In the frozen northern frontier of the Astergran Kingdom, strength is currency—and the Rimehart family has always paid in blood.
Riven Rimehart, the fifth son of the northern margrave, dies at thirty-three on a burning wall. His home is overrun, his family slaughtered, his country’s last shield shattered. In his final moments he learns the their downfall was no noble failure in war, but a long, meticulous act of sabotage by a foreign empire and a spy who had worn a loyal servant’s face for fifteen years.
When Riven’s family ring drinks his blood, time snaps.
He wakes up in his eighteen-year-old body, in a warm bed, in a fortress that has not yet fallen. His parents are alive. His eight siblings are still arguing in the training yard. The ports still trade, the mines still dig, and the empire’s army has not yet marched.
This time, he refuses to let the north burn.
In a land where every noble is expected to master a single weapon, Riven deliberately breaks tradition. Instead of becoming the greatest greatsword user in the frontier like in his first life, he trains with every weapon in his family’s arsenal—spear, bow, twin blades, scythe, war hammer, halberd, daggers and more—using fifteen years of future battle experience to skip the useless drills and learn only what keeps people alive.
On the day of his adulthood, the temple cannot classify him as a mere swordsman.
His job appraisal returns an unknown
【Weapon Master】 A rare, slow-growing class that can reach the peak with any weapon—but only with relentless effort and real combat.
Mocked as unfocused and “jack of all trades,” Riven quietly disappears into a hidden dungeon known only as a the Hall of Drills, a training realm where time flows differently and the trials are designed to break the mind before the body. There he awakens Aura—the power that lets warriors cut through magic itself—and begins to forge his own “Field,” an Axis of will that can resist even a General’s world-bending Domain.
While he sharpens himself, the enemy moves in the shadows.
The Vargard Empire wants more than winter ports and ore. Through its Ashfang Bureau, it is - staging fake riots in the mines, - preparing “accidents” at the harbor, - forging letters and ledgers to make the loyal Rimeharts look like traitors, - and using a murdered steward’s face to steer the household from within.
Riven alone remembers the order in which his home was dismantled.
To protect his family and keep the north in Astergran hands, he
- quietly expose the false steward without spooking his handlers, - crush the empire’s layered plots in the port, the mines, and the ice-road before they ignite, - master enough weapons to fill every gap in his family’s battle line, - and, in the final war, stand his ground as an Axis against a General whose Domain can turn mountains into artillery.
This is not a story about becoming the strongest for fun.
It is the story of a man who already watched the world end once, then came back fifteen years to make sure it doesn’t happen again—no matter how heavy the sword he has to carry.
Perfect for readers who - regression / return-to-the-past fantasy - all-weapon “Weapon Master” protagonists - military fantasy with politics and family bonds - overpowered growth that still feels earned