It Starts Getting Out Of Control…

8 years after the Crimsons set off to rescue some Regions and destroy those who challenged the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory's dominion.

“… And you know,” in a broadcasting news show of the Universal Conveyance, a Golden Elf complained. He was seated around a table with other Races, including 2 Humans, who nodded as images from Region-wide wars spread everywhere around the room. The male Elf resumed, feeling preposterous, “This is only continuing. There's nothing stopping these people! The Crimsonbreaking Faction has disappeared, only making a few appearances in faraway places from the border Kingdom. Yet, their dog is now biting everything he sees!”

“Indeed. The situation in the Lsefattern Kingdom has gone out of proportions. I don’t think the Crimsons had any good intentions before, and the Heraxle Clan didn’t know how brazen the Crimsonbreaking Faction would be.” Another person said, adding to the Crimsons’ infamy.

“More than half the Kingdom is already in their hands, but they keep the war going. Don’t they know to make peace? Or do they only know how to force others down their knees before asking them to surrender? Really! I can’t believe this sometimes still…” Yet, another person echoed, letting their thoughts out as a female spoke up amidst their nodding.

“Due to the certain circumstances in which the Kingdom was forced into war by the Crimsons, the estimate of civilian casualties for when the war ends is of 400 billion. Over 10 trillion for cultivators, and maybe triple that amount for citizens. Is this information not enough to make the world understand their doing? The Crimsons aren’t helping anyone but themselves!”

“That’s right!” - “Like you’ve said…” - “Yeah. That demonstrates it completely! Thank you, miss. With your help…” - “There is no end to the atrocities these Crimsons are committing, that’s true. And because of that, other Regions are suffering too, because of them…”

The war continued raging. Before, the Wrath Nihility Academy didn’t spend too much time conquering the entire Blackotia Kingdom. However, that was a Middle Kingdom. Furthermore, the Wrath Nihility Academy didn’t count with as many spaceships as the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory had in the beginning of their Kingdom-wide conquest.

Other than that, the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory only continued to make more war instruments, spaceship Frigates and Destroyers, as the years passed and their initial expansion’s territory developed to its peak.

As their territory expanded, and the surrendered leading figures were sent to the Turtle Hiding Fortress to watch their soldier units and ‘new’ ones getting ready and acclimatized to the Crimsons’ way, their Regions became massive factories. Although it wasn’t exaggerated to the point where only factories were built everywhere, the Regions were worked up to move and immediately work with materials.

In this way, the spaceship manufacture exponentially increased. It was slow, at first, because the auxiliary units had to spread further and further. Thankfully, this wasn’t a Supreme or even a Divine Kingdom, otherwise, many of these 1* and 2* wouldn’t be here, replaced by 3* Regions every now and then, slowing their progress.

Meanwhile, as more and more Regions were occupied, with the enemy Regions defeated, and their leading figures dead, the Crimsons cleared groups of Regions one after another. The soldier units brought to the military forces after nearly a decade added a good portion to the Chief’s forces every time.

The war had just started, and 8 years went by, with the Fighters in the sky becoming more. The civilians in shelters were sought by the new citizens, who still didn’t have enough training. They were moved away from the enemy groups of Regions and even their own. It wasn’t safe to remain there since enemy troops could move however they wanted, and the Crimsons weren’t alien to backtracking because one of their recently conquered Regions was assaulted.

Meanwhile, as the Crimsonbreaking Faction spread over half the Lsefattern Upper Kingdom, they built headquarters at the other end from their territory’s core. Currently, the Lsefattern Kingdom’s remaining independent Regions started seeing more armored vehicles and mounted defensive mini-turrets on the Crimsons’ side, especially when moving through land to another Region.

While the navy wasn’t so useful anymore for these wars, they protected the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory’s core. Meanwhile, the garrison units in each recently conquered Region were left with an utmost important task. To not let their Region and fellow inhabitants fall back into war.

The war continued, and as the Crimsons ventured to the rest of the Kingdom, as their forces already spread to half the Kingdom, the only matter worrying them was protecting the Regions they’ve already conquered.

The enemy wouldn’t just wait and see when their turn came. They could maneuver through the Region and send their forces to a faraway group of Crimsonbreaking Faction territory Regions. The Crimson armada would react quickly, but the enemy still sent these forces, intending to steal and decimate the land before proceeding to the next. Only some 1* Regions suffered because of this, the rest were stopped and annihilated in time. Nevertheless, it was something to consider.

Moreover, recently, in the past couple of months, the enemy Regions seemed to have understood something. Unless they joined each other, they really won’t have an opportunity in this war. As this happened, the Crimsons continued advancing. Even the prospect of a few hundred Regions, a few dozen groups of Regions, colluding; didn’t worry them.

