Chapter 6: The Weight of Power
The moon hung low over the No-Bark Tree, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the ground. The air had a palpable stillness, as if the entire world was holding its breath. Ray stood on the edge of his domain, his fingers clenched around the golden coin, feeling its pulse like the beat of a distant heart.
It had been weeks since he had made his decision to seal the Primordial Beast, but the consequences of that choice were beginning to reveal themselves, slow but inevitable. Each day, the domain seemed to grow stronger, the Beast Trees flourishing, the land becoming more alive with magic. But something else had been changing as well—something darker.
The beasts within his domain had grown restless. The Level 1 and Level 2 undead were now beginning to show signs of evolution, their bodies transforming as if responding to the pull of the domain's power. Ray had expected this, but what concerned him was the sudden surge of growth in the beast trees. The Panther Tree had begun to pulse with energy, its thorns growing sharper, its roots deepening into the earth. The Wolf Tree was no different, its branches now almost resembling the claws of a massive beast.
Ray knew these weren't normal changes. They were signs of dangerous growth.
> "The domain is shifting," System warned, its tone darker than usual. "You've fed it too much, and now it's growing out of control. These aren't just normal beasts. If you're not careful, you might attract the attention of something you can't handle."
Ray frowned. "I don't need a reminder. I can feel it. But I'm not going to let it spiral out of control. I'll contain it."
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The First Sign
The following morning, as Ray made his way to inspect the Beast Trees, he found something disturbing. The ground near the Panther Tree had cracked open, and from the deep fissures, dark shapes began to emerge. He stood motionless, his heart racing. The shadows took form, coalescing into undead beasts—Level 4 Panthers, their fur as black as night, their eyes glowing with a haunting red light.
They weren't just ordinary undead. They were beasts of hunger, twisted by the magic of the domain, far more aggressive and dangerous than anything he had encountered before.
Ray raised his hand, and the undead beasts stopped, their blood-red eyes locking onto him. The power he had over them was undeniable. But even he could feel the immense pressure in the air, as if these creatures were challenging his control.
> "You should back away, Ray," System urged. "These aren't your average undead. They've absorbed too much of the domain's power. They won't listen to you for long."
Ray gritted his teeth. "I'll make them listen."
With a flick of his wrist, the undead Panthers lurched forward, their claws slashing through the air. But Ray was faster, his Necromancer class flaring to life as he commanded them to stop. The power surged through him, but even then, he could feel the strain. These creatures were far more powerful than anything he had raised so far.
As he extended his influence, the Panthers hesitated, their feral instincts at odds with his control. Ray's mana surged, each breath coming harder than the last as he held them at bay. For a moment, it seemed like he had them under control—but then, one of the Panthers leapt at him, its jaws snapping with terrifying speed.
The world around him slowed as the Panther's fangs came closer. Ray's heart pounded, his instincts kicking in as he summoned his blade of bone. With a flash, the Panther's attack was deflected, but the sheer power of its strike sent Ray stumbling back. The Panther's claws ripped through his clothes, leaving deep gashes in his skin.
Ray's breath came in ragged gasps, and he quickly summoned his undead army to his side. The Level 1 and 2 undead rushed forward, surrounding the Panthers, their numbers overwhelming the beasts. Slowly, the tide turned, and with a final command, the Panthers fell, their bodies dissolving into dust.
But Ray didn't feel relief. Instead, there was an unsettling realization deep within him.
> "Level 4 beasts. And I can't even control them properly." System's voice was low, almost grim. "This is getting worse. And if you don't slow down the growth of your domain, the next beast might be far beyond your reach."
Ray wiped the blood from his face, his eyes dark with determination. "I won't let this go out of control."
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The Gathering Storm
The next few days were a blur of activity as Ray worked tirelessly to regain control over his domain. He spent hours each day meditating, trying to connect more deeply with the land, to understand the source of the strange power growing within it. But every time he made progress, something new emerged—more beasts, more unnatural growth.
It was clear: his domain was beginning to attract the attention of forces far more powerful than anything he had encountered.
