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Rosana of KAC: The Hunt After Reset to keep the Prince Tittle

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Article Publish : 08/04/2025 19:57
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Rosana of KAC: The Hunt After Reset



In the seven kingdoms of Westeros, when kingdoms had just begun to breathe again, and the battlefields turned quiet from exhaustion after the bloodshed caused by the unbubble castles, Rosana remained awake not because she couldn’t sleep or insomnia, but because she refused to let it end. Every Monday brings a different kind of terror—the 5% merit decrease. It wasn’t much, but for those walking the edge of the top 100 prince ranking, it was a silent killer for them. One moment you’re in the ranks of princes, and the next, you're slipping into non-Prince ranked, no second chances, but to wait for next week to earn merit in 100 before the Monday reset. That morning, when the system reset, Rosana checked her rank—still barely holding on at 67. But she knew by next week's merit decreased or some gained merit, her name might be gone from the list forever. The clock was ticking, and the merit must flow for this, you have to spill blood.




She mounted her war-dragon Noir and pointed her dragon towards Kingdom 277, a realm caught in with many unbubble castles, unaware that someone like her would be looking at them from the shadows. But Rosana had a mission—to increase her merit to save her prince title crown. She wasn’t here for revenge or power. She was here because the fire for the Prince Rank title in her chest wouldn’t let her go quietly.




Her first hit was swift and precise. Googlee, an unsuspecting F2P lord with 2 million troops on the wall, sat unbubbled and unguarded. Rosana took one look at his commanders—Merrell, Arslan, Gorell, Sheila, Arya Stark—all free-to-play. She didn’t even hesitate to hit small players. Her female formation, Daenerys Targaryen, took the lead with dragons breathing fire, accompanied by Annie, Leila, Salma, and Margaery Tyrell. They surged through the gates like a storm out of myth, and in one devastating clash, Googlee was wiped out. His troops were crushed, and his lord was taken. Not even a hard resistance. Just smoke, silence, just merit for Rosanna.



But this wasn't a mercy campaign. It was survival to save the crown. Davenyi was next—a small but stubborn F2P with 1.5 million troops on the wall. Her scouts reported similar commanders. Another standard defense. But Davenyi had one thing Googlee didn’t—positioning. His castle sat tucked behind another farm castle, perhaps hoping to be mistaken considered as farms . She circled him, flanked him from the side, and launched her attack with 1.4 million Cavs troops. The hit was clean. No surprises. Another castle burned, another lord locked in chains, and more merit safely stored in her name. Still, Rosana’s merit hadn’t moved much. She was just barely staying even against the decay. It wasn’t enough.




The real news came minutes later. The whispers across kingdom chat warned of a New unbubble castle—the one called DanAas, rumored to have 1.9 million troops on its wall, but still using F2P formations. Rosanna had seen too many overconfident merit hunters get crushed by pure numbers. Still, she couldn’t afford to skip him. She reviewed the scouting reports—commanders like Jeane, Sheila, Arslan again. Too familiar. Too predictable. And that made him vulnerable. But the 1.9 million troops? That made him easy to be a target and favourable to Hit.




She prepared like it was her last march. Buffs lit up across the screen—attack, defense, speed, health, march size. Her dragon,Noir, roared awake. Her Daenerys burned brighter. This wasn’t a casual hit. She struck hard and fast. The first hit broke nearly .9 million troops. The fire that erupted from his castle wasn’t just in-game animation—it was symbolic. A warning to every other F2P who thought troop count alone could protect them.




And yet… Rosana wasn’t done.


Her scouts picked up one last target that could push her merit past the decay margin—Cupidon77 of the bLS alliance. Unlike the others, Cupidon77 held real power. His wall was with 13 million troops, and his commanders, while technically F2P, were placed with tactical mistakes—Jeane for the stun as beauty, Robb Stark for cavalry charge, Arslan and Gorell for the spear line, and Barrett for infantry. This wasn’t going to be a one-hit wonder. This would be a full-scale battle.




Rosana struck with the same female line. First hit—7.5 million troops down. She blinked at the report. He didn’t bubble. He didn’t reinforce. Second hit—almost 5 million more gone, but still, the lord resisted. Her castle began to draw attention. Nearby bLS scouts appeared, watching, but not acting. They were afraid to get pulled into her fire. Then came her final march—the last 2.5 million troops fell, and with it, cupidon77’s pride. His castle went dark. His lord was captured. His alliance? Silent.




K277 was quiet once more. But this time, the silence spoke of fear.


And Rosana… She didn’t stop to celebrate. She opened her merit ranking. She watched the number rise. She smiled—not because she was safe, but because she had bought herself one more week. One more chance to chase that Prince title. One more step closer to becoming a legend not for her strength, but for her persistence in the face of decay.




Because in this world, you don’t stay a legend by resting. You stay one by hunting when everyone else sleeps.



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