It would’ve been a different matter if this happened in the beginning, but they were too busy warring each other and wasting their forces in other battles. Now, the Crimsons’ conquest progression might be slowing down as their enemies grouped, but it was only that.

***

In the Turtle Hiding Fortress. Heian Ciemnosc sat in his cultivation bedroom with his darkest eyes closed.

His eyelids smoothly twitched before calmly opening. He looked around, feeling relaxed as he saw Dinayid with her hands in the same gesture he adopts to cultivate beside him on his right. She had grown a lot during these 2 decades and a few more years of war.

The Kingdom might’ve been engulfed in it, but the world knew this would give raise to the utmost decisive force that could content with peak Third Step ruling organizations throughout an Upper Kingdom. Thus, others which Heian Ciemnosc pays attention to would receive even more gains from these wars.

Dinayid’s cultivation base increased to the peak of the Life-Long realm. Just a few short years away from becoming an Officer and taking a higher-end official position in the forces. She cultivated with her eyes closed, but after a few minutes of Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes on her, she woke up and released her hands before lifting her body to face him, still sitting cross-legged.

“Sir,” Dinayid lightly bowed her head. Heian Ciemnosc grinned a little and nodded. His left hand went to her bowed head and caressed her, patting her for a bit before relaxing his back on a large cushion behind him. His arms were spread to the sides, adopting a comfortable, lazy position. Dinayid looked at Heian Ciemnosc, heavily blinked a few times, before cuddling him.

Dinayid’s head huddled from his right biceps to below his armpit. Her left ear against his body as she closed her eyes and let her silver coin hair contrast with his dark clothes and overly pale skin from his hand on her right shoulder. Her lips smoothly moved, speaking with a soft, hushed tone. “Congratulations on progressing a little more, my liege.”

“Oh. You relax and get more comfortable if you can,” Heian Ciemnosc said in a hoarse, lazy tone, placing his left wrist on his forehead as he also closed his eyes and relaxed. His dark coat moved to encompass Dinayid’s body, whose knees to her heels were bare. She felt his coat around her, making her warmer yer refreshed as she moaned a little before nestling her nose up and down his right ribs and falling silent.

Heian Ciemnosc had just advanced from the Universe realm 10th stage initial level to the intermediate level. It had taken more than any of his other breakthroughs to the next stage. However, he also felt every single existing fiber of his being changing and evolving with every passing day cultivating. It was like he was undergoing a severe transformation.

The notion was well-welcomed, of course. When he advanced, he slightly woke Dinayid up, whose detection was incredible. Feeling in the mood, Heian Ciemnosc let the beautiful flower lay on him as he enjoyed the fruits of his arduous cultivation. After the first expansion inland, he had enough carcasses to last for a few hundred years. However, that was only if he was considerate to let others accompany him in group cultivation sessions whenever they were free.

‘It looks like I’ll have to speed my devouring up. It shouldn’t be a problem.’ Heian Ciemnosc thought as he felt a small, delicate, smooth hand on his abdomen. This hand had taken over 10,000 lives in every task in the different Regions her army was sent to. Thinking of her hard work, Heian Ciemnosc thought of something for a couple of hours while they cuddled before speaking to Sara. ‘Wife, help me devise a speed and proficiency so that the group cultivation isn’t shorter nor worse for others.’

“Okie!” Sara energetically sprung to her feet after reading from a book with tales and legends. She went to Heian Ciemnosc’s brain in his inner universe and began discussing with him. On the other hand, in her sleep, Dinayid didn’t know why, but she suddenly wanted to sink her face into Heian Ciemnosc’s body and join his being. She continued resting with a peaceful smirk.

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“Zzz… Mmm- hee hee! See? Only a big boss like me can marry you nyauw, my husband~… mnn, mnah, pwa- pah…” Dinayid suddenly muttered, all haughty and condescending to the unfortunate few who aren’t capable enough to marry him.

“Still talking in your sleep? You’re not a little kid anymore,” Heian Ciemnosc turned his head towards her and lightly caressed her face with his left hand. Dinayid continued to smack her lips and protrude them, sleeping like a log.

“…” Heian Ciemnosc gave up. His fingers grasped her cheeks, slightly protruding those already meaty, fabulous, obscure red lips, wetted with some of her saliva. His face caved in and his overly pale red lips engulfed hers. Then, he separated before giving her a peck. After a long minute, their peck ended, with Heian Ciemnosc sighing in delight in his heart and dark Soul.

“More…” Dinayid’s voice suddenly sounded. Heian Ciemnosc was speechless for half a second before acquiescing, moving his torso to face her. “…”

***

8 years later.

