《My Own Dimensional World》


 Chapter 1 The Abyss

    My name is Enoch, and I hail from a world that now only exists in my memories. Once called Earth, it was a place of beauty, now lost forever to me. I am but a spirit, an aimless soul wandering the vast abyss without any sense of purpose.


    My demise was a moment etched in my memory, one that still sends shivers down my spectral spine. I vividly recall the sight of my own body hurtling toward the tracks, the deafening crash echoing through my being. My lifeless form lay on the cold concrete, abandoned and ignored by the uncaring passersby. Even the emergency crews who arrived on the scene treated me like a statistic, their detached demeanor a chilling reminder that my life had become nothing more than a footnote in their protocols.


    As I roam the endless expanse of the afterlife, the pain of my lonely death remains with me. The memories of how I was disregarded haunt me, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of loss and despair.


    I was lost in the void, a bottomless pit of darkness and despair. I knew that this was my punishment for the sins I had committed in life. But even in death, I could not escape my regrets and fears. Time had no meaning in this place, and I was trapped in an endless cycle of loneliness and terror.


    But as the eons passed, I began to realize that there was something within me, a spark of energy that could be harnessed. I focused all of my being on this energy, visualizing a light that could break through the darkness. And as I did, a white orb appeared in my palms, growing larger and brighter with each passing moment.


    With the power of this light, I set out on a journey through the abyss, searching for a way out of this eternal prison. I drifted for what felt like an eternity, but there was nothing to be found, only darkness and despair. But I refused to give up, refusing to accept that this was all there was.


    And then, with a sudden burst of inspiration, I shouted the words "let there be light," and the abyss was flooded with a brilliant white light. I reached out my hand and touched the light, feeling the warmth and energy coursing through my being. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt alive.


    With my newfound power, I knew that I could create life and light in this dark and lifeless place. And with a renewed sense of purpose, I set out to explore the abyss, determined to find a way out and break free from my eternal prison.


    As I journeyed through the abyss, I began to discover strange and mysterious things. I found creatures that seemed to be made of the same energy as my light, and I realized that I could create them too. I started to experiment with different forms, creating different kinds of creatures to populate the abyss. Some were small and timid, while others were fierce and powerful. I even created some that could fly, and others that could swim through the darkness.


    But as I explored further, I began to sense something different. It was a feeling of unease, like something was watching me. I started to feel like I was not alone in the abyss. I started to see shadows moving in the darkness, watching me from the corners of my eyes. I tried to ignore it, but it was always there, always lurking in the shadows.


    As I ventured deeper into the abyss, I started to hear strange noises. Whispers and echoes that seemed to come from nowhere. It was as if the darkness itself was talking to me. I tried to block it out, but the voices became louder and clearer. They were telling me things, things that I couldn''t understand. They seemed to be warning me of something, something terrible that was coming.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    I was terrified, but I refused to give up. I knew that I had to find a way out of the abyss, no matter what. I pushed forward, determined to uncover the secrets of this strange and mysterious place. And as I did, I began to see a faint light in the distance, a light that seemed to be calling to me.


    With renewed hope, I set off towards the light. As I drew closer, I realized that it was a portal, a gateway to another world. I knew that this was my chance to escape the abyss and discover the truth of my existence. With a final burst of energy, I stepped through the portal and into the unknown.


    And as I emerged from the abyss, I knew that my journey was only just beginning. There was so much more to explore, so much more to discover. But for now, I was free, free to live and create in a world of light and life, free to be the master of my own destiny.


    But as I opened my eyes, it was nothing but darkness. The portal was but an illusion, a figment of my imagination after millions of years of imprisonment, a cruel trick played by my mind. I wondered if there was truly no escape, and if the abyss was all that would ever be.


    I felt myself falling deeper into the abyss of despair. For a while, I remained emotionless, drifting aimlessly in the same location until I had my first glimmer of hope in an eternity: what if I could create my own abyss? In the darkness, I began to feel the ethereal light flowing through every inch of my being.


    With a newfound conviction, I reached out my palm and concentrated on visualizing a pure light. As I did, a white element appeared in the center of both of my palms, and my soul essence began to move and turn white. This spark of energy grew larger, until it was the size of a baseball, as I continued to unleash the origin of creation. If I could make light, then I could create life.


    As I released the small orbs of light, they grew larger and brighter, becoming ten, one hundred, and many more times larger until they reached the size of the moon. Reciting the words "let there be light," once more, I approached it and touched the light. It felt neither hot nor cold, but with a thought, I poured fire energy into it. The light ball shone brilliantly, going from molten red to crimson yellow and ultimately to orange, taking the shape of an orb, the sun.


