[Humanity has been transported to the Divine Plane of Chaen.]
[You have been chosen to compete for the position of Lord of the Divine Plane of Chaen.]
[You have been blessed with the Lords Interface.]
[You have awakened a Lord Talent: [A Letter from the Future].]
Lena blinked in confusion. She was still sitting at her computer, her hand resting on the mouse—yet a series of glowing messages hovered in her vision.
What the duck?
What was happening? What kind of competition had she been recruited for? Transported to a new plane of existence? That was impossible. But… she was still in her bedroom. Had she been drugged?
As if responding to her thoughts, another message appeared before her eyes.
[You are in your [Lord Hut], a perfect replication of your personal sanctum on Earth.]
A [Lord Hut]? What was that supposed to mean? And why could she hear the square brackets?
[[Lord Hut] – The core of your territory and the place from which you will rule.]
That wasn’t very helpful.
Her frown deepened as her thoughts raced. Something wasn’t right. It had been nighttime just moments ago, yet now sunlight streamed through her window.
She turned her head, and her jaw dropped.
Instead of looking out over the familiar cityscape from her 16th-floor apartment, she found herself at ground level, surrounded by lush greenery. The endless sprawl of concrete and steel was gone—replaced by towering trees, rolling grass, and a vast, unfamiliar wilderness.
Panic surged through her. She jumped to her feet, ran to the door, and yanked it open violently.
Instead of stepping into the dimly lit hallway of her apartment building, she stumbled into a sunlit forest clearing.
A warm breeze brushed against her skin, carrying the scent of earth, wildflowers, and a faint hint of salt. The trees swayed gently in the wind, their rustling leaves blending with the distant chirping of birds. It was beautiful—breathtaking, even—but the sheer wrongness of it made her stomach twist.
This wasn’t her world. This wasn’t her home.
She turned, her breath hitching.
The building she had just stepped out of was no modern high-rise. It was a crude wooden Hut, the kind that belonged in a documentary about early Bronze Age settlers.
Lena’s breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening as a wave of unease crashed over her.
Her sleek, modern apartment was gone.
This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a game.
She was somewhere else. Somewhere real.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the rough wooden frame of the doorway.
“What the hell is going on?” she whispered, her voice cracking with panic.
Stolen novel; please report.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air as she tried to steady her racing thoughts. Panic wouldn''t help—she needed to think. The world around her was strange, impossibly surreal, but she was still here, still breathing. Whatever had happened, she had to stay calm and figure it out.
Her gaze swept across the clearing, taking in the unfamiliar landscape. It stretched about 40 meters in radius, surrounded by towering trees and vibrant greenery. To her right stood a closed leather tent, its weathered appearance reminiscent of something straight out of the Stone Age. As she focused on it, another message popped into her vision, providing an explanation.
[The Interdimensional Lords Marketplace, Level 1. Earn coin to open it and gain further information.]
Lena shook her head in disbelief and scanned the rest of the clearing. To the left of the hut, an ancient stone arch stood tall, its height around three meters. The stone was cracked and covered in moss, its surface worn by time, as if it had stood there for centuries. Her eyes narrowed as she examined it more closely. Another message flashed before her.
[Gate of the Beginning, Level 1. Every day at sunrise, 4 humans are spawned and become your subjects.]
Her stomach churned at the thought of it, the weight of the words settling heavily on her mind. This was all real. This wasn''t some game or dream. She was somewhere entirely different, and whatever this "Lord" business was, it was her reality now.
The ancient stone arch suddenly shimmered, a faint, golden light flickering along its cracked surface. The glow grew brighter, pulsating like a heartbeat, before the entire structure blazed with a soft, ethereal radiance. As the light intensified, the arch seemed to warp, and from within it, four figures slowly emerged.
The first to step through was a tall man in his late twenties, with short black hair and sharp features. His clothes were simple but sturdy, worn from travel. He looked confused, his eyes scanning the new world around him as if he couldn''t quite grasp how he had arrived.
The second was a woman, appearing to be in her early forties. Her graying hair was pulled back into a practical knot, and she had a weathered, no-nonsense look in her eyes. She stood with a steady posture, her gaze assessing the clearing with an air of quiet authority.
Next, a young man in his late teens emerged. His face was youthful, full of energy, with messy brown hair that fell into his eyes. He appeared somewhat disoriented, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to shake off the confusion.
Finally, a woman in her mid-thirties appeared, her auburn hair flowing freely as she stepped forward. Her expression was one of uncertainty, yet there was a spark of determination in her eyes, as if she was ready to face whatever came next.
Just as the four humans fully emerged from the glowing arch, Lena felt a sudden surge of energy ripple through her. It was like a quiet hum at first, but it quickly built into a powerful, almost overwhelming sensation that coursed through her veins. Her mind seemed to sharpen, the air around her thickening with anticipation. Something inside her clicked, and she instinctively knew it was her Lord Talent triggering.
A soft, shimmering portal flickered into existence before her, no larger than her hand. From the swirling magic, a delicate paper origami bird materialized, its edges glinting in the light. It hovered for a moment, its wings flapping gently, before unfolding mid-air with a graceful fluidity. The paper transformed, stretching out into a crisp letter, the edges curling slightly as it floated toward Lena. She reached out, her fingers trembling, and the letter hovered just in front of her, waiting. With a deep breath, she grasped it, feeling a strange sense of fate settle within her as the letter''s weight rested in her hands.
The letter was filled with text and scribbles, all written in neat, precise handwriting. To her shock, it was her own handwriting.
Hello, past me.
If I understand my Talent, [A Letter for the Past], correctly, you have just emerged from your glorious and amazing [Lord Shed] and witnessed 4 humans stepping out of a magical stone arch. I would love to help you, but I can only write this many words to you. Good luck.
Lena blinked, her eyes scanning the first paragraph. It was absurd—clearly a joke from her future self. She couldn’t help it. A sudden, uncontrollable laugh burst from her, the sheer ridiculousness of it overwhelming.
The four humans in the clearing stared at her, clearly bewildered, their eyes flicking between the letter and her manic laughter. It was as if they had no idea what to make of her outburst, their expressions frozen in confusion.
A minute later, after finally composing herself, Lena took a steady breath and continued reading.
I know I’m—I mean, we—are a comedic genius.
But focus. Remember how we took charge at that youth camp? Channel that energy. Step up, be confident, and greet your subjects. They need your leadership just as much as you need their help. So stop reading and get to it—NOW!
Lena exhaled sharply, a wry smile tugging at her lips. Future-her had a point. Glancing up, she found the four humans still watching her, their expressions a mix of confusion and expectation.
Time to act like a leader.