The Green King – The Tyrant Who Claimed the Universe | TaleTreasury

There was once a boy named Cosmos, who was infamous for his endless appetite for fights. At school, at home, even in the streets—no one was spared from his rage. He wasn’t born this way. As a young child, Cosmos was a victim. His bright green hair made him an easy target for bullies who mocked and beat him relentlessly. He was the boy everyone laughed at, humiliated even in front of adults who did nothing to stop it.

But one day, Cosmos snapped. He decided he would never again be a victim. He trained his body until he was stronger than everyone around him. As his strength grew, so did his ruthlessness. Soon, no one dared to touch him—not even his teachers. Fear followed him wherever he walked, and with that fear, came power. People started calling him The Green King—a boy who ruled the city through terror.

Cosmos reveled in his new identity. He didn’t just want to be noticed; he wanted to be worshipped. He loved the power, the respect, the way people’s eyes widened in terror when he entered a room. But that wasn’t enough. One day, standing in a school hallway with a wicked grin, he whispered to himself, “Why not rule the whole world?”

And so began his reign of terror.

A King’s Conquest

Cosmos declared himself ruler of the world, parading across lands and seas, crushing any who defied him. His cruelty knew no bounds. He forced people to kneel, to applaud, and those who didn’t—he punished them with unspeakable brutality. Some he killed. Others he tortured until they begged for death.

But his ambitions didn’t stop at the world. When he heard tales of a hidden, submerged kingdom, he became obsessed. A land swallowed by the sea, unknown to any living soul. Cosmos was convinced he could part the waters just as legends spoke of Moses. He shouted to the ocean:

“Open, for I am your king!”
“Reveal yourself to your ruler!”
“Obey me, or suffer!”

But the sea remained still.

Frustrated, Cosmos devised another plan. He ordered a million people to build massive walls to block the sea and commanded them to bucket out the water, draining the submerged kingdom. Anyone who resisted was thrown to a watery grave. It took months, but eventually, the walls held back the water—until cracks formed, spilling torrents like a ruptured dam.

Furious, Cosmos blamed the workers and forced them to repair the damage. After six months, the land was dry, and Cosmos stepped onto the uncovered kingdom, his ego swelling with pride. But the oppressed people, weary and broken, had conspired in secret. They poked holes into the dam, intending to drown Cosmos and reclaim their freedom.

What they didn’t know was that Cosmos had prepared a hidden tunnel to escape. As the water rushed back in, he emerged safely on a nearby island. The people’s celebrations were short-lived. Cosmos appeared, grinning with malevolent glee, and crushed their hopes.

“You think you can defeat me?” he mocked, beating a man into the mud, hurling another into the sea.

Once again, the people were enslaved, their rebellion drowned like the hidden city.

The War of Greed

Satisfied that he had conquered the world, Cosmos grew bored. From his lavish palace, wearing a crown and cape, he devised his next scheme: global war.

He sent men disguised as soldiers from one nation, Fidele, to provoke its rival, Raptura. His agents kidnapped Raptura’s citizens, sparking outrage. Soon, bombs fell, and an all-out war erupted between the two nations. Behind the curtain of bloodshed, Cosmos sold weapons, tanks, and oil to both sides, growing richer with every drop of blood spilled.

Sitting on his throne, he counted his wealth with a sinister smile. He was the puppet master of war, the merchant of death. As the bodies piled up, his coffers overflowed. He became the wealthiest, most powerful man alive. Not just the ruler of Earth—but the master of the universe.

He walked, talked, and ruled like a god. His pride was unshakable. In his mind, no force, no army, no divine being could rival him.

Moral of the Story

Unchecked pride and cruelty may elevate a man to power, but a throne built on suffering stands on fragile ground. Every tyrant faces the day when the people—or fate itself—rise up.