Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

Chapter 414: Chapter 413: SYVELLA NIGHTGROVE (part 1)

Alix closed the book containing the kingdom’s latest reports.

The room fell silent once again.

His private chamber occupied the highest floor of the royal palace, overlooking the entire capital. The kingdom had spared no expense when constructing it. The room was spacious, with towering windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. Moonlight poured through the crystal glass, bathing the chamber in a gentle silver glow.

Outside, Noctaris City remained awake despite the late hour.

Countless torches illuminated the streets.

Patrols marched through every district with disciplined precision.

Smoke still rose from several damaged buildings, but the flames had long been extinguished.

The city was recovering faster than anyone had expected.

Earlier, Alix had spent some time speaking with Tsia.

Most of their conversation revolved around her training.

He had explained the basics of controlling her emotions and suppressing her innate ability.

For now, that was enough.

Until she became stronger, forcing her to practice the power hidden within her soul would only place unnecessary strain on her body.

She still had plenty of time.

After answering several of her questions, Alix had left her to continue caring for her sister.

Now, he was finally alone.

Alix walked toward the large desk near the window before sitting down.

With a casual thought, a familiar transparent screen appeared before him.

His Status.

[ALIX

Level: 600

Population: 400,561,726

Population Required for Next Level: 500,000,000

Gold Coins: 133,635,242

Erevaris Kingdom

Capital: Noctaris City

Cities: 63

Soldiers: 14,460,239]

Alix quietly read through the numbers. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Not bad."

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest.

"I’m almost at five hundred million population."

Only one hundred million more.

Compared to everything he had already achieved, that number no longer seemed impossible.

Once his population reached five hundred million...

His level restriction would finally break once again.

He would officially step into Tier 7.

Not a temporary imitation like before, and relying on law-infused Tier 6 skills.

Not borrowing the authority of Tier 7 artifacts.

A genuine Tier 7.

A being capable of comprehending and wielding Laws naturally.

His own combat strength would undergo another overwhelming transformation.

Just thinking about it caused him to smile slightly.

The battle against the Decay abomination had proven one thing.

Although he could already contend against ordinary Tier 7 opponents...

There were existences far beyond that.

The mysterious being beyond the dimensional crack was the perfect example.

If not for his collection of powerful artifacts. That battle would have ended very differently.

Alix leaned back in his chair.

"Tier 7..."

"I’m getting closer."

Then his attention shifted toward another number.

Gold Coins.

One hundred thirty-three million. It looked like an enormous fortune.

Yet, to the System, It was barely considered wealthy.

Alix let out a quiet laugh.

"Let’s see what I can afford."

With another thought, the System interface changed.

Subordinates.

He selected it.

Immediately, hundreds of silhouettes appeared before him.

Some were bright.

Others remained completely gray, indicating they were still locked.

Powerful beings slept within the System, waiting to be revived.

Tier 7, or higher...

Unfortunately, the price only became more absurd as their strength increased.

Alix filtered the list.

Tier 7.

The number of available choices instantly decreased.

He selected the revival category.

Rows of names appeared before him, each accompanied by an astronomical cost.

Middle Tier 7...

Over two hundred million gold coins.

High Tier 7...

Several hundred million.

Peak Tier 7...

The amount made even Alix shake his head.

Those prices were simply ridiculous.

His current fortune wasn’t even enough to awaken a single one of them.

Alix slowly scrolled through the remaining list.

Three familiar figures appeared before him.

[SIRATH VULNAR — "THE GLASS REAPER"

A humanoid wraith encased in crystalline armor.

Law Power: Law of Shattering

Anything he touches can fracture, split, or destabilize—physical, magical, even spiritual structures.

Ideal for battlefield disruption and breaking fortified structures.]

Within the crystal shell floated a ghostly blue soul whose eyes burned with an icy light.

Law of Shattering.

Every movement carried the authority to fracture existence itself.

Stone walls.

Magic formations.

Weapons.

Armor.

Even spiritual defenses could be broken apart under his touch.

A perfect battlefield executioner.

No fortress remained standing before him for long.

Alix’s eyes lingered briefly on the spectral warrior.

"I remember you."