But his true test came when he received an unexpected visitor.
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The Visitor
Late one evening, as Ray sat in his study, poring over old texts, a soft knock came at the door. He looked up, expecting one of his family members or a servant, but instead, it was someone he didn't recognize.
"Ray, I presume?" the man asked. His voice was smooth, confident, and his eyes gleamed with an almost predatory light. "I've been sent by your grandfather. We need to talk."
Ray stood slowly, sizing the man up. He was tall, with a broad build that suggested strength, and his aura was heavy with the energy of a Rank 7 warrior. But it wasn't his physicality that caught Ray's attention—it was the dark energy that seemed to swirl around him.
"I'm listening," Ray replied coolly.
The man smiled, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "I think it's time you learned the truth about Level 8 and 9 beasts. You've been playing with fire, Ray. But soon, you'll have to face the inferno."
Ray's pulse quickened, but he didn't let it show. "Go on."
"You've been growing too quickly," the man continued, stepping closer. "And soon, the beasts you've been taming won't be enough to protect you. To kill a Level 9 Beast, you need more than just strength. You need the power of a unified front—every Rank 8 human must join forces to face it. If you try to take one down alone, you'll fail. That's the reality of this world."
Ray's eyes narrowed. "So, what exactly are you offering?"
The man leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "A partnership. You need allies, and I know where to find them. If you want to survive, you'll need Rank 8 warriors on your side. And I can help you."
Ray's mind raced. Rank 8 warriors were the elite of the human world, and they were no mere allies—they were powerful forces in their own right. A Level 9 Beast was a danger that would require more than just power—it would require strategy, unity, and strength beyond anything he had ever imagined.
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The Next Step
Ray nodded slowly, his mind already turning over the possibilities. The pieces were falling into place, but the road ahead would be more dangerous than anything he had faced before.
> "Be careful, Ray. This is a game of gods and monsters. And the stakes are higher than you realize." System's voice was filled with warning.
But Ray didn't hesitate. He had come this far, and he wasn't about to back down now.
> "We'll do this my way," he whispered to himself, the weight of the challenge settling over him like a cloak. "And we'll make them regret ever crossing me."
---Chapter 7: The Gathering of Power
Ray sat in silence, staring at the stranger who had just offered him an opportunity that could change everything. The man's words echoed in his mind: Rank 8 warriors, Level 9 beasts, alliances. All things he had to consider carefully. But one thing was certain—Ray was no longer the naive boy who had been reincarnated into a noble family. He was beginning to understand the full weight of the world he now inhabited.
The stranger leaned back against the wooden chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes keenly observant. "You look like you're thinking about it," he said, breaking the silence. "But trust me, Ray, this isn't a decision to take lightly. Level 9 beasts don't appear every day. When they do, they shake the foundation of everything. People die, kingdoms fall."
Ray finally spoke, his voice firm. "I didn't come this far to hesitate. But why should I trust you? For all I know, you're here to manipulate me into something that benefits you."
The stranger's smile widened, not in a sinister way, but in a way that suggested he had heard this kind of question before. "Trust is earned, not given," he said smoothly. "But consider this: your domain, your power, it's all growing too quickly. The only way to control that power is by finding the right allies. And those allies need to know exactly what they're up against."
Ray felt the weight of the words, but he wasn't fully convinced. There was too much about this man, this situation, that didn't sit right with him. Still, the prospect of Rank 8 warriors and the threat of Level 9 beasts was undeniable. He couldn't afford to turn away any potential advantage.
"What's your name?" Ray asked, deciding to play the game for now.
The man tilted his head. "Call me Victor," he said, a slight glint of amusement in his eyes. "I'll help you assemble your forces, but I expect something in return. Knowledge is a currency in this world, Ray. And I'm in need of information you can provide."
Ray studied him for a moment, weighing the offer. His instincts told him that this man was no mere messenger; he was a player, and likely a dangerous one at that. Still, in a world as treacherous as this one, he couldn't afford to be picky.