“This is incredible!” This time, it wasn’t just 1 or a few news anchors transmitting information from the Crimson news anchor. It was the only way they could gain any intel on the situation in the Lsefattern Kingdom. Although it was lowly, the Crimson news anchor didn’t receive much aid from the outside world after being supported by the Crimsons. Thus, their reach was limited, albeit still across the Universal Conveyance.

In one of the news shows, another group of people, smaller than before around the table, but with many standing around them. A male complained, nearly rising his voice as if enraged. The others round the table were clearly incensed, too. They watched as the man continued.

“This is so stupid! The Lsefattern Kingdom is facing the worst situation they could have ever lived in. There’s nothing we can do when even the inhabitants themselves have been- uh- uh- ah- brainwashed!” The man momentarily stood up from his seat and poked his head with extended, closed fingers.

A woman nodded and added with a more tranquil expression but just as intense as the man’s, “I can’t believe the world knows this is happening and does nothing! So what if the armadas sent there were forced to return? Couldn’t they have at least destroyed the Crimsons’ orbiting space stations? Since they were built, nothing from the Lsefattern Kingdom is known. Other than by those Crimsons’ slaves news anchor.”

“You have to understand, the border Kingdom cannot be invaded by an external force. The Dynasty, Empire, and Nation nearly pushed the Heraxle Clan’s buttons. Don’t you remember the hundreds of Fleets they immediately sent to their borders? The Bluenet Nation and the Flora-Sweet White-Heavens Dynasty had no other choice.” Another person, a middle-aged, bald, male Elf, interjected.

All faces moved onto him, and the camera angles also intensified on his face and expressions. The Elf was initially taken aback before steeling his resolve to speak. “If the Dynasty, Empire, and Nation continued assaulting the Lsefattern Kingdom, it would mean they are invading the Universitalities of Yore Universal Land. Nobody would accept that!”

“Those weren’t any Dynasty people or the like!” A dwarf interrupted. He leaned forth and pointed at the Elf, “Those were people from the Instranoff Middle Kingdom, who felt for their neighboring border Kingdom and wanted to help it get out of such a horrible situation!”

“Everyone knows that’s not true,” a Perkanai said, with liquid flowing beneath his face. He looked at everyone with differing thoughts and continued. “The Instranoff Kingdom has been amassing mercenary cultivators from everywhere in the Universitalities of Yore Universal Land. Everyone knows these cultivators have been trained since the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory occupied the Turtle Hiding Region. They-”

“Hold on!” Suddenly, the man from before shouted and spread his arm to the side, as if stopping others from walking past him. He grabbed his emblem with another hand, clutching it tightly as his eyes flashed with understanding. Nobody knew what kind of information he was receiving.

Pam! Suddenly, he swung his spread arm to the table. Then, as if he just pushed a big button to speak louder, he shouted at the top of his lungs as his face intensely uglified with every word he shouted. “The last 3* Region in the Lsefattern Kingdom fell! The Crimsons are everywhere in the Region… their inhabitants have started celebrating and welcoming them!”

“I’m getting something, too…” Another person around the table said before standing up. His Demon skin cracked, as if going numb to the realization of… the Lsefattern Kingdom no longer blocked or isolated from the outside world. “The 2* Region, Falsimedias, fell to the Crimsons!”

“A group of a dozen 1* Regions’ forces was annihilated by 1 billion soldier units from the Crimsons, hahahaha!” - “4 2* Regions were forced into a corner and were massacred on their knees, begging for forgiveness before a few billion Crimsons… they were citizens! And the massacred soldier units were all cultivators… Unbelievable!”

“… … …” As more and more people echoed with news, specifically from the Lsefattern Kingdom, they calmed down and sat back down on their seats. They suddenly realized something. They felt left out, in the shadows of an overly bright room, as the rest of the world moved on. The prospect that the discussed for so long finally arrived… after less than 20 years…

Less than 20 years to conquer an Upper Kingdom… what?!

Suddenly, the world exploded. The Lsefattern Kingdom abruptly ‘returned to life’ and anyone from the Kingdom contacted through the Universal Conveyance. While the inhabitants had many things to gossip about, especially the itinerant cultivators, they first showcased the latest news spreading throughout the Kingdom.

The outside world suddenly saw the livelihood inside those Regions, whom they were made to believe were in worse living conditions than even the saddest failed Kingdom. They were surprised at first, because the situation through some images from cultivators, clips, or even live streams showed liveliness and bright colors everywhere they went and showed the Kingdom.

