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 47 The Rival PredatorsThe heavy scent of burning wood and roasting monster flesh completely choked the freezing air of the toxic swamp.Roy Jecoriah crouched perfectly still in the dark, thorny bushes. His glowing crimson eyes tracked every single movement of the heavily armored human soldiers methodically clearing the convoy. They were absolutely ruthless. They did not take prisoners. They walked through the muddy water, driving their heavy steel halberds directly through the skulls of any Beastman guard that was still twitching in the dirt."They fight exactly like a professional military vanguard," Kael whispered from the mud beside Roy. The scarred gladiator gripped his rusted iron sword, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and pure dread. "Look at their armor, Lord. It is thick, forged black steel. It is not looted garbage. Someone is actively supplying them."Roy watched the towering leader of the unknown human faction.The giant man wearing the spiked wolf-skull helmet stood near a completely overtu
Last Updated: 2026-05-17
Chapter: CHAPTER 46 The Siege of StarvationThe deafening, rhythmic beating of the Beastman war drums finally stopped just before dawn.The massive, terrifying horde of thirty thousand elite monsters did not attempt to march up the steep, jagged volcanic path. The Beastman Warlord commanding the army was incredibly brutal, but he was not stupid. Dragging heavy iron catapults and thousands of armored troops up a narrow, freezing, toxic cliff in the pitch-black night was absolute tactical suicide.Instead, the monster army swallowed the entire valley below.Roy Jecoriah stood at the edge of the highest watchtower, looking down at the apocalyptic sight. The Beastmen were rapidly constructing a massive, heavily fortified siege camp that completely encircled the entire base of the mountain. Thousands of green torches burned in the gray mist, looking like an endless, crawling ocean of glowing toxic lava. They were cutting off every single path, every single valley, and every single escape route.The Warlord did not intend to climb th
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 45 The King Without a CrownThe freezing wind howled across the jagged volcanic peaks, violently whipping Roy Jecoriah's dark hair across his pale face.Roy stood at the absolute highest point of the ruined fortress. He looked down the sheer, vertical drop of the mountain cliff. The sea of flickering orange torches stretched endlessly into the toxic gray fog below. The collective sound of thousands of starving, freezing humans marching up the rocky path soundedlike a massive, groaning ocean of pure despair.Faried scrambled up the stacked volcanic boulders, his breathing entirely frantic. The rational youth stopped right next to Roy, his hands shaking violently as he looked down at the approaching horde."This is an absolute logistical nightmare," Faried gasped, his cold eyes darting across the massive crowd. "Roy, look at the numbers. There have to be at least four or five thousand people down there. We cannot open the gates. If they flood into the courtyard, they will trample each other to death just trying t
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 44 The Fortress Stands on BonesThe Bastion of the First Sun no longer looked like an ancient graveyard. It looked like a living, breathing machine of war.Fourteen agonizing days had passed since the massive Elven abomination was butchered in the freezing mud. The toxic gray clouds still swirled violently around the mountain peak, but the atmosphere inside the ruined walls hadcompletely shifted. It was no longer a desperate camp of shivering victims. It was a militarized zone built entirely on absolute terror and ruthless, cold efficiency.The massive piles of rotting ghoul bones had been completely cleared out of the courtyard. Under Faried's strict, mathematical direction, the starving survivors had crushed the old bones into a fine white powder. They mixed the bone dust with the freezing volcanic mud to create a thick, primitive mortar. They used that disgusting paste to permanently seal the massive jagged boulders blocking the outer breach.The fortress walls were completely solid once again.Ivan sat on top o
Last Updated: 2026-05-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 43 The Price of Becoming a MonsterThe terrifying, unhinged jaws of the Hybrid descended rapidly toward Roy's face.Time seemed to freeze completely inside the dark courtyard of the ruined fortress. The heavy, freezing rain stopped in mid-air. The panicked screams of the survivors were instantly silenced. The only thing moving in the entire world was the glowing, blood-red text floating in the pitch-black void of Roy's mind.[Requested Payment: The anchor of personal identity. Forfeit the memory of your mother's name. Forfeit the fundamental knowledge of who gave you life.]Roy stared at the red letters. He could feel his lungs burning for oxygen as the monster's massive, pale hand crushed his windpipe.He desperately tried to cling to the memory for one final, agonizing second. He searched his fading mind for the word. What was her name? Was it Mary? Was it Anna? He could see the blurry outline of a woman standing in a sunny wheat field, but her face was already gone, stolen by the altar hours ago. Now, the system wan
Last Updated: 2026-05-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 42 The Experiment that Escaped from HellThe freezing wind howled violently through the broken watchtowers of the Bastion of the First Sun.It was the dead of night. The fifty human survivors were huddled tightly together inside the dark, cavernous main hall of the fortress. They slept fitfully on the cold stone floor, completely exhausted from the brutal labor ofrebuilding the outer barricade.Out in the ruined courtyard, the pale moonlight cast long, eerie shadows across the scattered piles of ghoul bones.Roy Jecoriah stood perfectly still in the center of the courtyard. He closed his glowing crimson eyes, breathing in the toxic, sulfur-choked air. He was actively expanding his senses, feeling the pitch-black blood of his domain seeping deep into the volcanic rock beneath his bare feet. He could feel every single stone in the fortress. He could feel the heartbeat of every sleeping survivor inside the hall.Faried limped out of the dark archway, shivering in the bitter cold. He clutched his thick wool blanket tightly arou
Last Updated: 2026-05-10
