Supreme Monarch

After the events of the undead war had come to an end, words of the missing behemoth of greed, Mammon. Slowly spread across the demon continent, leading the demon masses to speculate on the activities of the infamous seven primordial behemoths.

Although the Primordials had been around for more than half a millennium now, it was only natural that the general public would doubt their existence as none of them had made any moves in the main continent since their great revolution against the Great Five, opting to remain within the confines of their own region in the outskirts of the demon continent.

Their lack of a presence in the main continent had led the common masses to lose fate in their existence entirely. B their stories was nothing more than a fairytale fabricated by the minorities to give hope to their future Generations.

As only the truly strong could venture safely towards the Primordials' regions, it was almost impossible to confirm the existence of these behemoths for the commoners.

However, with the news of the disappearance of the behemoth of Greed, Mammon, spreading like wildfire, the seven great behemoths had been a little active lately and Mammon's region had been thrown into a frenzy in the search for his successor yet again.

Naturally, they had decided to hold a tournament of power within the next few months and as per the rules, everyone, including demons and demon nobles were qualified to participate.

This hadn't happened in over a hundred years, causing an uproar in the lives of the regular civilians of all-regions. Speculations on how the behemoth of Greed had died had begun to spread similar to his demise, as the news of the event the unfolds during the undead war also followed suit.

Some said Mammon had joined forces with the mysterious behemoth to challenge the Great Five who were responsible for orchestrating the undead war and had been fallen in battle. Others said he had been betrayed by the mysterious behemoth and died at his hands.

Some said that his death was completely unrelated to the war. However, no matter what was said, one thing was constant and that was the Great Five's involvement in the war that had taken the demon continent by storm.

Many speculated on what this war had meant and why the Great Five couldn't just bring down their full force on this mysterious behemoth instead of going through such a roundabout method of challenging him like they were afraid of something.

The answer to this question was simple, and that was because, for some reason, they just couldn't or rather, they wouldn't. For a single behemoth to bring the mighty Great Demon Lords to hesitate even as he took over the Darknar region and settled inside the demon king's castle, such a thing was completely in fathomable.

That was something even the Seven primordials couldn't achieve in more than 500 years. There was no way this behemoth was ordinary, he couldn't even be compared to the seven primordials.

As these events became gossip in the ears of the masses, the stories got more escalated the further it spreads to the point that almost no body could believe or rather accept the idea as a possibility. However, for those who could locate the truth amongst the sea of lies, these chain of events had left the entire continent and beyond scratching their heads as they asked the question:

What did this mean?

For a single behemoth to claim the demon king's region, forcing the Great Five to not make a move by sheer force. There was only one person everyone could think of that had the power and authority to make the Greats shiver. That person was none other than, the demon king of Destruction.

Whispers of this mysterious behemoth being the reincarnation of the demon king slowly began to spread with many dismissing the idea as ludicrous. However, for those who had remained loyal to the demon king even after all this time, they had all taken this far fetch rumors to heart as they secretly sent out their scouts to investigate in hopes that there was some truth to the rumors.

However, even if the rumors were false, one thing remained the absolute truth.

The demon continent was a place that was ruled by absolute power even though most of its chaos had been watered down by the nobles over the centuries.

Still, it was clear that this mysterious behemoth had the strength that matched each of the great fives. A strength that could not be taken lightly. With such power and authority, one thing was clear to all those who heard it. This was the rise of the Sixth Great Demon Lord, and by extension, his family.

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As numerous rumors of his identity and exploits spread and escalates far across the demon continent, Tyler remained oblivious to the potential problems as he made his way to his newfound city.

While he could've easily teleported to the city, Albert had been against that idea as he had suggested Tyler makes a grand entrance. Compared to before when his city had barely 2,000 residents, the population had grown rapidly in only a week.

Of course, this had caused a lot of problems for him and he seemed to have bitten more than he could handle but luckily he didn't have to do all the work himself. Frankly, he had spent most of his time yesterday lazing about in the castle with Rain.

Well, that may have been a bad idea in hindsight as he had ended up being pressured into allowing Liz to move into his office. With that, his plans of an easy life seem to have gone down the drain as he now had to do actual paperwork as though he was an office worker.

Of course, none of his vassals wanted him to work that hard in the first place. As originally intended, he would've only had to dictate a general direction or goal for his subordinates to work towards. All he has to do is to sit back on his throne and observe the hard work of his new family.

