Chapter 113: Demon Capital!

After that discussion, three days passed, and in those three days, the Capital was no longer a construction site, but was now a full fledged City, a fact of reality.

All the scaffolding and other signs of an unfinished construction city. Everything that stood had been meant to stand, from its first conceptual stroke in Jax’s mind to its final manifestation in stone, steel, mana, and law.

By the dawn of the third day, the Demon Capital was complete, and it was absolutely humungous.

Not merely large in population or area, but architecturally colossal, so immense that even veteran demons who had lived through ancient empires felt something primal tighten in their chests when they first laid eyes on it.

It was an immense and perfectly designed city.

From above, the Capital resembled a living organism, concentric districts spiraling outward from the Cathedral at its heart, each ring defined by purpose rather than class.

Transportation arteries glowed faintly beneath the surface, mana circulation lines mirrored ley networks, and spatial formations folded reality just enough to allow impossible density without crowding.

The city was large enough to house hundreds of millions comfortably, especially as the various buildings were expanded by spacial formations.

There were also many systems designed with the goal of making the City as perfect as possible, all inspired by various Human Cities from Jax’s past life.

First, there was the transportation system, made up of a High-Speed Rail Network that was impossible not to notice.

Sleek black rails traced through the city both above and below ground, humming softly with contained kinetic mana. Trains moved without smoke, without noise beyond a low, resonant vibration that felt more like a heartbeat than a machine.

All of the Trains were built from the sturdiest material possible, and were enhanced by various defensive formations.

But the true marvel lay inside the actual trains.

Each railcar was spatially expanded with formations.

What appeared from the outside to be a single train car unfolded within into multiple levels: private sleeping quarters, lounges, dining halls, meditation chambers, and even training rooms.

Entire families could live aboard during long-distance transit. Military units could deploy mid-journey without disruption.

Dragons lounged in reinforced cars with expanded ceilings and mana-dampened walls. Vampires traveled in light-controlled compartments calibrated to their preferences. Beastkin trains included open-air forest simulations and wind-flow corridors.

The rails connected every district, every species sector, every major external gate. Arrival and departure times were regulated not by guesswork but by predictive mana-flow algorithms Jax himself had designed, ensuring zero congestion.

The second system of the City was less visible, just as important as the transportation, and that was the water system.

Water.

Beneath the city ran an intricate, layered network of aqueducts, far beyond anything Terra had ever known. These were designed diagrams.

Jax had personally layered mana-assisted flow control into every section, ensuring that pressure remained perfectly regulated regardless of distance, elevation, or demand.

Whether water was being drawn from the highest tower or the deepest underground district, it flowed as if gravity itself had been rewritten.

At critical junctions, purification nodes pulsed quietly.

Mana stones, calibrated with surgical precision, filtered toxins, parasites, corruption, blood-magic residue, and divine contaminants automatically. The process required no maintenance spells, no boiling, no priestly intervention.

Clean water, on demand for an entire capital the size of a nation. Each district received water tailored to its biology.

There were also fountains of recycled blood in the Vampire District, specifically for them.

Then there was the roadways, which were flawless. Multi-layered thoroughfares allowed foot traffic, beast-mounted travel, heavy transport, and military deployment to coexist without intersection.

Mana-guided lanes subtly nudged traffic flow, preventing collisions before intent even formed. Buildings rose in sweeping arcs rather than rigid blocks, curved to encourage airflow, mana circulation, and natural light distribution.

Spatial reinforcement allowed interior dimensions far exceeding exterior measurements.

Housing districts were luxurious by any standard. Every residence had access to clean water, waste reclamation, temperature regulation, and personal mana nodes.

No slums or overcrowding.

The Capital was divided into clearly defined sectors, each massive enough to function as a city on its own.

The Military Sector stood fully operational: layered fortifications, training grounds that could simulate battlefield conditions from any known terrain, and a command headquarters directly linked to Jax’s authority network. Troop movement could be coordinated across the city in seconds.

The Entertainment District was alive day and night, arenas, theaters, pleasure halls, combat exhibitions, artistic sanctums, and social convergence zones where species mingled freely. Desire, expression, and release were treated as necessities, not vices.

The Commercial Districts housed businesses registered and operated by civilians. Licensing was transparent. Taxation was clean, automated, and fair, scaled by profit, not exploitation. No arbitrary levies or noble corruption. Every citizen knew exactly what they paid and exactly what it funded.

The Housing Rings adapted subtly by elevation and mana density, allowing weaker races to live comfortably without strain while empowering stronger ones without restriction.

And then there were the Species Territories.

Vampire districts operated under controlled light cycles and blood distribution networks. Dark Elf sectors blended architecture with living flora and shadowed canopies. Dragon zones reinforced gravity and spatial stability to withstand their presence. Beastkin lands incorporated natural terrain and open movement corridors.

Each species had land suited to their biology, culture, and instincts.

Yet all were bound into the same city, the same law and future. And with the City completed, it was finally time for the Day of Declaration.

By the time the hour arrived, the city was already awake.

Millions gathered in plazas, on balconies, within floating platforms and rail stations, their gazes drawn inexorably toward the Cathedral at the center of everything.

The structure loomed impossibly tall, its obsidian-and-crimson form etched with authority sigils that did not glow, but asserted. It was less a building and more a statement carved into reality.

When Jax stepped onto the elevated platform at its front, the city fell silent.

His presence rolled outward and everyone held their breath, eager to see Jax and hear his speech.

This city existed because he willed it.

And now, he would name it.

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