"I'll consider your offer, Victor. But if you think I'm blindly following you, you're mistaken," Ray replied, his voice cold and steady.
Victor didn't seem phased by the rejection. "Fair enough. But remember, Ray, the more you delay, the more dangerous things become. If you don't start building the right connections now, you'll regret it when that Level 9 beast shows up at your door."
Ray's mind raced. There was no doubt that the Level 9 beasts were a ticking time bomb, but how could he possibly prepare for something so immense? The Rank 8 warriors could certainly help, but would they even accept his offer? And if they did, would he be strong enough to lead them?
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The Decision
Over the following days, Ray immersed himself in the task of building connections and strengthening his position. His domain continued to grow, but it was clear that the power within it was becoming more unpredictable. The Beast Trees pulsed with energy, their roots spreading deeper into the earth, and the undead began to evolve at a faster pace.
The Panther Tree had reached a dangerous level, and Ray could feel the increasing pressure of the Level 4 Panthers it produced. But that was only one part of the equation. The growing power of his undead army was also creating ripples throughout the domain. He had always known that his control over the undead was unique, but now it seemed that he had attracted the attention of forces beyond his understanding.
And then, there was his family.
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A Moment with Family
Ray stood in the grand dining hall, watching his family gather for dinner. His grandfather, a towering figure of authority and strength, sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of unreadable emotion. His grandmother, always warm and protective, sat next to him, her eyes softened with love whenever they landed on Ray.
His mother, ever poised, was discussing matters of the household with his uncle, while his twin siblings, playful as always, were bickering over some trivial thing.
In this moment, the world felt far removed from the chaos of his domain. Here, with his family, Ray was reminded of the life he had been reincarnated into—the life of nobility, of tradition, and of legacy.
His sister, noticing his distant gaze, shot him a playful smile. "What's on your mind, big brother?" she asked, her voice light.
Ray couldn't help but smile back, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Just thinking about the future. We need to prepare. There's a lot more at stake than any of us realize."
His grandfather looked at him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Ray," he said, his tone firm, "you've been away for too long. There's more to being a leader than just raw power. You must learn to navigate the politics of our world. If you're not careful, you'll find yourself on the wrong side of a much more dangerous beast—the human one."
Ray nodded slowly, understanding his grandfather's words. "I know, grandfather. But things are changing quickly. We need to move fast."
The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but Ray couldn't shake the weight of his grandfather's warning. The human world was just as dangerous as the beasts he faced, and navigating it was far more complex than any dungeon run or beast hunt.
As dinner ended, Ray took a moment to slip away from the table, his mind restless with the events of the day. He stepped outside into the cool night air, staring up at the stars.
> "System, what do you think about this whole thing?" Ray asked, speaking aloud as if to the void.
> "I think you're running headfirst into a wall, Ray. But then again, that's what makes it fun." System replied, its voice full of sarcastic amusement. "You're no stranger to taking risks. But be careful—there's a fine line between ambition and recklessness."
Ray chuckled dryly. "I'm well aware, System. But what choice do I have? This power... it's too dangerous to leave unchecked."
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Next: Chapter 8 – The First AllianceChapter 8: The Hidden Domain
Ray stood at the edge of his domain, his eyes scanning the vast, ever-changing landscape. His heart pounded as the weight of his decision settled upon him. The domain had become more than just a tool of power—it was his secret weapon, a sanctuary that held immense potential. And the more he learned, the more he understood the danger of revealing it to the wrong people.
The Beast Trees were growing at an alarming rate, and with each passing day, new creatures emerged from their depths. Yet, despite the growing power, Ray knew that if anyone outside his immediate circle learned of his domain's existence, it would be the end of everything.
His grandfather's words about politics echoed in his mind. The human world was ruthless. Any advantage, any hint of abnormal power, would be seized upon by those with the ambition to use it—perhaps even destroy it.
"System, how secure is the domain?" Ray asked, his voice low.
