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

Meanwhile, in the department store kill-box, Isabelle's world had narrowed to the next swing of her sword, the next parry, the next desperate gasp for air.

She ducked under the club of an Ogre, the wind from its passage shrieking in her ears.

She came up, driving her dark blade, Dáinsleif, into the creature's side.

The impact was a sharp, final crack. A small shockwave rippled out, and the Ogre collapsed.

But her victory was short-lived. Another took its place, its face a mask of stupid fury.

"How many more are there?!" Reina yelled, her knuckles bloody.

She was fighting with a savage economy of motion, but even her explosive power was being worn down by the sheer, unending number of targets.

"They have to run out eventually!" Fenris howled, tearing the arm off an Ogre that had gotten too close.

They had formed a tight circle, a tiny island of defiance in a sea of green-skinned rage.

vs. Demon King Gorgon