A_Billy

When the sky cracked and light bled through the oceans, over twelve million people were transported from Earth to the mythical planet Elyssar. Each human was crowned supreme ruler of a unique native tribe — a race of beast-kin, spirit-born, or elemental-blooded — given a starter base, a tribal oath of loyalty, and a single warning:

“Rule wisely, or be devoured by your own.”

An all-seeing system connects them: world chat, trade, alliances, declarations of war. After a 30-day protection period, the Blood Moons descend, bringing waves of chaos beasts and planet-wide destabilization.

In this mad, beautiful world of shifting power, only one person is different.

Riku Yamada, an unremarkable high school graduate, awakens to a secret interface unknown to all others — the Thousandfold System.

With it, anything he masters — loyalty, tactics, culture, even memory or belief — can be Folded, multiplied exponentially. A single upgrade to a waterwheel could irrigate entire valleys. A single inspired speech could birth a religion.

But the system comes with no instruction. Its cost is unknown.

And while others burn their tribes for fast power, Riku builds something deeper — stranger — alive.

In a world where gods sleep beneath the soil and ancient tribes still whisper to the stars, one boy's quiet empire may become the seed of a new reality.

Sovereign: Rise of the Thousandfold King

The first wall had held up under rain.

Riku stepped across the eastern trench as daylight bled through the canopy above. The wall's core-bark remained tight. Root anchorings hadn't softened. The spikes didn't rust.

Three days of steady wind and two minor beast incursions — both intercepted by perimeter traps.

The Second Claim — Expansion Begins

He marked the zone quietly, extending the rootbond claim another fifty meters eastward — deeper into tangled ridgewood and toward a mineral rise known for its iron-veined bark.

Now, both Zone A and Zone B were stabilized.

The Headquarters Project moved forward.

Nilo's forge team laid down slab supports of barkstone and soot-tamped root crust. Ashmaw oversaw the perimeter again — not pacing this time, but circling tight, like guarding a den.

The hollow's core would have three layers:

War Council Tier – a reinforced center ring

Beast Hold – stabled beds for Ashmaw and kin

Vault Hollow – deep storage for crafted traps, crystal cores, and unused supply tokens

Thalya's Rootbinders were teaching second-level sap shaping now. Roots grew not only straight, but arched, forming tunnel curves naturally.

At midday, while inspecting the forge intake line, Riku felt the usual blink — a faint static at the corner of his vision.

[Triggered Enhancement – Quality Shift]

Target: Spear Type-A | Iron-Fletch x3

Condition: Excessive Reforging Usage

– Tip Durability Increased (x1.8)

He checked the rack. Three spears — the ones Juran's team had been stress-testing — now felt smoother, tighter. A ripple in weight, just barely perceptible.

But he assigned those spears directly to the Ridgeguard unit.

Ashmaw had stopped sleeping in open sun.

He now rested curled at the edge of the half-dug vault trench, staring down into the unfinished soil, where the rootlines grew oddly sharp and branched like fingers.

"You sense it again?" he murmured.

Thalya joined him later that night. "The roots here aren't Lorian," she said.

"They grew upward, not downward," she said. "As if shaped."

He made no orders. But he doubled the night shift there.

That night, Riku opened the system quietly, navigating to the Global Event Cycle page.

He stared at the counter, then flicked it off.

Thalya didn't need to know. Nor Juran. Not yet.

The next one would be worse. They always escalated. But they'd be ready.

He returned to the stone map by firelight, marking their new eastern border.

First Roots, First Watch