Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

Alix tilts his head slightly, as if pondering it for a moment. His voice is composed, but his words are deliberate.

”I can agree to your first request,” he says. ”You’ll command your forces.”

Astram nods once, accepting.

Alix’s gaze sharpens.

”But for your second request…” He pauses, voice hardening. ”I want the two of you—you and Veyrith—to join forces. Conquer the entire Caeland Continent. Together.”

The room stills again. Veyrith’s eyes flick toward Astram, then back to Alix. His brow furrows, tension rising in his jaw.

”You already know our history,” Veyrith says tightly. ”We’ve warred for generations. I don’t think our forces can work together—peacefully. There’s too much blood between us.”

Alix steps forward slowly, each footfall deliberate. His presence grows heavier, colder.

”That’s not my problem,” he says, voice low. ”If you become mine—truly mine—then fighting each other will be considered treason.”

His eyes glow faintly now, a crimson pulse beneath the silver hue. ”And treason, under me, is punishable by death.”

Silence.

Veyrith stares at him for a long moment, searching for any sign of bluff. But Alix’s expression remains unreadable. Not cruel, not angry. Just... resolute.

Astram, too, watches carefully. He doesn’t argue. He just nods—once, slow.

Veyrith follows suit a heartbeat later, his own nod short and reluctant.

Alix lifts one hand. A shimmer of power spirals around his fingers, and then—snap—a solid scroll materializes in his grasp.

Population: 20,678,086

Required for Next Level: 30,000,000

Gold Coins: 300,090,637

His expression is calm, but thoughtful.

”…Fourteen million,” he murmurs, folding his arms. ”That’s where I was just three days ago.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

”And now… over twenty million.”

His voice is quiet, almost like he’s thinking aloud rather than speaking to anyone in particular. ”Astram’s territory. Veyrith’s. Absorbed into my dominion... and just like that, six million more under my banner.”

He exhales through his nose—not a sigh, but something close. The numbers shift slightly as the screen flickers, updating in real time.

He doesn’t look surprised by the influx of gold either.

”Gold jumped too. Over a hundred and thirty million now,” he mutters. ”They offered plenty… though I couldn’t exactly bleed them dry. Still, they gave more than enough.”

A slow smile tugs at the corner of his mouth—brief, faint, gone almost as soon as it comes.

”At this rate…” Alix steps forward, the screen following him like a loyal spirit. ”A few more cities fall. A few more banners raised. And I’ll reach thirty million.”

He taps his finger gently against the air, scrolling down to a hidden panel only he can access. [Level Progression Locked – Awaiting Population Milestone]

”I’ll hit level 600.”

Alix lowers his hand, letting the glowing screen linger in front of him. The numbers pulse, like a heartbeat. His eyes settle on the golden icon at the bottom right—Revival Protocol – Bonepiercers Legion.

He exhales, thoughtful. Then speaks aloud, calmly, as if confirming a decision he’s already made.

”Now… with this much gold, I should be able to revive at least half of the total number of Bonepiercers.”

He pauses, fingers moving through the interface, calculation flickering across his gaze.

”There were three hundred thousand of them originally.”

He narrows his eyes.

”So that means… one hundred and fifty thousand.” His voice is quiet, matter-of-fact. ”That’s what I’ll bring back.”