> "As secure as you want it to be, Ray. But remember, the more you try to hide it, the more attention you draw. Secrets are dangerous things." The system's voice hummed with its usual dry wit. "I suggest some extra precautions. It wouldn't hurt to add a few more 'distractions' around the borders. Something to throw off any potential scouts."
Ray smirked at the suggestion. "I'm starting to think that keeping this thing hidden will be harder than I imagined."
> "Not if you're smart about it. What about placing a barrier? Something that creates an illusion. A fog, perhaps? Or a natural barrier that makes it look like there's nothing here at all."
Ray's eyes lit up. The idea of an illusion barrier was brilliant. He had no intention of letting anyone know about the full extent of his domain—not yet, at least. The Beast Trees were powerful, and the undead army was growing too fast. He couldn't afford to expose such a valuable asset to the world.
"I'll get to work on that," Ray said, making a mental note to add the illusionary barrier as soon as possible. "But what about the Level 9 beast? I can't exactly hide that from the world forever."
> "Ah, the Level 9. That's the real problem, isn't it?" System mused. "But don't forget, Level 9 beasts are rare. Extremely rare. And if they do show up, it's not as though they'll just be wandering into your backyard. You have time to prepare. You have time to strengthen your army."
Ray nodded, although his mind was still clouded with questions. The Level 9 beasts were a different kind of danger. The power they possessed was unfathomable, and as Victor had mentioned before, even the combined forces of multiple Rank 8 warriors might not be enough to take one down.
For now, Ray's best course of action was to continue strengthening his undead army, forging stronger weapons, and—most importantly—forming alliances. But he would do so cautiously. His domain remained a secret for now, and he had no intention of letting anyone discover it unless absolutely necessary.
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The First Alliance
In the following days, Ray made his way to the capital city, Aethralis, a bustling metropolis filled with political intrigue, whispers of war, and opportunistic nobles. Here, he hoped to make his first true alliance, one that could help him face the coming storm.
His family had provided some of the most influential connections in the city, but Ray knew that the game played here was one of subtlety and deception. The world of high society in Aethralis was not for the faint of heart.
As Ray entered the grand hall of the Royal Academy, where he would meet the first potential ally, he felt the weight of the city's politics pressing down on him. The academy was a place for the elite, where only the most talented and powerful individuals trained.
The door opened, and Ray was greeted by a tall man with sharp features—an aristocrat, no doubt. His name was Lord Magnus Dreyford, and he was known for his influence in the military and political spheres. If anyone could be trusted to help in the fight against Level 9 beasts, it was someone like him.
"Ah, Ray, I've heard much about you," Lord Magnus said with a thin smile. He had the air of someone who had seen it all. "Your family has been quite influential in recent years. I assume you're here for more than just pleasantries."
Ray didn't waste time with unnecessary formalities. "I need your help, Lord Magnus. I'm preparing for something much bigger than any of us could have predicted. I'm asking for your support in a matter that could change the course of our future."
Lord Magnus raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. "I'm listening."
"I'm building an army," Ray said, his voice steady. "An army that will stand against threats unlike anything we've faced before. But I can't do it alone. I need people like you—strong, capable, and willing to fight for the future."
Lord Magnus studied him for a moment, clearly weighing the offer. "You're ambitious, Ray. I'll give you that. But why should I risk everything for someone like you? What exactly are you proposing?"
Ray's gaze sharpened. "I'm offering you the chance to be part of something greater than any of us. You can help me form a coalition of powerful warriors, nobles, and even the Beast Trees themselves. The Level 9 beasts will come soon, and when they do, the entire kingdom will be at risk. We can either stand together or fall apart."
Lord Magnus's smile widened, but there was a trace of calculation in his eyes. "You're making a bold claim, Ray. But I think you understand that trust is earned in this world. I'll need more than just promises."
Ray didn't flinch. "I can show you the power I'm building. But not here. Not yet. If you truly want to understand, meet me outside the city. I'll show you what I've been working on."
