The cave was quiet and filled with blue crystals that illuminated the walls with a cold glow. The only sound that echoed through the cavern was the soft hiss of acid dripping from Senryanku's body as it struck the stone floor.
Senryanku slowly opened his eyes.
"Urue Everhour stopped the endless bloodshed by taking control and becoming the King of Utopia."
Using his Spirit Core, no one could challenge him. He could multiply weapons, food, and resources. Years passed, and Utopia grew stronger. The people slowly began to understand him. In time, they came to love him.
Both sides had sent fleets toward Utopia, yet none survived the journey. Even the few who managed to reach the island were easily eliminated by the people who now proudly called themselves Utopians.
Senryanku's face looked distant as he muttered to himself.
"What is peace? Hmm."
"Peace has never truly existed. It is an illusion. A word invented by humans. A fragile agreement meant only to buy time and prepare for the next war."
"And what then is war? Is it fought to protect a country, loved ones, and families? Or is it simply a misunderstanding between nations that eventually turns into violence?"
After living many years on Earth, Senryanku had come to a realization.
"War is nothing more than an opportunity for the poor to obtain wealth, and for the rich to obtain even more wealth."
"But peace is fragile. In reality there is no true peace. After war there is only victory or defeat, settlement or stalemate. Peace is simply time bought to prepare for the next war."
His thoughts drifted further into memory.
After he lost to Urue Everhour, Urue Everhour healed him. Later, Senryanku came to Utopia and became his most trusted subordinate.
Then came the day everything ended.
During one of Urue Everhour's speeches, an intruder appeared. A lone assassin who had infiltrated Utopia disguised as a citizen.
The blade pierced Urue Everhour's skull, striking close to his Spirit Core.
Sensing imminent destruction, the Spirit Core reacted automatically. It severed his consciousness from the dying body. His body transformed into a sperm like form and self detonated. The fragment of life traveled through time, searching for a resting place, carrying the will of Urue Everhour.
Urue Everhour was dead. But Senryanku could still sense his will.
The presence was faint and fragile like a dying ember. His consciousness had vanished, completely erased, but something remained. A residue of time itself, weakened and fading.
That very night, under the cover of darkness, Senryanku teleported to the place where he sensed Urue Everhour's will had traveled.
But when he arrived there was nothing. The presence disappeared the moment he arrived, as though it had never been there at all. Only a woman lying on her bed could ne seen.
Senryanku stared at her for a long moment before turning away. He teleport back to Utopia.
But something went wrong, when he appeared he was not standing on land.
Instead he appeared inside the sea. Water stretched endlessly in every direction. The waves pressed against him with deep ocean pressure.
The location of Utopia, was now empty no trace that an island was once there.
Utopia had vanished from the world only then did Senryanku understand.
Urue Everhour had not simply died he had anticipated this day with no path left to follow, Senryanku waited.
Days turned into months and months turned into years.
But time never brought him back.
Senryanku did not abandon vengeance.
Urue Everhour had been the King of Utopia, and Senryanku had served under him. His death would not go unanswered.
So Senryanku chose a new path.
If the world would not return what it had taken from me, then i will take every important thing from the world.
Senryanku started with Scotland.
In a single night, its capital fell.
Senryanku ordered his forces to seal the borders of Scotland. No one was allowed to enter or leave.
With escape cut off, he struck from within.
The noble families those with wealth, influence, and the power to oppose him were the first targets. Their estates fell one after another in a single night.
Senryanku and Lucifer personally attacked the base of Scotland's immortal cultivators.
Senryanku left none alive.
Only three had reached Rank 7. The rest were Rank 6.
By dawn, every force in Scotland capable of opposing him had been wiped out.
News spread faster than fire.
At the beginning, Senryanku's army consisted of one thousand demons. Ten of them were Rank 6 immortals while the rest were Feral Soul masters.
Then the numbers began to grow.
Ten thousand.
Twenty thousand.
Fifty thousand.
By the end of the week, the army had surpassed one hundred thousand.
They came from everywhere.
Monsters who had lost their homes.
Beasts driven from their lands.
Creatures hunted to the edge of extinction.
They crossed mountains and seas, drawn to the only hope they believed remained. The only leader willing to stand for them.
Two weeks after eliminating the nobles who could oppose him, Senryanku took the throne.
Before both humans and monsters, he held the scepter and was crowned King of Scotland in the traditional ceremony used by the kings of Britain.
The crowd watched him with fear, expectation, and something far more dangerous.
Hope.
Humans and monsters stood beneath the same banner.
All were now under Senryanku's command.
The humans of Scotland knew they were finally safe from monster attacks, yet some feared that the demon king might one day turn the monsters against them.
Senryanku's first decree became known as the New Laws of Scotland.
First. No internal conflict.
No fighting within Scotland's borders. Human or monster. Any bloodshed among citizens would be punished without exception.
Second. No racism.
Hatred based on race, species, or origin was forbidden. Scotland would not be divided by prejudice.
Third and most important.
All monsters are welcome in Scotland. The same applies to humans.
From that day forward, monsters were no longer outsiders. They were citizens of Scotland, granted the same rights and protection as humans.
The kingdom changed overnight.
When the news spread beyond Scotland's borders, the other British nations panicked.
An alliance quickly formed among the divided countries of Britain. Tens of thousands of soldiers were mobilized and marched toward Scotland to crush what they called a monstrous rebellion.
They did not last a month.
The new Scottish army humans and monsters fighting side by side was far stronger than Britannia had expected.
An amry that fights for freedom and thier homes can't be compared with an army that fight for thier kings or for benefits.
In the end, Britannia retreated in defeat.
They abandoned their campaign and turned inward, strengthening their borders instead.
For the first time in generations, Scotland stood unchallenged and Britain slowly realized the truth.
This was not a rebellion. It was the birth of a new kingdom.