I Can Easily Defeat SSS Ranks... This World Is Already Mine

Ragnar Vhagar, Demon King and aspiring tyrant, stood with his arms crossed, watching a squad of five kobolds march in a semi-straight line. The cold resolve he had forged in the slimy waters of the Slime Pool had settled deep in his bones.

The panic was still there, a cold, hard marble in his gut, but it was no longer in charge. Now, it was just fuel.

He had spent the last two weeks in a grim, repetitive cycle: generate monsters, train them, and analyze the results.

It was like the world’s most depressing management simulation game.

His D-Rank Creation skill allowed him to slowly replenish his army, and his B-Rank Alchemy skill sat uselessly, a gleaming testament to his one moment of butter-fingered stupidity.

He couldn’t create legendary swords out of thin air, a fact that annoyed him to no end.

"I’m a master blacksmith with no forge, no anvil, and no metal," he grumbled to himself.

"It’s like being the world’s greatest chef with nothing but a packet of ketchup and a dirty sock."

His gaze narrowed on the kobolds. They were his best investment.

Unlike the goblins, who were vicious but disorganized, the kobolds could be trained.