Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

After settling on his plans for each city’s development, Alix calls for Thano. As he waits, he recalls the nature of the blueprints within his system inventory.

Blueprints have distinct rarities, bronze at the lowest, followed by iron, silver, gold, diamond, and the rarest of them all, divine. Divine blueprints are so rare that out of millions of players in the game, there are only a thousand in total own by players, more precious than even divine items. Alix doesn’t have a divine blueprint; the odds of obtaining one are nearly nonexistent. They drop randomly from bosses or dungeons, pure luck.

Furthermore, iron-tier blueprints and above require a builder to construct, which is why Thano’s expertise is necessary.

A firm knock on the chamber doors pulls Alix from his thoughts.

”Enter,” he calls.

Thano steps inside, a tall, robust man with a composed demeanor. His neatly tied gray hair and sharp eyes reflect years of experience managing constructions and urban planning.

”Your Majesty,” Thano bows slightly. ”You called for me?”

”Yes, Thano. I have plans for our cities,” Alix begins, looking at the floating screen displaying the kingdom’s map. ”I want each city to have its own identity. I’ve been sitting on these blueprints for too long, and it’s time to put them to use.”

Thano steps closer, studying the screen. ”A wise choice, Your Majesty. Our cities need a foundation to thrive, something beyond just military strength.”

”Exactly,” Alix nods. ”I want Misorn to be a center of everything. A Great city, where you can do anything. For Varestand, an academy to train mage. The third city, Delon, will become an Artisan’s City, a place known for craftsmanship and creating valuable artifacts. And Cras... A trade Hub with a Grand Market.”

Thano listens intently, his eyes sharp. ”Ambitious, but achievable with your resources, Your Majesty. However, the construction of these will require skilled workers, materials, and time. Some of the higher-tier blueprints, iron and above will need my oversight to ensure efficiency.”

”That’s why I need you,” Alix says. ”I have the blueprints and the gold. I need you to coordinate the workforce and ensure these cities develop according to this vision.”

Thano’s lips curve into a slight smile. ”Leave it to me, Your Majesty. I’ll begin organizing the builders and resources immediately.”

After Thano leaves, Alix returns to his seat, his thoughts still lingering on the ambitious plans for his cities. He barely has a moment to collect himself when another knock sounds at the door.

”Enter,” Alix says.

The door opens, and Sissari steps inside. Sissari’s presence carries an air of sophistication. Her eyes glimmer with intelligence, and her long, sleek black hair is tied in an elegant knot. As the minister of foreign affairs, Sissari’s insight into diplomacy and politics is unmatched.

”Your Majesty,” Sissari begins with a respectful bow. ”I bring news from the Raltheon Kingdom. They’ve requested a peace talk. They wish to discuss terms of truce.”

Alix leans back in his chair, fingers interlaced as he contemplates the message. ”A peace talk, huh...?”

Sissari studies his expression carefully. ”Should we accept it, Your Majesty?”

After a brief pause, Alix meets her gaze. ”What do you think, Sissari? How should we approach this?”

Sissari’s lips curl thoughtfully. ”Your Majesty, while accepting the truce could allow us to focus on strengthening our kingdom and solidifying our gains, there is also merit in pushing them further, forcing them into a corner where they have no choice but to become a subject state. We hold the upper hand, and many of our citizens demand retribution after years of oppression and slaughter.”

Alix nods slowly. The weight of history hangs heavy, the suffering of the monstes in this world, enslaved, hunted, and treated as little more than vermin by the human kingdoms. The momentum of victory is with them now, and the monsters who have suffered for so long look to him for justice.

His thoughts drift to the refugees monsters who have fled from Raltheon, Ordeya, and Valgros to find safety in his lands. Their faces, scarred by fear and loss, flash through his mind. They don’t just want peace; they want justice, vengeance for what was taken from them.

”You’re right,” Alix finally says, his voice resolute. ”We won’t settle for just a truce. We’ll drive them to the edge until submission is their only choice.”

Sissari’s eyes gleam with approval. ”Understood, Your Majesty. Shall I craft a response that maintains the appearance of considering their offer while we continue our advance?”

”Yes,” Alix replies firmly. ”Delay the talks. Keep them uncertain. In the meantime, we strengthen our defenses, consolidate our territories, and make sure every monster under our banner knows this is their home, a place where they are safe, but also a place that will fight for their right to exist.”

Sissari bows deeply. ”As you command, Your Majesty. I will see to it immediately.”

As she leaves, Alix’s gaze shifts back to the map on the floating screen. The Raltheon Kingdom is weakened, its people fearful, its leadership desperate. Yet, they still hold onto their arrogance, the belief that monsters are beneath them.

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A month passed by, and the once-quiet cities of Alix’s growing kingdom are now bustling with life. The air of each city are filled with the sound of hammers striking metal, saws slicing through wood, and the chatter of citizens eager for a future beyond survival.

In Misorn, Thano’s vision begins to take shape. Streets are widened, new buildings rise, and marketplaces expand. Merchants from various monster races set up shops, orc blacksmiths selling finely crafted weapons, goblin engineers displaying intricate contraptions, and alchemists brewing potent elixirs. Misorn is becoming a city where anyone no matter their race or background, can find purpose.

In Varestand, the Academy of Arcane Arts stands as a towering structure of stone and enchanted crystal. Mages from different races, many of whom had once hidden their abilities for fear of persecution, now openly practice and learn. Young monsters practice incantations in designated training grounds, their eyes filled with hope and ambition. The streets hum with the presence of scholars, apprentices, and instructors sharing knowledge long forbidden.

Delon, the Artisan’s City, overflows with creativity. Artisans carve sculptures, weave enchanted fabrics, and forge weapons that hold intricate designs.