SubtleBite

The Black Masked One awakened in an unfamiliar world nameless, memoryless just a consciousness drifting in an endless cosmic void. The only things he possessed were a mysterious black mask and an intricate system interface before him, displaying a new reality:

[Planetary Management System Activated…]
[You have been granted control over an abandoned planet…]
[Initializing preliminary tests…]

With no understanding of his past or purpose, the Black-Masked One began exploring the system. He soon discovered that he could allocate Cosmic Points, develop his planet, and nurture its inhabitants to grow stronger. He started with nothing a barren world, frail creatures, a civilization yet to be born. But he was no ordinary being.

With each decision, each modification, and every point he invested, the planet began to transform. The land flourished, resources replenished, and the inhabitants evolved into formidable warriors. Step by step, he tested the limits of his power, forged a new civilization, and raced against time to make his planet the greatest, the most advanced, and the strongest in existence.

But the system was no mere game there were consequences.

[Warning: Other planets are evolving… The competition has begun…]

Conquering Planets: Rise of the Cosmic Tyrant

And power would keep him on top—so long as he played the game better than anyone else.

But Aldric wasn't foolish enough to think that fear alone would keep them loyal.

Something that would bind them to him—permanently.

A Kingdom to Secure

The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the war chamber, casting long shadows across the map spread before Aldric.

The kingdom was his. Officially.

But maps were liars.

A border drawn in ink was meaningless without men to enforce it.

who would outplay whom?