    With the matter of the sun, I began to construct the known universe, creating space and time. I extended the matter that makes up the sun, causing it to explode in a big bang, and then began to generate more by drawing on my origin, the white energy that is inside my illusory self. The universe resembled the moon in the night sky when viewed from the abyss.


    As the universe expanded and evolved, I felt a sense of profound loneliness, even as the stars and galaxies formed. Despite the beauty of the cosmos, I was alone in my creation, a prisoner of my own mind. I closed my eyes and allowed my being to explode into billions of butterflies, each holding the capacity for life. Amongst these butterflies, one was much larger than the rest. They flew all over the universe, spreading my hope for a world full of sentient beings. I named them the seed of life, a symbol of my longing for companionship in my endless solitude.


    But as I watched them fly away, I couldn''t help but wonder if they would ever find their way out of the abyss, or if they too, would be trapped in this endless darkness forever. I continued to wander in the abyss, my only solace the light I had created, and the hope that one day, my creations would find a way to break free from the darkness that held me captive.


    And so, I remained in the abyss, a prisoner of my own mind, but also the creator of light and life in the darkness. My existence became a tragic yet beautiful paradox, a reminder of the power of the human mind to create and destroy, to hope and despair.


    As I continued my eternal wandering, I couldn''t help but wonder if the abyss was truly all that would ever be, or if there was still a glimmer of hope for something more. I clung to that hope, for it was all that kept me going in the endless darkness.

 Chapter 2 The Beginning

    Rico''s phone rang as he was lounging on his bed, playing on his iPad. "Your belongings have arrived, friend," the delivery man''s voice on the other end of the line said with a chuckle. "Come out and get it." Rico groaned and reluctantly made his way to the front door.


    As he stepped outside, he was greeted by his mother''s best friend, John, a middle-aged delivery man with a grumpy demeanor. "Hurry up, I''ve got a lot on my plate today," John grumbled as he handed Rico a package from Mexico. "This must be from your father. In any case, sign this paper." But as Rico signed the paperwork, John''s focus shifted to a classic car passing by and he began chatting about his recent love life. Rico, not in the mood for small talk, quickly finished up and returned inside.


    As he opened the package, Rico''s face lit up with excitement. Inside was a dusty, inconspicuous cylindrical object that matched the design of a disc his father had given him from the Mayan civilization''s ruins. Rico placed the cylinder into the empty hole in the center of the disc, completing it. "Now let''s see how you''ll look in your new home," he said with a grin, as he danced his way to his relic room.


    Rico, was born into a family of respected archaeologists. His parents instilled in him a love for history and a passion for uncovering the secrets of the past. Growing up, Rico spent countless hours exploring ancient ruins and uncovering hidden artifacts alongside his parents.


    Despite his privileged lifestyle and the wealth his parents provided, Rico found himself constantly drawn to the thrill of discovery and the satisfaction of unearthing lost artifacts. He knew from a young age that he wanted to follow in his parents'' footsteps and become an archaeologist himself.


    But as Rico got older, he struggled to find his place in the field. He felt overshadowed by his parents'' accomplishments and doubted his own abilities. He struggled to find his own unique contributions to the field and often felt like he couldn''t live up to his parents'' expectations.


    Despite these struggles, Rico never gave up on his passion for archaeology. He continued to explore ruins and uncover artifacts alongside his parents, always searching for that one discovery that would solidify his place in the field and make him feel like he belonged.


    His parents were always supportive of his passion for archaeology, they saw how much he loved it and how good he was at it, but Rico couldn''t shake off the feeling of inadequacy. He knew that he needed to find his own way, to make his own discoveries and create his own legacy in the field of archaeology.


    With his parents'' encouragement and support, Rico embarks on a journey to make his mark in the field of archaeology, to find his own unique contributions, and to make a name for himself. He is determined to prove himself as an accomplished archaeologist and to make his parents proud.


    As he surveyed his mini-museum of antiquities, Rico couldn''t help but feel grateful for the life his parents had given him.


    Rico carefully placed the completed disc among the rest of his collection, admiring its beauty. The disc served as both a timekeeper and a ceremonial tool in the ancient Mayan civilization, and it was a valuable addition to his collection. Rico''s father, had found the disc during one of his excavations and sent it to Rico as a gift.


