Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

Sorin said. "You didn't give me one."

Alix chuckles. "Because I knew you could kill him."

She exhales, shaking her head. "You really put a lot of faith in me."

"Faith?" Alix tilts his head. "No. I just know what you're capable of."

Sorin studies him for a long moment before looking down at her weapons again. The weight of them, the hum of power beneath her fingertips—she had survived, yes, but it wasn't easy.

And yet, despite the odds, she had won.

She huffs a quiet laugh. "I suppose I can't argue with that."

Alix gives her one last smirk before turning away. "I'll leave the rest to you."

Sorin watches as he exits, his footsteps fading into the corridor. She exhales, rolling her shoulders. The real work begins now.

Over the next few days, Tolga—as she is known to the public—handles the dungeon's publicity. At first, skepticism runs rampant among the monsters of Misorn City. A thing called dungeon where you can obtain weapons and items? It sounds absurd, a fairytale.

But curiosity wins out.

One by one, monsters enter the dungeon. Some emerge victorious, clutching newfound treasures with disbelief and exhilaration. Others aren't so lucky—some lose, some even die. But the allure of strength, the chance to wield power beyond their limits, proves irresistible.

By the end of the week, nearly all five thousand monsters in Misorn have used the dungeon at least once. The city's atmosphere shifts.

Monsters who once had no direction now have purpose. Those who were weak strive to become stronger. Those who were already strong seek to push their limits further.

But it doesn't stop there.

As the monsters of Misorn go out to sell their weapons, armor, and loot in neighboring towns, they bring stories with them. The dungeon, the endless battles, the treasures waiting inside. At first, no one believes them. A dungeon where enemies resurrect? Where you can collect real items? It sounds like a lie.

Yet, the proof is undeniable.

A goblin merchant slams a gleaming sword onto a wooden counter in a bustling market. "This ain't just any blade," he boasts, grinning sharp-toothed. "Got it from Misorn's Dungeon. Slaughtered a dozen bandits for it. Still sharp as hell."

A towering ogre, arms crossed, scoffs. "You expect me to believe that?"

"Believe what you want," the goblin snorts, jingling a pouch heavy with gold. "But only Misorn citizens can enter. You? You ain't one of us. So, keep dreaming."

Similar conversations spread like wildfire.

Skeptical at first, monsters from various tribes start traveling to Misorn, curious to see the truth for themselves. Some disguise their intentions, lingering on the city's outskirts, watching. Others are more direct, demanding entry.

But they are turned away.

Only citizens can enter the dungeon. Outsiders? They are forbidden.

That exclusivity only fuels their desire.

Slowly but surely, the wandering tribes—those without a true home, begin to settle in Misorn. They swear loyalty, integrating into the city, bound by one shared goal.

To grow stronger.

Misorn City is no longer a ghost city. It is becoming something far greater. A haven. A kingdom of monsters.

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Alix stands in his private chamber, his gaze fixed on the large chest overflowing with gold coins. The candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow over the shimmering treasure.

Draya, standing beside him with her hands clasped in front of her, bows slightly. "Your Majesty, this is all the gold coins they have collected. It has been stored in Misorn City's treasury until now."

Alix hums in acknowledgment, his sharp eyes scanning the wealth before him. "Thank you, Draya. You can leave me for now."

Draya bows once more before turning to leave, her steps silent as she exits the chamber.

Once alone, Alix moves forward, placing his hand on the chest. A moment later, the entire chest vanishes, sucked into his palm as if absorbed into thin air.

A soft chime echoes in his mind as his status updates. His gaze shifts inward, checking his inventory.

[Gold Coins: 1,328,320]

Alix smirks. "Not bad," he mutters. But his expression darkens slightly as he leans back, arms crossed. "Still… I'm sure that bastard—the former city lord—took most of it when he fled."

Alix taps his fingers against the armrest of his chair, his eyes fixed on the glowing numbers in his status.

One million, three hundred twenty-eight thousand gold coins.

A significant sum, but when it comes to resurrecting his subordinates… it's barely enough.

He exhales through his nose, his fingers tightening slightly. "With this much, which subordinate should I resurrect?"

The thought of reviving the soldiers crosses his mind. He could use the gold to bring back hundreds of soldiers, bolstering Misorn City's defenses. But then—

He shakes his head. "No, what I need right now isn't numbers… it's power."

His weakest personal subordinate—Level 500—already costs a million gold to resurrect. That alone tells him how absurd the cost of reviving his true elites must be. And right now, he only has Level 500 royal guard at his disposal.

That wouldn't do.

His personal subordinates, are in another league. A single one of them could take on two royal guards of the same level.

Alix exhales and mentally pulls up the list of his fallen subordinates.

Rows upon rows of names appear before him, each accompanied by a darkened portrait, a level, and the amount of gold required for resurrection.

His gaze sweeps over the names, each one carrying the weight of a warrior lost in battle. These aren't just monsters—these are his monsters, the subordinates who once stood by his side, carving a path of destruction in his name.

The first name catches his eye.

[Varkas the Crimson Fang – Level 528]

Resurrection Cost: 1,020,000 Gold

Alix's lips press together. Karnak—a massive lycanthrope with crimson fur and a towering physique. His strength alone could rival three royal guards, his razor-sharp claws able to slice through steel with ease. But his true strength lies in his Blood Frenzy, a skill that allows him to grow stronger the more he bleeds.