The fact that reality did not match expectations was not considered his fault in the least. To his generals, it seems they think that those that could match his expectations were few and far between, in other words, they lack sufficient talent.

Of course, Tyler did not refute them as he didn't want to be dragged into some more convoluted and complicated plans he could barely keep up with. At this point, even Uriel's explanations were getting increasingly more difficult for him to understand. It was as though she was increasing the difficulty little by little just to get him to improve.

'What a shrewd A.I I've gotten.'

Speaking of Uriel, he could easily solve all their current problems just by relying on her brilliance, passing it off as his own and becoming as his subordinates already saw him.

An all-powerful, all knowing and hyper-intelligent Supreme entity.

However, Tyler was actively trying to break that perfect persona in their eyes as carefully as he could without damaging his reputation or losing their loyalty so he wanted the foundations of the new Darknar region to be born of everyone's hard work and effort and not just by his hands.

That said, he still wanted to create a perfect, or at the very least, near a perfect and peaceful city with technology that could match or even surpass the modern era. So naturally, he had to rely on Uriel to help come up with ideas for the dwarves to work on for him and had already assigned them with a multitude of projects.

Amongst all his subordinates, he seems to been working them the hardest so he was sure to prepare a descent reward based on their preferences.

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Having been dressed for a public appearance by Cora, Tyler and Rain who seemingly had nothing to do and had been tagging along with him since yesterday, exited the castle's gate in a Magic carriage pulled by two large and glistening silver wolves adorn by fashionable and high quality gear.

The carriage he was on was the previous plain Magic carriage he had brought with him from the Red ogre settlement. However, it's looks had been touched by the masterful hands of Darren and Hulnyl.

In less than a day, they had completely transformed the carriage into a Royal coach.

The carriage was adorned with gold and glistening emeralds as the crest of the Darknar family that could be found at then entrance of the castle, was engraved in gold on the walls of the carriage. A newly designed flag containing a similar crest was also flown on both side of the carriage.

The majestic silver wolves that pulled the carriage were different from the regular silver wolves that Tyler had seen before as these were considered magic beast at the Tier 4 standard. Such beast would not normally be used as mounts as they were almost impossible to fully train but Tyler had the Might and Domination Demonic eyes and had practically turned them into well trained yet hardly puppies.

With the surrender of the Queen of the south, Daenerys. As well as the death of both the Ancient Rykir of the East and the Undead King of the west. Along with the banishment of the Great Five's scouts, Tyler now had control of over 70% of the Darknar forest and its resources.

So naturally, he had sent people to manage the dangerous forest and capture any useful magic beast they came across. As the offer Z had made to Daenerys involves her maintaining sovereignty over her part of the forest under Tyler's banner, Tyler did not stop her from returning back to her kingdom with most of the demi-humans that she had led during the war.

He simply sent one of the new shadow rogues he had created from the corpse of the few of Daenerys's demi-humans that had died during the war, back with her to keep a close watch on her activities.

He had created about five more of them but even with the boost from the ring of death, their levels were still quite low and their intelligence was not that high so he didn't bother keeping them around him or trusting them with anything too complicated.

He had also sent Moloc's Chaos Legion (compromising only Azalea) into the forest to subjugate and tame any powerful and intelligent magic beast in there and have them serve as a replacement for the ancient Rykir and undead king alongside Daenerys.

He also planned on dealing with the king of the North at a later date. His only worry was that Moloc wouldn't go overboard and destroy the forest.

'That reminds me. I should probably learn Time manipulation as insurance against things like this. It would be bad if I made I mistake I couldn't fix in the future wouldn't it.'

[Notice: The God of Time, Linkway will attempt to prevent any unnecessary changes to time by any means necessary.]

'Wait seriously? There's a god of time? How did I not know of this.'

[Their existence is inconsequential to masters plans so I have deemed them unnecessary. There is no need to worry about being that can no longer step foot in the physical planes so as long as master doesn't venture into their domain unprepared, they are of no importance.]

'Of no importance. Where are you getting so much confidence from. Well whatever, there isn't much I can do now anyway.'

Knowing that he would only drive himself crazy if he thought about this too deeply, Tyler quickly shook the idea off his head as he made a mental note to himself on what to ve mifful of in the future and return his focus back to his ride to Paragon city with Rain.

Tyler knew the trip to the city from his castle took about 10-15 minutes on the paved road. However, the moment he opened his eyes, he quickly realized that their carriage had already arrived in front of Paragon city's gate, and just by what he saw with his Magic sense alone, his eyes widened.