Lord Magnus paused, clearly considering the implications of the offer. After a tense moment, he nodded. "I'll meet you outside the city, Ray. But remember this—if you're playing a dangerous game, I'll be watching closely."
Ray didn't speak as Lord Magnus turned and left the hall. He knew that the road ahead would be full of challenges, but this was the first step. Lord Magnus was a powerful ally, and gaining his support would give Ray the leverage he needed in the coming battles.
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Back in the Domain
Ray returned to his domain, the secret sanctuary where his power continued to grow. He had set the illusionary barrier in place, and the domain now seemed to shimmer with a faint mist—something that would keep prying eyes from discovering the truth.
But there was little time to relax. The Level 9 beast loomed ever closer, and Ray needed to prepare his forces, refine his strategy, and ensure that he wasn't walking into a trap.
As night fell, Ray stood once again at the edge of the domain, staring into the distance.
His path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear—he would do whatever it took to protect his family, his people, and his hidden sanctuary.
NChapter 9: Secrets Unraveled
Ray's mind was sharp as ever, but the weight of his responsibilities pressed down harder each day. It had been weeks since his meeting with Lord Magnus, and the political atmosphere in Aethralis was growing tenser by the day. Word had spread, albeit subtly, that Ray was amassing power in ways that defied conventional understanding. His undead army, fueled by dark magic, his Beast Trees, and his mysterious domain had all become subjects of rumor and speculation.
Ray stood in the center of the grand hall of his estate, the flickering light of candles casting long shadows across the stone walls. Victoria stood beside him, her eyes scanning the room with an intensity that matched his own.
"The council meeting is tomorrow," she said, her voice low. "I don't like the looks of this. They're getting restless."
Ray knew she was right. The influential figures he'd been interacting with—lords, generals, and even scholars—were beginning to grow suspicious of the power he wielded. Some might call it envy, others might call it fear. But Ray knew that fear was the greatest motivator in this world.
"I need to be careful," Ray muttered to himself, his gaze narrowing as he turned to look at the map on the wall. The kingdom's defenses were already stretched thin. He'd heard rumors of the Insect Queen's forces gathering on the far side of the continent, and whispers of a Tier 3 portal opening soon. Ray had no illusions that the human world was in danger—not just from the beasts, but from internal strife as well.
He needed allies, and not just the superficial kind. He needed to make the right moves, to play the political game with finesse. But that meant revealing more of his hand than he was comfortable with.
Turning back to Victoria, he asked, "How are the preparations on our end? Are the undead ready for battle?"
Victoria's eyes softened slightly as she nodded. "They're advancing fast. Level 6 is where they're at now. I've been training them with more specialized tactics. They're not just a swarm anymore—they're a coordinated force."
Ray felt a flicker of pride, but it was short-lived. His army, his strength, his Beast Trees—all of it could be compromised if the wrong people caught wind of it. That's why the domain had to remain hidden for now, and that's why he'd gone to great lengths to ensure that no one could see what was really going on behind the illusionary barrier.
But there was one more thing that nagged at him, something he couldn't ignore any longer. His Level 9 beast had not appeared in his domain, but Ray could feel its presence in the air. It was coming. He could almost hear its heartbeat, feel its immense power lurking on the horizon.
"Victoria, I need you to handle the Royal Academy," Ray said, his voice cool and commanding. "There are too many eyes on me now. Make sure no one gets too close. We can't afford any distractions. If we're going to face the Level 9 beast, we need everything we've got."
Victoria nodded, her expression resolute. "Understood. I'll take care of it."
Ray watched her leave, his mind already racing with plans. He had long since learned that this world didn't play fair. The Beast Trees, the undead, his growing power—it was all a potential target. But that didn't matter. Ray wasn't in the business of playing safe anymore. He was in the business of survival.
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The Royal Academy
Later that evening, Ray found himself standing at the gates of the Royal Academy, a massive fortress of knowledge and political power. It was a place of prestige, where the most talented individuals in the kingdom were trained. Yet, Ray knew that even here, beneath all the grandeur and order, there were whispers, betrayals, and schemes.