Furthermore, there were perfect quality holograms and digital screens even in villages, let alone the Large, Medium, and Small Cities in the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory. These offered news from everywhere in the Kingdom. From the way they showed so many different Regions, the outside world understood something. The Crimsons’ reach spread throughout the Lsefattern Kingdom! Entirely!!

What’s more, the places those livestreaming showed were full of life, and the civilians shopping in random food stall vendors and buildings drew the world’s attention. When they saw the Crimson garrison units, the outside world saw their interactions with the civilians and were flabbergasted. Were such invasive forces well-treated in every settlement?

… How?!

Suddenly, the world discovered the pleasure of belonging to the Lsefattern Kingdom. It no longer looked similar to what the world has given the border Kingdoms the fame and reputation they always had. Yet again, suddenly, countless people were interested in knowing about their Universal Land’s border Kingdoms, but they continued watching in amazement as the day passed…

In the 230th year of the Change, the Lsefattern Kingdom was conquered by the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory, 116 years after the war declaration, and 140 years after the Crimsons arrived at the Kingdom.

. . .

The same day, a couple of hours before the night ended and the early morning commenced. The Crimsonbreaking Faction territory sent a notice to the world through the news anchor they’ve supported for many decades. These didn’t fail the Crimsons and evenly spread the word.

Deep in the night, the world remained awake, and the civilians didn’t wish to sleep. Their world had finally welcomed a transformation that was still ongoing, but one which virtually every inhabitant wanted and desired. When the world waited to see what kind of shit the Crimsons would dare to say now. The images placed in their screens and holograms went from beautiful images of the Crimsons’ Regions to a podium and an overly pale young man standing behind it.

Heian Ciemnosc looked at the camera without a care. The angle gradually zoomed out, reveling the people behind him before showing where he stood. It was a central building, but not in the Turtle Hiding Fortress, nor a battered City. It was a building painted in platinum color, towering about tens of kilometers into the sky. However, the people below it could be seen unobstructed.

At first, it looked like countless civilians gathered in the near hundreds of kilometers around the central building. But as the angle continued zooming out, they realized it was a misconception. Those weren’t civilians, they were troops…

“Today’s the day my words were shown their worth. I’ve kept to it. Now, you’ve seen what I’ve given you.” Heian Ciemnosc calmly said. These words were directed to the Kingdom’s inhabitants, who once didn’t even know what was happening in their lives and Kingdom. He continued, albeit looking at the camera this time. His darkest eyes made many of those watching flinch. “Now, all you have to do is live well from now on. Even if something were to happen, nothing nor no one can stop the cycle and life I’ve built for this Kingdom.”

“My following words aren’t for the Lsefattern Kingdom’s people… but the Ossinox Galaxy’s people,” Heian Ciemnosc suddenly said as he lifted his chin a little. He spoke, and the viewers listened, patiently staring at his absurdly handsome, overly pale face. His tone became a little quiet, “The plague here has been solved. But not yours. You’ve been watched, not just us or some news… You’ve been observed and studied… you’ve… completely failed to understand your place in this Universal Land… your previous home.”

“Since you’ve decided to abandon your origins, this Chief will act upon the Heraxle Clan’s status I was conferred… and deal with you personally.” Heian Ciemnosc said before pausing. This was exactly what the world needed… Because he just extended his previous declaration. Before more thoughts could form in the viewers’ minds, Heian Ciemnosc quietly added, “The Instranoff Middle Kingdom has 20 years to decide which is true to their origin, and who is a whore dancing in the legs of your new masters.”

The camera continued zooming out. But this time, it inclined downwards to reveal the central building and the people surrounding Heian Ciemnosc. They were none other but his subordinates, Universe realm cultivators, officials, and some new additions from the Kingdom war.

When the camera showed more than a hundred billion soldier units below, roaring ‘hua hua hua’, making the central building shake, they lost several breaths of air in their lungs. Then, the images changed to show tens of thousands of spaceships flying upwards. They weren’t heading to space, but their glorified appearance and their number drew even Fourth Step organization’s leaders’ gasps and widened their eyes.

This wasn’t the Stormy Calm Sea Ascension Era, nor the Lsefattern Kingdom’s Ascension… It was… the whole Ossinox Galaxy’s Ascension Era? Otherwise, now that they thought about it. Who wouldn’t plan for something like this without intending to take over a Galaxy? Although it was an Upper Galaxy, with the capabilities the Crimsons’ Chief showed… it seemed possible…

But, this was it, right? The black monster saw an opportunity when he was conceded the Chief status under the Heraxle Clan and wanted to ‘liberate’ the border Kingdoms of foreign control and manipulation. That… was it… right?

Of course, the black monster would gain so much power, but…

…