Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me Chapter 47: Varkas Resurrection

Once, he tore through an entire battalion of soldiers. But he wasn't just a brute—Varkas was cunning. A warrior who knew when to attack and when to retreat.

Alix scrolls further.

[Vaelith the Phantom Stalker – Level 532]

Resurrection Cost: 1,050,000 Gold

A wraith-like assassin, Vaelith was a terror on the battlefield. His Shadowld ability allowed him to phase between the physical and ethereal realm, making him nearly impossible to track. He was the perfect killer—silent, precise, rciless.

If Varkas was a beast of raw power, Vaelith was the dagger in the dark.

[Gorrak the Ironhide – Level 538]

Resurrection Cost: 1,120,000 Gold

A towering minotaur clad in enchanted black iron. Gorrak was a living fortress, his Draconic Armor skill making him nearly impervious to physical attacks. With a massive warhamr that could shatter mountains, he was the definition of an unstoppable force. In the last battle he fought, he held off a squadron of mages alone, crushing them before he finally fell.

[Ssytha the Venom Queen – Level 540]

Resurrection Cost: 1,200,000 Gold

A naga sorceress who commanded poison and illusions. Ssytha was a nightmare to fight—her Serpent's Mirage allowed her to create clones of herself, while her venom could lt through armor in seconds.

Alix exhales slowly, leaning back.

Even though their levels and prices differ, their actual strength isn't far apart. Varkas is raw destruction, Vaelith is death in silence, Gorrak is an indomitable shield, and Ssytha is a nightmare given form. Any one of them would be a massive advantage.

But Alix knows his priorities.

"If I pick Varkas," he muses, "I can at least resurrect a squad of soldiers with the remaining gold."

He taps his fingers against the armrest, considering the choice one last ti. Karnak is strong, aggressive, and—most importantly—reliable. Unlike the others, he thrives in both solo battles and large-scale fights. With him back, Alix can enforce his rule more effectively, ensuring Misorn's continued growth.

"Alright then," Alix finally decides, his voice cutting through the silence. "Let's do that."

Without hesitation, he stands and activates his teleportation.

Dark energy swirls around him, the air warping and twisting before—

Vwoom.

In an instant, he vanishes from his chamber.

Alix reappears in the Resurrection Room, a vast underground hall hidden beneath the palace. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with an ancient power that lingers in the air.

At the room's center stands a massive Resurrection Altar, a black stone slab engraved with intricate, glowing runes pulsing with deep crimson light. The mont he steps forward, the runes react, brightening as if recognizing his presence.

On either side of the altar, statues of long-forgotten deities loom, their stone gazes watching as if judging his decision. The chamber itself is silent, save for the faint hum of magic resonating from the altar.

Alix approaches, placing a hand on the cold surface. The runes flare brighter, acknowledging his command.

"[Select: Varkas the Crimson Fang.]"

The system responds imdiately.

[Resurrection Confird.]

[Deducting 1,020,000 Gold…]

A golden glow envelops Alix as the massive sum is drained from his inventory. The chamber hums with raw energy, the very air crackling with power. The altar's runes pulse violently, casting eerie reflections across the stone walls.

A deep tremor shakes the ground beneath him. Then, the silence shatters.

A surge of dark energy erupts from the altar, swirling into a vortex of crimson and black, twisting like a violent storm. The glow intensifies, condensing into a single point before—

BOOM!

A shockwave bursts outward, making Alix's cloak billow as the power settles. The figure now standing on the altar is massive—easily towering over eight feet tall.

Varkas the Crimson Fang has returned.

Thick, crimson fur covers his hulking fra, and his piercing eyes snap open. His claws flex, sharp as razors, as he takes his first breath in this world once more. His ears twitch, listening to the lingering hum of magic in the chamber. Then, his gaze falls upon Alix.

Without hesitation, Varkas lowers himself onto one knee, his massive form bowing in absolute reverence. His deep voice rumbles through the chamber, filled with raw gratitude and unwavering loyalty.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for bringing back."

Alix, standing before him, crosses his arms and studies Varkas. 'Damn… this guy is huge.' He had known Varkas was large in the ga, but seeing him in person, the sheer size and presence of the lycanthrope is almost overwhelming.

"Rise," Alix commands, his voice steady. "It's good to see you again, Varkas."

Varkas lifts his head, his golden eyes gleaming with sothing close to satisfaction. He stands to his full height, his imnse fra towering over Alix. Despite his size, his movents are smooth—controlled. There is no wasted motion, no unnecessary aggression. This is a warrior in his pri, fully aware of his own power.

Varkas rolls his shoulders, then clenches a fist. His muscles flex beneath his crimson fur, raw strength coursing through him.

"It's the sa for , Your Majesty," he says, his deep voice filled with conviction. "It's been too long."

Alix nods. "For now, just take so ti to familiarize yourself with the city." He pauses, then adds, "Though I should warn you—the capital is empty."

Varkas eyes narrow slightly. "Empty?"

"Yes, but it won't be for long," Alix assures him. "I'll gather enough gold to resurrect everyone." His voice is firm, unwavering. "It's just a matter of ti."

Varkas is silent for a mont, then steps forward. He places a clawed hand over his chest and bows his head slightly.

"Then I will sacrifice myself to help His Majesty achieve it," he declares.

Alix exhales sharply, shaking his head. "I don't think that's plausible." He narrows his eyes. "This is already your tenth death, right?"

Varkas nods without hesitation. "Yes."

"You already know the rule," Alix continues, his voice firm. "You all can only be resurrected ten tis. After the tenth death, it's over. No second chances, no more resurrections." He crosses his arms. "So from now on, I'm ordering you—be careful with your life."