He wasn't here to train or attend classes. No, today was about securing his future.
As he walked through the grand halls, the faces of the most promising young warriors, scholars, and nobles passed by him. They all glanced in his direction, some with curiosity, others with admiration. But Ray could sense something else—a palpable unease. They had heard the rumors, and they knew something was off. That much was clear.
He made his way to the headmaster's office, where Lord Arcturus awaited him. Lord Arcturus was a powerful figure in the Royal Academy, a man of immense influence, though his motives were always shrouded in mystery.
The door to the office creaked open, and Ray stepped inside. Lord Arcturus was sitting behind a large desk, his fingers steepled in front of him as he looked at Ray with piercing eyes.
"Ray," Lord Arcturus greeted him, his tone neutral but careful. "I hear you've been busy."
Ray didn't sit. He wasn't here to play games. "I'm here to make sure our interests align. The kingdom is on the brink of something dangerous, and we both know it. I need your help."
Lord Arcturus studied him for a long moment before leaning back in his chair. "You want my help?" He chuckled softly. "You're asking for a great deal, Ray. What makes you think I'd want to be involved in whatever it is you're planning?"
Ray's eyes darkened, the weight of his words carrying a sense of unspoken power. "Because if you don't, you won't be able to stop what's coming. And when the Level 9 beasts arrive, even your academy won't be able to protect you."
The room fell silent, the tension thickening like a storm cloud. Lord Arcturus' expression remained unreadable, but Ray could sense the shift in the atmosphere. This wasn't just a conversation anymore. It was a negotiation—a dangerous one.
"Very well," Lord Arcturus said after a long pause. "But understand this, Ray. I don't align myself with anyone unless it benefits me. If you want my support, you'll have to prove that you're worth it."
Ray nodded, fully aware of the challenge ahead. "Then consider this the beginning of a partnership."
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As Ray left the academy, his mind was already working through the next steps. Lord Arcturus had agreed to support him, but there were many more players to consider. The Royal Academy wasn't the only faction he needed to be concerned about.
The Insect Queen was still out there, and soon, the Tier 3 portal would open, allowing even more dangerous forces to invade. Ray needed to move quickly—more alliances needed to be forged, and his undead army needed to be fully prepared. The battle for survival had only just begun.Chapter 10: The Unseen Hand
Ray stood in the center of his domain, his eyes scanning the horizon. The soft hum of magic filled the air as his Beast Trees swayed with the wind. The Panther Tree, with its agile, sleek beasts, and the Wolf Tree, producing creatures that had become almost as deadly as the real thing, were the cornerstones of his growing army. Ray had spent the last few days strengthening his undead, pushing them to Level 7, and preparing for what was to come. The Level 9 beasts were looming on the edge of his domain, and he could feel their presence, like a distant storm that was slowly drawing closer.
The air shifted as System 15 chimed in. "Ray, the Insect Queen's forces are moving. The Tier 3 portal is almost open. We don't have much time."
Ray's expression hardened. "I know," he muttered. "But it's not just the beasts we have to worry about." His eyes narrowed as he thought about his meeting with Lord Arcturus. The Academy had given him an ally—one who could provide information and potentially more, but there were strings attached. He had promised to prove his worth, and now it was time to show just how much power he could wield.
He couldn't afford to be just another pawn in someone else's game.
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Later that evening, Ray found himself in a dimly lit room at the heart of the Royal Academy, standing across from Lord Arcturus. The man had kept his word—his support had been more than just words. Through his influence, Ray had gained access to confidential documents detailing the movements of Insect World forces and their preparations for the upcoming invasion.
"The Tier 3 portal," Ray said, holding a map that displayed the location of the gate. "If this opens, it could change everything. And the worst part? It's not the Insect Queen herself who worries me. It's the others who are waiting behind the curtain."
Lord Arcturus raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Ray could tell he wasn't entirely surprised. Lord Arcturus had seen the rise of many power players—some who had come and gone, some who had learned to wield their strength wisely. But none had managed to climb to the height Ray had in such a short time.
