Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me

The clash of law still hums in the air, but it goes no further.

Alix stands there, one hand pressed lightly against a sword of fire-law. The weapon trembles, its brilliance dimming beneath his touch, as if the law itself refuses to defy him.

Velira exhales a shaky laugh of relief. Grathum lowers his axe, chest heaving molten breaths. Zurrak snarls low, void flickering around his fangs, but even he falls still.

Vernoso's eyes widen, shock cutting across his fury.

"What—?" His voice cracks, disbelief dripping from it. He can feel it—this new figure is only Tier 6. His senses don't lie. And yet, this monster just halted his execution. "Impossible. A Tier 6… stopped my law weapon?"

The fire swords vanish into smoke at his command. His smirk returns, though thinner, hiding unease.

"You… you must be their king."

Alix's hand drops to his side. He doesn't move, doesn't posture—yet his presence fills the battlefield heavier than any law-born flame. His voice is calm, almost casual.

"Yes. I am."

He glances at his enemy, and the system flickers before his eyes—

[Name: Vernoso | Race: Human | Level: 705 | Tier: 7]

Alix's gaze sharpens faintly. So he just broke through…

Vernoso tilts his head, curiosity twitching beneath the heat of his fury. "Bold. But tell me—what makes you think a Tier 6 insect can demand payment from me?"

Instead of answering, Alix studies him closer, his tone oddly measured.

"Tell me, how long have you been Tier 7?"

The question catches Vernoso off-guard. He frowns, brows knitting. Why would an enemy ask that now? Still, his pride wins out over caution.

"…Fifty years. Since my breakthrough."

Alix raises a brow, expression unreadable. "Fifty years?"

"Yes," Vernoso snaps, his temper stoked by the calmness in Alix's voice. "Tier 7s live a thousand years at least. My path is steady, patient, unstoppable."

Alix exhales through his nose, almost a laugh. He tilts his head slightly, speaking not in mockery, but genuine observation.

"Fifty years, and this is all you amount to? Isn't that… too slow?"

Vernoso stiffens, fire-law bristling at his shoulders. His pride recoils, yet some part of him falters. He can't tell if this "king" is mocking him—or stating a truth his own heart has avoided.

Alix studies him in silence, his thoughts hidden. He can't tell if this man is simply trash who wasted fifty years… or if this is just how this world works.

The silence hangs for a heartbeat too long. Then Vernoso sneers, shoving doubt down with rage.

"You dare lecture me, insect?" He spreads his hand, fire-law coiling into a single sword—its edge so sharp the air hisses apart before it even swings. "Let's see you hold your tongue when you're ash."

He vanishes forward, speed fueled by law, and slashes down at Alix.

CLANG!

The world shakes as steel meets flame. Vernoso's eyes widen—the sword doesn't cut through. Instead, another weapon locks against it. Black metal etched with golden veins, radiating a weight far beyond Tier 6.

A Tier 7 weapon.

Alix holds it casually, one hand braced on the hilt, as if it were no heavier than a branch. His gaze doesn't even flinch.

"Surprised?"

Vernoso staggers back a step, greed igniting behind his fury. Even he, after fifty years in Tier 7, never claimed such a treasure. His lips curl into a sharp grin.

"So that's it. You hide behind a weapon stronger than you. Good. When I tear it from your corpse, I'll finally have what I deserve."

He lunges again, slashes a dozen strikes in a blink. Fire-law howls with each blow, splitting the ridge into rivers of molten stone.

Alix meets every strike cleanly. No wasted motion. His blade hums like a song of inevitability, each parry sparking shockwaves that rattle the valley.

CLANG—CRASH—BOOM!

Steel and law clash, and for the first time, Vernoso feels resistance—real resistance, not a desperate block, not a fleeing dodge. This Tier 6 moves like an equal.

Vernoso snarls between strikes, voice strained.

"Impossible…! You're Tier 6! You shouldn't even see my movements!"

Alix's tone is calm, almost instructional.

"Your swings are wide. Too much flourish. Power without precision is wasted."

The calmness drives Vernoso mad. He roars, pouring more fire-law into his blade. The world blazes, sky splitting open, ground liquefying under the force of his will.

"Then burn with me!"

The two blades crash again—this time, the shockwave ripples across miles, flattening the ridge and sending dust storms spiraling into the sky.

Vernoso grits his teeth, sweat beading down his temple. The Tier 7 weapon presses back harder than expected, but he clings to his greed, eyes burning.

"That weapon will be mine!"

Alix exhales slowly, his gaze sharpening.

"I don't think you have the capabilities to take this sword of mine."

The blade in his hand dissolves into light, vanishing back into his inventory.

Vernoso blinks in shock. "You—what—?"

But before he can react, the air changes.

Alix lifts his hand. A spear of flame condenses, sharper than glass, brighter than any Tier 6 fire should burn. It hums with something deeper—something absolute.

[Special Tier 6 Skill – Flame Spear (Law Infused)]

The heat alone makes Vernoso's skin prickle, his instincts screaming. This isn't just fire. This is truth.

He swings his law-sword to cut it down—only for Alix to vanish in a crack of stormlight.

[Special Tier 6 Skill – Storm Veil (Law Infused)]

In less than a blink, Alix is at his flank, the Flame Spear driving forward with surgical precision.

The spear and the law-sword collide.

BOOOM!

The explosion tears open the battlefield, a crater hundreds of meters wide birthing itself beneath their feet. Fire and storm coil together, shredding even Vernoso's law weapon into unstable fragments.

He staggers back, blood spraying from a gash across his arm, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Y-you—how…?! What are you?!"

Alix's expression is cold, unreadable, his voice steady.

"Something you'll never understand."

He raises his hand again, stormlight dancing across his fingers, another law-infused skill already taking shape.

Grathum coughs up smoke and blood, forcing molten stone back into his cracked chest. Even in pain, his grin splits wide, tusks gleaming.

"Even with Tier 6 strength… his Majesty is still toying with that Tier 7 human."

Zurrak snarls, tearing the remnants of flame from his wound with a growl. His void-flecked eyes narrow, watching the fight unfold like a predator.

"Hn. That man thought himself a sun. But beside our king… he's just a flickering torch."

Velira, scales still scorched, leans back against a slab of melted stone. Her stormlight hums faint but steady as her wounds knit. Her gaze, however, never leaves Alix. Her voice is softer, almost dreamy, her lips curling in a smile that defies the battlefield's ruin.

"What do you expect?" Her eyes shine like lightning caught in water, filled with awe—and something more. "…He is so handsome."

Grathum lets out a booming laugh that rattles the molten ridge, even as blood drips down his tusks.

"Hah! Careful, Velira—you sound like you'll melt faster than the ground beneath us."

Velira doesn't blink, her smile unwavering as stormlight flickers faintly around her.

"I don't care. I'll say it again—he's handsome. And he's ours to follow."

Zurrak snorts, ears flicking back as void trails across his wound. His tone is colder, but the respect in it is sharp as fangs.

"Speak all you want. But remember this—we can only stand this close to him because the stronger ones haven't resurrected yet. When they revive, we won't get this chance again."