    As Rico looked at the disc, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of connection to the ancient civilization that created it. He had always been fascinated by history and the stories that artifacts like this could tell. He spent the next few hours lost in thought, imagining the lives of the people who had used this disc centuries ago.


    But eventually, Rico had to snap out of his reverie and get back to reality. He had plans to meet up with some friends later that evening and needed to get ready. As he left his relic room and closed the door behind him, Rico couldn''t help but feel a sense of longing to return to the past and explore the secrets that the ancient world held. He knew that his collection, as impressive as it was, was just a small glimpse into the rich history of humanity.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    But for now, Rico was content to enjoy the present and the people in his life. As he got ready for his evening out, he couldn''t help but smile, knowing that the ancient disc would be waiting for him when he returned home.


    As the evening progressed, Rico met up with his friends at a local bar, but his mind couldn''t help but wander back to the disc and the ancient civilization that created it. He found himself telling his friends about the disc and the history behind it, much to their amusement. They were intrigued by his passion for history and the artifacts he had collected.


    As the night went on, Rico''s friends suggested that they should all go to an archaeological exhibit that was happening in the city the following weekend. Rico was excited by the idea and couldn''t wait to see the ancient artifacts and learn more about the history of different civilizations.


    The following weekend, Rico and his friends went to the exhibit, and it was an eye-opening experience for Rico. He was able to see ancient artifacts from all around the world, from Egyptian mummies to Greek pottery, and it only fueled his passion for history even more. As he walked through the exhibit, he couldn''t help but think about how much more there was to discover and explore in the ancient world.


    After the exhibit, Rico and his friends went out for drinks and discussed what they had seen. Rico couldn''t stop talking about the different artifacts and the stories behind them. His friends could see the excitement in his eyes, and they couldn''t help but be impressed by his knowledge and passion.


    From that day on, Rico''s love for history and archaeology only grew stronger. He continued to add to his collection of artifacts and read every book he could get his hands on about ancient civilizations. He also started volunteering at local museums and even went on a few archaeological digs with his father. He found that the more he learned about the past, the more it helped him to understand and appreciate the present.


    On that night Rico had a dream, he felt like he was falling through a tunnel of swirling colors and shapes. He couldn''t see anything clearly, but he could hear the sound of ancient chanting and the roar of the jungle. He felt like he was being transported through time and space.


    When the suction finally stopped, Rico found himself standing in the middle of an ancient Mayan village. The people were dressed in traditional clothing and were going about their daily business. Rico was in awe as he looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the village.


    He walked around, trying to take in as much as he could. He saw women weaving, men carving, and children playing. He felt like he had been transported back in time, and he was living among the ancient Mayans.


    But it was all a dream as his eye opened up, he decided to go check his museum of artifact. Especially the one he had fix.


    Rico examined the disc fragments in his palms. They felt cold and heavy, much like the loneliness that was weighing him down. It was a pity that the disc was imperfect, as it mirrored his own sense of being lost and alone.


    "Unexpectedly, my mother and father have agreed to look for all the missing artifacts and send them back home," he grunted.


    They were thoughtful in doing this, Rico thought as he finished assembling the disc and placed it on a shelf among the other artifacts in the room.


    His thoughts now muddled by other problems, Rico mused, "When I''m in the mood, I''ll deal with the disc." However, as he tried to place the disc on the shelf, it slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor.


    Rico''s heart raced as he feared the disc might break, knowing that most of these artifacts were now quite delicate due to the degradation inflicted by time. He remembered having accidentally damaged a duplicate Ming Dynasty porcelain platter in the past. The fact that the plate had survived both war and the passage of time before being destroyed by him still weighed heavily on his mind.


    To his relief, the Mayan cultural stone plate was unharmed. Rico breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the relic.


    Unintentionally, his head bumped into another ornament, causing it to fall off the shelf and land exactly where he had placed the extra component on the disc. Rico''s jaw dropped as he watched the ornament defy physics and disappear into the disc.


    His body grew cold and his hands trembled as he wiped his eyes in disbelief. His gaze was locked to the floor as he picked up the ornament and noticed that the spot where he had grabbed it was now spotless. There was nothing out of place and the floor was empty.


    "What the heck?" Rico exclaimed, perplexed, as he looked up to make sure that there was definitely one thing missing from the shelf. He continued to stare at the disc in amazement.


    The ornament had completely disappeared into the disc, which was still there. Unbelievably, Rico reached out to touch the disc''s center to see if he was being deceived or if reality was something else. As he touched the center of the disc, his hand disappeared, and he felt an odd sensation, as if his hand was submerged in water.