Ray paused, taking in the room's oppressive silence. "You know as well as I do that the political factions of this kingdom are fractured. And with the invasion looming, everyone's going to be scrambling for power. If we don't act first, we'll be swallowed up by the chaos."
Lord Arcturus leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "You want to strike first, then. To take advantage of the chaos before the Insect Queen and her Level 9 beasts arrive."
Ray nodded. "Yes. But we need allies—strong ones. The Royal Academy is a good start, but we need to secure more ground. I'm not just talking about beasts and soldiers. I need political support. Financial backing. And I need those who are willing to fight."
Lord Arcturus considered this. "And what will you offer in return, Ray? This isn't just about protection and power. What can you give that would make others throw in their lot with you?"
Ray's gaze hardened. "I can offer them control. The Beast Trees are unique—no one else in the kingdom has access to them. But there's more: my undead army. Once they reach Level 8, they'll be able to challenge even the strongest foes. I can make them an unstoppable force."
Lord Arcturus chuckled darkly. "A force, yes. But it's a dangerous one. You've got power, but how will you wield it? Even you cannot keep all the factions happy forever."
Ray didn't flinch. "I'm not here to keep them happy. I'm here to make sure they understand that if they want to survive the coming storm, they'll have to follow my lead."
There was a brief pause as Lord Arcturus thought about Ray's words. Finally, he stood. "Very well. You'll have what you need, for now. But remember, Ray: everyone has their price. You'll find that out soon enough."
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The Next Day
Ray walked the streets of Aethralis, his mind racing. The city was buzzing with rumors of the Tier 3 portal, and the impending invasion. But there was more at stake than just survival. The Level 9 beasts weren't the only threat. There were many who sought to use the invasion as a means to increase their own power, to climb the ladder of politics and influence.
Ray had always understood one thing: knowledge was power. But power alone wasn't enough. He had to make alliances, foster loyalty, and keep his enemies guessing.
As he walked, Ray's eyes locked onto a familiar figure in the crowd. It was Fiora, his sister, with her rare class that had allowed her to wield unique magic that Ray had yet to fully understand. Her beauty and strength were unmatched, but it was the bond between them that he cherished most.
"Fiora," Ray called out, his voice cutting through the noise.
She turned, her eyes brightening as she spotted him. "Ray," she said, her voice tinged with relief. "I've been looking for you."
Ray raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"
Fiora glanced around, making sure no one was eavesdropping. "I've heard whispers," she said, lowering her voice. "There's talk of a new alliance forming. Some of the noble houses are banding together, and they're looking for someone strong to lead them. I think they're coming for you, Ray."
Ray's heart skipped a beat. "I've already made my move," he said quietly. "But I won't turn down any allies. Tell me more."
Fiora hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I've heard that some of the houses are worried about your growing power. They're afraid that if they don't act now, you'll be unstoppable. They want to be on the winning side, but they're scared."
Ray's lips twisted into a smile, though it was far from comforting. "Let them be scared. They'll learn soon enough what happens when you try to play games in a world where power is everything."
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Back at the Domain
Later that night, Ray stood at the edge of his Domain, the faint glow of his Beast Trees casting eerie shadows around him. His undead were slowly but steadily growing stronger, and with the new Beast Trees rapidly maturing, the situation was beginning to tip in his favor. However, he wasn't the only one playing for control.
The Insect Queen's forces were advancing, and the Tier 3 portal was about to open. Ray could feel the Level 9 beasts closing in, their presence like a dark cloud on the horizon.
He turned to System 15, his mind made up. "Prepare the domain. I want everything in place for the battle ahead."
"You got it, Ray," came the chaotic response. "The Level 9 beasts might not be here yet, but they're getting closer. Make sure your undead army is ready to move at a moment's notice. It's about to get messy."
Ray stood silently for a moment, his eyes focused on the distance. He could feel the storm coming—he had to be ready. The world was about to change, and whether he liked it or not, Ray was at the center of it all.
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