Villain Throne:I Build An Empire On Bones

The library smelled of old paper and ink, a quiet comfort in the chilly air. A single candle flickered on the table, its weak light dancing across tall bookshelves. Shadows moved like ghosts, restless and alive. Zairen sat hunched over an ancient book, its leather cover cracked and worn. His fingers shook slightly as he turned a brittle page, his heart beating faster with every word.

The first words he read were stark, etched in jagged ink: "From rot and ash, something monstrous is born." Beneath them sprawled an illustration—creatures of nightmare, their bodies half-rotted, oozing with dark, glistening decay. Their eyes burned with a sickly glow, alive with malice. Above the image, a single word loomed in bold, unforgiving letters: "MONSTER." Zairen's breath hitched as he turned the page, revealing the title: "Monster Genesis."

Long ago, the human kingdom stood as a beacon under the guidance of the Apostle, a leader whose vision bound its people together. But when he vanished, that unity shattered. The land of Kaelar splintered into five warring cities, each ruled by a king consumed by greed. The Apostle's dream dissolved into chaos as humanity turned on itself. Sensing weakness, the elves and beast-kin struck, their armies slicing through human defenses with ruthless precision. Victory seemed theirs—until the five kings forged a desperate alliance.

"If we persist in tearing ourselves apart," they vowed, "the elves and beast-kin will claim our lands. We must stand as one." United, they turned their blades outward, their sudden ferocity catching their foes off guard. For a century, the war raged—a relentless storm of blood and fire. From the hatred that soaked the soil, from the ashes of burned villages and the rot of unburied dead, monsters arose.

This was the First Birth of Monsters.

These were no ordinary beasts. They were the world's darkness given form, twisted offspring of greed and despair, tied to the rising power of the enigmatic Void King. The people cried out to the gods, but no divine hand reached down. The people of Elarion faced its creations alone.

Zairen's fingers brushed the next page, his pulse quickening as he uncovered the classifications of these horrors:

• Common Monsters: Weak but countless, like bone-rats that stripped flesh from the fallen or blight-hounds with sores that wept poison. Alone, they were a nuisance; in packs, a scourge.

• Rare Monsters: Stronger, sharper, like shadow panthers that hunted in silence or mana serpents whose venom seared like molten steel.

• Elite Monsters: Cunning and resilient, like reapers with bony claws or carrion fiends cloaked in stolen skin. They laid ambushes and hissed in guttural tongues.

• Unique Monsters: Rare and deadly, like wraiths that shrieked souls into nothingness or banshees that left husks where men once stood. Their powers mocked the laws of nature.

• Lord Monsters: Ancient titans, like wyrms that sundered peaks or horned giants with blood-slick tusks. They had stalked the earth since the wars began.

• Highlord Monsters: Near-invincible terrors, like manticores with hides of stone and claws that carved through armor like butter.

• Legendary Monsters: Shadows of legend, like voidspawn birthed from chaos, shrugging off magic and blade alike.

• Mythical Monsters: Godlike abominations, like titans wrought from divine bones—one reduced a kingdom to dust with a single stride.

• God Beasts: The mightiest, once tamed by void king.Their existence faded into myth, unseen for for ages

These monsters used a dark, wild kind of mana, not the clean magic which the people of Elarion used. To slay them was to claim their essence—mana stones, magic scrolls, or cursed relics, each pulsing with untamed energy.

Zairen's eyes gleamed as he turned to the section on magic scrolls, forged from the souls of fallen monsters:

• Class F to D (Common Scrolls): Simple spells—flames that flickered briefly, shields that barely held.

• Class C to B (Rare Scrolls): Potent magic—lightning that split the sky, cloaks of shadow that hid the user from sight.

• Class A (Unique Scrolls): Rare and mighty, summoning the dead or binding spirits to serve.

• S Rank Scrolls: Cataclysmic, calling forth colossal beasts or weaving illusions to trap entire legions.

• SS Rank Scrolls: Forbidden arts—bending gravity, slicing through space itself.

• SSS Rank Scrolls(Super Sexy Savage): The apex of mortal magic—stilling time, opening rifts to distant realms.

• Legendary Rank Scrolls: Wild and perilous, their power a gamble with fate.

• Divine Rank Scrolls: Whispered to carry the voices of gods, their strength unimaginable.

Each class split into tiers—Lesser, Greater, and Prime. Zairen's jaw tightened. Talent meant little in a world where nobles stockpiled scrolls for their heirs, while the gifted poor were sidelined.

The next section bore the title "Tower Emergence."

After the First Birth, the races—humans, elves, beast-kin, and others—set aside their blades, forging a brittle peace to survive the monster plague. Centuries passed in uneasy quiet until a new war flared between humans and elves. Some spoke of a land dispute; others of a human prince's failed attempt to steal the elven princess. History forgot the spark, but not the fire. The slaughter ripped reality apart, and the void seized its chance.

The first Tower fell from the sky—a black, spiraling monolith that struck the earth with a soundless roar. The ground buckled, and a chill deeper than winter swept outward. More towers followed, rising across Eldarion like decayed sentinels, ancient beyond reckoning.

Each night, their gates unleashed a tide of monsters.

To stop the flood, warriors climbed the towers, facing horrors that worsened with every floor. Inside lay treasures—scrolls, relics, and stones no mortal could craft—but survival demanded blood and cunning.

The towers were ranked by peril:

• Green Towers: Levels 1 to 3 only three floor, a proving ground for novices. Common and rare monsters roamed, led by elites.

• Yellow Towers: Levels 1 to 5 only five floor, for the seasoned. Rare and elite foes waited, overseen by lords—deadly, yet conquerable with allies.

• Red Towers: Levels 1 to 8 only 8 floor, for the fearless elite. Most who entered—over 70%—never returned. Elite and unique monsters thrived there, and once, a legendary beast erupted forth, leveling a kingdom in mere hours.

• Black Tower: A myth, its name spoken in dread, said to harbor mythical horrors.Atleast 12 floors

These were no mere buildings—they were graves, crucibles, and battlegrounds all at once.

Today, they loom over the land, where warriors train, live, and sometimes fall as heroes.

Zairen paused at a faded drawing: a man in shredded armor, his crescent blade dripping red, standing atop a heap of monster corpses—guts spilling, skulls split, blood staining the earth. His eyes held exhaustion and defiance in equal measure. No name graced the page; none was needed.

He was the First Hero, a man born with the Towers, who alone held back a monster surge at Kaelar's gate. For three years, he waged his war, then stepped into a Red Tower's depths and was gone.

Others rose after him: beastfolk shamans summoning flames with their chants, elven warriors cutting through foes like a lethal breeze, half-blood outcasts wielding strength no mortal should possess.

They wore no crowns, sought no thrones. They were the Crownless Heroes, their legacy etched in valor.

The text blurred as Zairen rubbed his eyes. The candle had died, leaving only moonlight to spill through the window. His chest heaved, the weight of the tales sinking into him.

Monsters. Scrolls. Towers. Apostles. And Heroes

He shut the book, the sound soft but final, his breath ragged.

A sharp knock, knock broke the silence.

"Master Zairen," came a servant's voice, "the Viscount summons you."

Zairen stood, his legs unsteady, his mind still lost in the shadows of the past. A story worth revisiting,he mused, when the world grows too loud. He placed the book back on its shelf and stepped out, the echoes of history trailing him as he went to face Lord Draven.