    Suddenly, the disc''s center exploded into a suction force, and Rico was pulled in before he could even blink.

 Chapter 3 The Game Master

    Amidst the dimly lit and somber atmosphere, a glowing orb hovered eerily in the center of the thick, grey mist that blanketed the area. The light emanating from this orb was beyond comprehension, appearing colorless yet simultaneously containing every imaginable hue.


    The air was thick with moisture, as if it had recently rained, and carried with it a tantalizing scent that was almost irresistible. The aroma was so delicious that it made one''s mouth water and their stomach grumble with hunger. The orb itself seemed to pulse and change in intensity, as if alive and aware of its surroundings. The mist swirled around it, as if drawn in by its mesmerizing glow. The scene was both eerie and enchanting, inviting and repelling at the same time.


    Rico stepped cautiously into the eerie and foreboding landscape, his eyes scanning the twisted, gnarled trees and the thick, misty fog that seemed to cling to everything. The ground beneath his feet was spongy and damp, and he could feel the weight of the thick, oppressive air pressing down on him. He could hear the faint sound of distant screams and the eerie whispering of unknown voices, carried on the wind.


    As he made his way towards the center of the liminal area, Rico couldn''t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Every rustle of the leaves, every snap of a twig, sent his heart racing. And then, he saw it. The wooden object that had fallen and disappeared before, its surface slick with moss and slick with age, lay half-buried in the ground. It seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, drawing him closer despite the fear that gripped him.


    Rico approached the object slowly, his hand reaching out tentatively to touch it. As his fingers brushed against the wood, a feeling of unease washed over him, as if the object was somehow alive and aware. He couldn''t help but feel that he was trespassing in a place that was not meant for human eyes.


    The longer he stayed in this strange and mysterious place, the more Rico realized that he was in a realm beyond his understanding. The rules of physics and reality seemed to have shifted and twisted, making him feel disoriented and lost. He couldn''t shake the feeling that he was being watched, that something was lurking just beyond the edge of his vision. He knew that he needed to leave this place as soon as possible, but he couldn''t shake the feeling of awe and wonder at the incomprehensible nature of this location.


    Rico''s body was jolted as Enoch, in the form of a majestic butterfly, flew towards him. The creature''s wings glimmered with an otherworldly light, and Rico felt a sensation akin to a bolt of lightning coursing through his body as Enoch merged with his soul.


    As Enoch''s essence melded with his own, Rico felt a deep freeze envelop his body. But within that freezing embrace, his mind was alight with a plethora of knowledge and understanding. He could see the secrets of the universe, the mysteries of time and space, and the workings of Origin. It was overwhelming, and Rico felt as if his mind was going to burst with the sheer volume of information.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    As he struggled to process all of this new knowledge, Rico''s gaze was drawn to the floating orb that hung in the sky. It pulsed with an ethereal light, and Rico felt as if it was calling out to him. He was filled with a sense of wonder and amazement as he realized that this was the source of all magic in this realm.


    The experience was both eerie and wonderful, a mind-blowing revelation that left Rico feeling both humbled and awestruck. He couldn''t help but feel grateful for the gift of knowledge that Enoch had bestowed upon him, even as he struggled to process and understand it all. It was a moment that would stay with him forever, and Rico knew that his life would never be the same again.


    Rico stood there, staring in amazement at the vivid and dreamlike scenes that seemed to embody all the knowledge in the universe. He watched everything from the birth of the sun to the formation of solar systems, the rise of life, and the extinction of species. He then observed a big ball of nothingness develop from a pile of matter and create worlds after an explosion.


    Rico''s brain, however, could only store a fraction of this knowledge. Nevertheless, he was aware of his circumstances and the nature of the stone artifact that had brought him here. This was either a realm with distinct laws or a dimension, depending on how you looked at it.


    Rico had no true notion of who the true founder of this universe was, but in most mythology, they were revered as the creator deity in a place surrounded by an abyss, called Enoch. He also learned about the universes of Earth and the one in which this world existed, and they were not the same, nor was this dimension. This cosmos was infused with a force known as chaos, which was the wellspring of all energy, capable of both creation and destruction.


    The purpose of the creator in creating this universe was to obtain Origin - the chaos outside must be refined, purified, and polished to generate a more refined source of energy. Origin was said to be very powerful, and its source was the cleansed, good-free chaotic energy. With enough Origin, one would be essentially omnipotent and able to create anything they desired.


