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 a long, frozen second, the only sound in Gorgon's throne room was the drip of grease from the roasted leg he had dropped on the floor.

The ten-foot-tall Demon King stared, his brutish mind struggling to process the impossible.

The rats he had been trying to squash for days had just appeared in his living room.

Then, his shock curdled into pure, incandescent rage.

"RAAAAAAAGH!" he bellowed, a sound of such fury that the melted televisions of his throne vibrated.

He grabbed his warhammer, the massive slab of concrete and rebar, and charged.

The ground itself seemed to shatter under his thunderous advance. The air shrieked and tore itself apart around his massive form, a pressure wave of displaced air blasting across the room.

The Wrecking Crew exploded into action. Fenris and Reina went left, Lillith went right, and Isabelle met the charge head-on.

The Tyrant's Fall