When every human on Earth is forcibly transported to a massive, unknown world, they awaken not as citizens—but as rulers. Each person is assigned a sovereign domain: an island, a volcanic ridge, a glacial plain, a jungle basin, or even crumbling ruins atop a floating plateau.

Each begins surrounded by a primitive yet unique non-human tribe sworn to them by force of the world’s laws.

Each is granted a Starter Pack, a ruined but restorable set of core structures, and one truth burned into their minds:

“Rule. Or fall.”

Thirty days of inviolable protection. Then the Blood Moon will rise, and with it, judgment.

Every monarch must rebuild, organize, and survive on terrain both alien and unforgiving. Hunting outside the barrier is dangerous. Resources are limited. Other rulers are out there—unknown, unseen, potentially aligned or already at war.

But one man—Riku, dropped into a jagged highland crater with a fierce tribe of Fireborn Draganoids—has something none of the others received:

A silent, hidden system that multiplies his resources, structures, weapons, and warriors—but only the things he truly owns.

He tells no one.
He posts no messages in global chat.
He does not seek allies.

While the world fumbles for footing, Riku builds toward an invisible dominance.

And when the Blood Moon rises,
his name will be ranked where none expected.




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The global message appeared in silence, white text against black sky, as if written on the back of Riku's eyes.


"Blood Moon Event: 24 Hours Remaining."


"Top 100 Sovereigns Will Be Ranked. Rewards Distributed Accordingly."


Riku stood atop the obsidian tower, looking out across the southern cliffs where the mist hadn't broken in three days. From this height, the heat shimmer blurred everything at the horizon. He could almost imagine distant lights in the fog. Almost.


Sira ran drills with the elite ten—Draganoids handpicked not for size, but for silence, for efficiency. Tharn oversaw final trap placements, reinforcing stone-triggered spike loops in a spiraled kill-zone pattern outside the main gate. Kael was drawing blood-thread maps now, carving elevation markers into hide with the sharpened tip of a feather quill.


– Three full sets of weapons, all mirrored.


– No contact. No broadcasts. No exposure.


From the tower's upper floor, he returned to the storage ledge where they kept emergency weapons. Just a side check. Habit.


And that's when he saw the third set of spears.


Ten of them. Balanced, fire-treated, hooked tip with anti-scald grip.


Identical down to the scratch on the third grip.


Then came the flicker—low, like a heartbeat behind the skull.


[Weapon Folded – Hooked Spears | Original: 4 | Multiplier: x2.5 | Final: 10]


He returned it and logged the event hours later, alone in the vault room.


#10 – Hooked Spears | Quantity Fold x2.5 | Final: 10


Triggered in inactive storage. No observed contact.


The fire-root beside the forge had grown taller. It pulsed now at dusk, even without wind. A warm pulse, matching the rhythm of the heat. Almost like breath.


Riku touched the wall and felt the stone respond.


And when the Blood Moon rose, the world would be watching.


Chapter 14 - One Day Remaining