    As soon as the butterfly merged with Rico''s consciousness, he had the power to rule this world and utilize the Origin to change and improve it in any way he pleased. Rico appeared to materialize home after emerging from the foggy area, possibly by teleportation. Utilizing this time for thought, Rico summarized the laws of the disc world and the visions he had experienced. It was almost morning.


    Rico, who was normally a gourmet and a glutton, didn''t feel hungry at all. He hadn''t eaten since the day before, yet he wasn''t hungry. Instead of thinking about food, Rico lay in bed and thought about the disc world and how it would change and continue to change his life.


    Rico, a solitary individual who values solitude above friendship, was entranced by the prospect of building and shaping a universe. He loved reading books, playing video games, and building amazing things, watching his field develop, and playing sandbox games. Now that he had complete authority over a universe and a surplus of Origins, Rico was determined to alter the disc universe, even if it meant sacrificing meals and his favorite activities to avoid making a mistake.


    Rico devoted his entire attention to the disc world for the next few days. He researched planetary formation and at the same time, he worked hard to become acquainted with the disc world''s laws. He grew into a real perfectionist. He had the highest levels of zeal and commitment. He put in even more effort than he had when applying to college. After more than a month, Rico was self-assured and started to change the disc world.

 Chapter 4 The Cradle

    Beyond the back of Rico''s villa, which was located in a mountainside, a path winds its way through the dense forest, leading to the rarely-explored wilderness beyond. At the far reaches of the upper right corner lies Mt. Conquest, a desolate peak that resembles a Roman nose. Determined to gain the experience he needs before embarking on his journey, Rico sets out to run some tests.


    Dressed in his running gear, Rico exits his house through the back door and immediately finds himself surrounded by dense bush. After a short distance, he comes across a small wooden shelter, which serves as both a rain shelter and a resting place. Taking a quick break to catch his breath, Rico continues on his way up the slope.


    As Rico trudges up the mountain, he fixates on a massive stone slab in front of him. With a thought, the stone slab vanishes, and Rico grins as he sees an identical stone slab resting gently on the ground on a nearby plot of land which resides in a different dimension. Knowing that objects from the outside world can be transferred to his disc world without issue, Rico exhales deeply.


    Rico calls this location the "Cradle," as it is where he will explore and practice until he can create a true world. The Cradle is a kilometre-long stretch of flat land, encircled by a white ash-grey atmosphere that serves as a barrier to protect the Earth from chaos while also preventing its radiation from affecting living creatures.


    There is no life in the Cradle, only dirt, stones, and water. Using his authority, Rico can observe anything within his universe as long as he wishes. The blazing orb in the sky is the sun and overall, it appeared to be a little flat earth floating in space. To support life, he built a 3 km-long atmosphere.


    With a thought, the stone from the Cradle returned to the outside world. Before, Rico had no aspirations. He lacked any interests or goals to fuel his ambitions. But now that he has the disc world, he has specific goals, one of which is to build a vivid world that only exists in myths and legends.


    The Cradle is missing one wide range of biological chains. The biological link will supplement the myriad laws Rico has put in the Cradle. After a life is extinguished, the Cradle will take the energy of the dead and use it to grow the world, boost its vitality, and give birth to a variety of materials.


    The idea was motivated in part by the knowledge Rico had gained through visions, knowledge that Enoch had instilled in him, and articles he had read on the internet. Although it was the simplest planet he had ever heard of constructing, it was also the most basic. The Book of Enoch, which he wrote with the power of Origin, contains all that is incomprehensible to him that the white orbs had implanted inside his head. He had tried to read much of the book during the previous weeks, but he still doesn''t understand 1% of it.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Rico cocked his head and scanned the area, seeing the profusion of weeds, shrubs, and other plants. "This should be alright," he thought. The Life of the Cradle will start among the weeds and insects of the ground.


    Sadly, Rico''s physical condition was not excellent. His long, narrow arms could hardly remove a few weeds and plants. It would destroy the plant and leave behind its deep roots if he just transports them away.


    Shua!! Shua!! Shua!! Shua!! He pulled the weeds out and took a moment to rest.


    After utilizing his authority to plant the weeds, a group of them soon appeared in the Cradle next to a tiny running river. Then, as he turned to look at the ground a few meters away, a boulder, the soil, and a variety of insects and microorganisms in the soil all vanished in the air and entered the Cradle.


