Knight_Plot

Birth rates are decreasing. Hope is vanishing. The world has gone gray.

Humanity, drifting in quiet collapse, receives an email.

Every person on Earth. Simultaneously.

The Aegis Mandate.

Disguised as a cosmic aptitude test, it triggers The Incident of Separation—a global psychic cataclysm that erases identities, wipes memories, and divides all survivors into three factions: Law, Neutral, and Chaos. Overnight, cities become battlegrounds. Apartments become dungeons. Ordinary people become monsters—or the ones who hunt them.

Ragnar Vhagar was just a loner university student. Now, thanks to a system he didn’t ask for, he’s a newly minted Demon King, locked in a crumbling apartment with goblins under his sofa and a glowing soul crystal next to his frozen peas. His new job? Build a deadly domain, defend it from invading “Heroes,” and somehow level up fast enough to not die.

Alongside him is Isabelle Thorne, a razor-sharp warrior of few words and one very sharp sword. Their reluctant alliance, born in blood and snark, evolves into trust—and maybe something dangerously close to affection—as they rise together through the layers of the game-like world they’re trapped in.

With each conquered domain and defeated boss, Ragnar realizes the truth: the dungeons aren’t meant to crown a winner. They’re meant to break the players. The Law faction wants control. The Chaos faction craves destruction. But Ragnar? He wants something they’re all too afraid to say out loud:

Freedom.

In the ruins of Kanta’s ogre stronghold, Ragnar and his misfit warband take their biggest step yet—claiming a kingdom, unifying a fractured system, and preparing for what comes next. The Heroes are watching. The gods are stirring. The world is watching a war.

And somewhere deep beneath it all... Ragnar is rewriting the rules.

I Can Easily Defeat SSS Ranks... This World Is Already Mine

For the first time in weeks, Ragnar's domain wasn't under constant threat of being cleansed, purged, or otherwise heroically renovated.

The Hazard Rank S designation had worked like a giant "Do Not Disturb" sign hung on the front door of Sector 7.

It was, frankly, starting to get on his nerves.

"I'm bored," Ragnar announced to the Throne Room, which was currently occupied by Pixia, who was cataloging different types of dust motes, and Gary the kobold, who was asleep and twitching.

"This is the problem with winning too decisively. The enemy gets scared and stops providing free entertainment and experience points."

The EXP from Masakado's humiliating defeat had been a sweet, sweet taste of progress, but it wasn't enough.

His CP debt was a monstrous weight on his True Core, and the slow trickle of EXP from the student-run "Farm" on the first floor barely made a dent.

He needed to be proactive. He needed to test his new toys.

That Was Fun