The Tyrant Of The Red Throne
On a hellish night, a secluded village is annihilated by a brutal Beast Man massacre. From the ruins, Roy Jecoriah (20), once a cheerful youth, is forced to dig up the corpses of his own family. On the brink of death, his despair awakens an ancient power called Martyr’s Blood Art, an ability to weaponize blood into deadly anti-magic. But every use comes at a cruel cost, his happy memories are erased piece by piece.
With his remaining companions, Ivan, a cynical swordsman, Henry, a steadfast knight, and Faried, a cold sharpshooter, Roy wages a desperate guerrilla war. What begins as revenge soon grows into something far greater, as they build a sanctuary for humanity and uncover the truth behind their near extinction.
The massacre was no accident. The Elves, beautiful and manipulative rulers of global power, are secretly orchestrating the genocide, using Beast Men as pawns. As Roy fights back, he ventures to the Dark Continent and uncovers a shocking truth. The feared Demons are humanity’s last allies, bound by an ancient pact forged through sacrifice.
But victory demands everything. One by one, Roy loses his friends. Henry and Faried fall, and with each battle, his memories fade. Grief and power twist him into something far darker than the monsters he fights.
In the end, humanity rises again with the Demons’ help, but at a devastating cost. Roy claims the throne, not as a hero, but as a tyrant. His kingdom stands on blood and sacrifice, and the boy he once was is long gone, erased by the very power that saved his people.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 12: Carrying the Crippled BurdenRain began to fall, fat drops of freezing water hitting the bloody mud of the forest floor. Ivan sat heavily against the base of a massive pine tree, his breathing jagged and shallow. He stared down at his own right leg. The skin was completely torn open, but underneath the horrific gash, thick, blackish-red veins made of Roy's blood acted like twisted iron wires. They tightly bound his shattered shinbone together, locking the bone fragments in place with a sickening rigidity. He ripped the bottom half of his dirty, rain-soaked tunic. With shaking hands, he wrapped the ragged fabric tightly around the grotesque wound to keep the dirt out. "Fuck," Ivan hissed through gritted teeth, his face turning pale from the sheer agony. "It really does feel like a rusty bear trap is permanently clamped to my bone." A few feet away, Henry was still on his knees next to Roy's unconscious body. The giant man was weeping silently, his broad shoulders shaking under the heavy downpour. "Get up, Hen
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: CHAPTER 11 The Price of VengeanceThe steam pressure building beneath Gharok's muscles reached its absolute boiling point. The eight-foot-tall monster thrashed around like a fish tossed onto dry land, right up until his main arteries could no longer withstand the temperature of the blood being boiled alive inside him.BOOM!Gharok's body exploded.It was not a fiery explosion, but a deeply sickening biological one. Bone fragments, shreds of cooked internal organs, and gallons of black blood sprayed in every direction like a storm of shrapnel.That rain of boiled flesh and thick liquid drenched the forest, soaking Roy's face, coating Henry's armor, and splashing onto Ivan and Faried. The stench of sulfur, mixed with the metallic tang of blood and cooked meat, instantly choked the air, enough to make the stomach of anyone with an ounce of sanity churn violently.The thousands of blood droplets that had been orbiting Roy suddenly lost their magical power. The crimson beads dropped simultaneously into the muddy puddles wi
Last Updated: 2026-03-28
Chapter: Chapter 10 The Martyr's Dance of DeathThe pine forest had forfeited its claim to the night. The air was no longer cold, but heavy, thick with the overwhelming stench of copper.Above the muddy ground, thousands of blood droplets defied gravity, orbiting Roy Jecoriah like a dark red asteroid belt. The young man's eyes pierced through the darkness, yet his gaze was entirely hollow. Not a single trace of humanity remained. There was only an endless void, demanding to be filled with suffering.Gharok, the Beastman Commander who had been laughing at human suffering just minutes ago, stood completely frozen.His primal instincts, sharpened across hundreds of battlefields, suddenly screamed an absolute warning inside his skull. Run, or you will die in a way you cannot even begin to imagine.Without realizing it, Gharok took a step back. A soft squelch echoed as his steel boots pulled away from the mud."Fall back," Gharok whispered to the two Lycan warriors beside him. His raspy voice trembled. Beads of cold sweat rolled down hi
Last Updated: 2026-03-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 9 When the Soul SplintersSilence.The world completely lost its voice. Faried's muffled screams. Ivan's choked groans. Even Gharok's satisfied growl completely vanished, swallowed whole by a deafening, absolute silence. Time froze, stretching out into an incredibly thin thread ready to snap at any given second.The absolute only sound left in the entire universe was the heavy, ragged breathing echoing violently inside Roy's own head.Hah, hah, hah.His eyes were dead locked onto the object resting right at the tip of his boot. Elara's head. Her clear blue eyes, the same eyes that just hours ago had looked at him with such playful teasing at the dinner table, were now staring completely blankly up at the uncaring night sky. A small patch of mud clung to her freezing cold cheek.Something deep inside Roy completely shattered. It wasn't a bone. It wasn't an organ. It was something much, much more fundamental.The absolute anchor of his sanity, the very foundation of his humanity, splintered with a sickening crac
Last Updated: 2026-03-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 8 The Wilted Flower of the NationFar to the north, completely out of reach of the blood-soaked pine forest, an ivory-white tower violently pierced the clouds. Its walls were built entirely of sacred marble that perfectly reflected the starlight, and every single carving was actively flowing with pure mana, making the air around it feel incredibly crisp and deeply soothing. At the very top of that tower, standing on a massive balcony overlooking an absolute ocean of clouds, Lord Vael of the Elven race gracefully raised a crystal glass to his lips.The thousand-year-old ruby-red wine flowed slowly down his throat. His sky-blue eyes stared incredibly sharply, but not out at the stars. He was staring directly into a massive crystal ball hovering right in the center of the balcony. Inside that sphere, the horrific scene down in the pine forest played out with absolute, crystal-clear precision, exactly as if he were watching a grand opera from the very best seat in the house.He watched Gharok, the filthy northern dog, vio
Last Updated: 2026-03-28
Chapter: CHAPTER 7 The Commander's Vengeful AmbushCRASH!The absolutely sickening sound of flesh, bone, and muscle being violently torn apart all at the exact same time echoed through the dark pine forest.The barbed razor wire born from Roy's blood expanded at an incredible speed, completely enveloping the mutant hound's body right as it hung suspended in the air. In a fraction of a second, the deadly net violently contracted with absolute, crushing force, completely slicing straight through every single layer of the monster's physical defenses.The tracker hound didn't even get the chance to let out a single whimper. Its massive body was brutally sliced into dozens of bloody chunks of meat that rained down over the pile of dry leaves. An incredibly thick, suffocating metallic stench instantly exploded into the air, violently stinging their noses.The other two tracker hounds that had just been preparing to vault at Henry slammed on the brakes instantly. Their primal animal instincts screamed in pure, absolute terror at the sight of
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