Sirath had always specialized in destroying what others believed indestructible.

[SYVELLA NIGHTGROVE — "THE WHITE THORN MATRON"

A dryad-like woman with pale bark skin, vines coiled around her arms.

Law Power: Law of Growth

Accelerates regeneration, spreads roots, and can overrun landscapes with flora.

Provides massive territorial control and healing support.]

Wherever she walked, life flourished, forests expanded, and flowers bloomed.

Entire battlefields transformed into endless gardens.

Law of Growth.

She possessed extraordinary healing abilities.

Capable of restoring grievous injuries within moments.

She could also command forests themselves, turning entire regions into living fortresses.

Perfect for defending territory and supporting large armies.

Alix smiled faintly.

"A support specialist."

Among all Tier 7 commanders...

Syvella’s direct combat ability wasn’t particularly impressive.

Yet...

On a large battlefield, very few could match her value.

An army supported by her could continue fighting long after others had collapsed.

Finally...

The last available candidate appeared.

[KALGUUN — "THE HOWLING VOID SERPENT"

A massive serpent with transparent scales shimmering like space.

Law Power: Law of Gravity

Manipulates gravity and atmospheric force; can crush armies or lift them helplessly into the sky.

Excellent siege and anti-army weapon.]

The authority to command weight itself.

A single thought could pin entire armies to the ground until their bones shattered.

Cities could be flattened beneath overwhelming pressure.

Mountains could be lifted into the heavens before crashing back to earth.

Even the atmosphere obeyed its will. A living natural disaster.

Alix slowly leaned back in his chair.

His eyes moved between the three profiles.

He remembered every one of them. Their personalities, their strengths.

The countless battles they had fought beneath his banner.

They weren’t merely names stored inside the System.

They had once been his trusted subordinates.

Now, he only needed to decide which one would be the first to return.

Alix remained silent as he studied the three names floating before him.

Each one possessed overwhelming strength.

Each one had once stood among the pillars of his empire.

If he chose Sirath, his armies would gain an unparalleled fortress breaker. No city wall, formation, or defensive barrier would be able to withstand the Law of Shattering.

If he chose Kalguun, conquering kingdoms would become significantly easier. Entire armies could be annihilated before they even reached the battlefield.

If he chose Kalguun, conquering kingdoms would become significantly easier. Entire armies could be annihilated before they even reached the battlefield.

Both choices were tempting.

Very tempting.

Yet Alix slowly shook his head.

"No."

His gaze settled upon the second name.

Syvella Nightgrove.

A support commander.

Many rulers would never choose her as their first Tier 7 subordinate.

They would prefer overwhelming offensive power.

Something capable of crushing enemies through brute force.

One powerful expert could decide a battle.

But one support capable of strengthening millions of soldiers...

Could decide an entire war.

His empire no longer consisted of a few thousand troops.

It had grown into an enormous military force.

Over fourteen million soldiers now served beneath his banner.

If Syvella could strengthen all of them, even by a small amount. The improvement would be immeasurable.

Healing.

Recovery.

Battlefield control.

Sustained warfare.

Everything his empire currently needed.

A faint smile appeared on Alix’s face.

"You’ve always been better suited for this stage."

Without another moment of hesitation...

He reached toward Syvella’s portrait.

His finger touched the glowing screen.

Immediately...

The System reacted.

[Confirmation Required.]

Target: Syvella Nightgrove

Title: The White Thorn Matron

Tier: Low Tier 7

Law: Growth

Revival Cost: 120,000,000 Gold Coins

Proceed?

Alix answered without hesitation.

"Yes."

The moment the word left his mouth...

The number beneath his status rapidly changed.

133,635,242

became

13,635,242

An overwhelming amount of gold vanished instantly.

At the same time, the transparent screen disappeared. Then the room began to tremble.

A deep humming sound echoed throughout the chamber.

HMMMMMMMM—

The air became unusually heavy.

Not oppressive.

Rather...

Ancient.

As though something that had slept for countless ages was about to awaken.

The space before Alix slowly distorted.

Ripples spread through the empty air like waves across a tranquil lake.

Then...

An enormous magic formation appeared beneath the ceiling.

It was unlike any formation that existed within this world.