be mentioned in this house!"

"There is nothing left worth talking about. My mother, my uncle, my aunt... This house has only taken from us."

Without saying more, he turned his back. But I knew... he felt the same pain. I have seen generations crumble under betrayal, power struggles, and silent wars. Since childhood, my family has served the nobles. Those "nobles"... They took pride in their names. They descended from sultans. But they were blind to humanity. Only one man refused to kneel. Uncle Kara. He never bowed to any noble or rebel. He wanted freedom. Not to serve hands and feet...

To be himself. But nobles live by one rule: "Feet must never rise above the head." That rule killed him. To my father and grandfather, he was a heretic. A shameful memory. And my father's greatest fear... is that I become just like him. Every day, he tries to crush that part inside me. Because I am the only son. The only one to bear this burden. Unless there is another child. But knowing him, that's unlikely. Very disciplined. Very loyal.

Dinner was over. The hall emptied. Finally, I returned to the servants' quarters and shed those cursed clothes. I stood before the mirror. Removed the bow tie from my neck.

That thing... a silent shackle. Binding us to them. It was still early. My duties were done. And freedom—at least the little I had—was mine. Most servants felt the same. Only the "special servants" remained. The personal shadows of nobles. To think for them. To sleep for them. To live for them.

Thankfully, I was assigned only to the hall and kitchen. If I were one of them, the collar would never come off. That night, I stared into the mirror for a long time. What I saw was not a servant... but someone on the verge of breaking their chains. Maybe this life was never meant for me. But I will write my own. From now on, I will not only serve. I will exist. No matter the cost.