    While looking at the Cradle, Rico could see the weedy shrubs he had recently planted. These weeds have now grown into a patch of grass and tall shrubs with three to four-meter-long clumps. Why is this so? Is it because the Cradle''s time flow is vastly different? Because of the size of the world, Rico could easily change time to his liking. In a tiny world, time moves at hundreds of thousands of times the speed of light. At least two years have gone in these few minutes.


    Rico observed that the plant in front of him was completely encrusted with ants. He was astounded by how shiny and metallic the ants'' carapaces seemed. All of this demonstrates that Earth''s organisms have the power to survive. They appear to have mutated in addition to surviving.


    Rico eagerly approached the pond, his eyes fixated on the swarm of mosquitoes. The sound of the raindrops hitting the water was drowned out by the buzz of the insects. The mosquitoes didn''t seem to be affected by the rain, they were still actively feeding.


    As he got closer, Rico noticed something strange. The mosquitoes seemed to be feeding on something much larger than the usual insects they preyed on. He leaned in for a closer look and was shocked to see that the mosquitoes were in fact feeding on the blood of giant ants, much larger than any ant he had ever seen before.


    Rico''s mind was filled with excitement and wonder. How could such giant ants exist? What could be the source of their massive size? He reached out to capture one of the giant ants, but as he was about to grasp it, the ant suddenly woke up from its blood-filled daze and turned towards Rico with a ferocious, glowing gaze.


    The ants appear to be crustaceans that consume anything. These mosquitoes are predators that feed on blood. Is it capable of absorbing ant blood? But how can a mosquito kill an ant with a two-centimeter-long carapace?"


    "Truly fascinating." Rico beams a nasty grin.

 Chapter 5 The Evolution

    Rico gazed intently at the bustling world of insects before him. He could see ants of various sizes and colors crawling over the weeds, their delicate legs moving in perfect synchronization. They seemed to be on a mission, gathering grass juice, and taking it back to their queen. Rico noted that despite the ants'' frenzied movements, not a single mosquito was hovering close by. He wondered if there was a reason for this.


    As he continued to observe, Rico noticed the soil beneath the grass was curled and disturbed, indicative of earthworms moving below. Suddenly, an earthworm, thick and long as a chopstick, emerged from the dirt. The earthworm slithered towards a group of ants, its sharp mandibles glistening in the sunlight. One of the ants, caught off guard, was quickly overpowered and pulled into the soil by the earthworm.


    Rico''s mind was racing with questions. How had the earthworms become carnivorous when they were known for feeding on dead plants? What other changes had occurred in this strange environment? As he continued to watch, he saw that the ants were much larger than their counterparts outside the Cradle. Their behavior had also changed, and they seemed to be working more efficiently and with greater purpose.


    Although the mosquitoes had not exhibited any unusual behavior, Rico had a feeling that they too had evolved in some way. He decided to conclude his observation and take one last look around the Cradle before departing.


    In reality, Rico was standing there unmoving and blank. He thought about the possibility of a snake biting him on the mountain and decided it would be a drag.


    As Rico''s observation came to a halt, he noticed that time in the Cradle started to move rapidly once again. The once pristine and empty Cradle had transformed into a thriving ecosystem, with weeds, ants, insects, and a plethora of other critters filling its space. As he observed closely, Rico noticed that the Cradle was recording every little development happening inside it.


    The weed that he had been observing had been planted only two years ago, but in the Cradle''s accelerated timeline, it had already grown to an enormous size. The growth rate was astonishing, roughly 500,000 times faster than time in the real world.


    Rico''s attention shifted towards other Cradle species, like the ants, mosquitoes, and earthworms, which had also undergone significant changes. As they entered the Cradle, they seemed to have absorbed mana from the lesser version of Origin and started to evolve rapidly. The ants, earthworms, and mosquitoes grew larger and more powerful than their real-world counterparts, and their body structures had undergone remarkable transformations, indicating that this was not just a simple evolution.


    The ants, for example, had become significantly stronger, and even their progeny had experienced significant changes. The second-generation ants'' carapaces were now as hard as human fingernails, a geometric alteration that was simply mind-boggling. The earthworms, too, had undergone a similar transformation, with their bodies becoming larger and more robust, making them formidable predators in the Cradle''s ecosystem.


    As Rico continued to observe, he realized that this world left behind by Origin''s genesis had indeed created an entirely new and unique ecosystem that was continuously evolving and growing. The Cradle was now a world of its own, with its set of rules and laws that were entirely different from the real world.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Rico was overjoyed with the evolution of these animals since it brought him closer to his ideal world of mythology. He wondered what would happen if he absorbed mana as well. Would he instantly morph into a tank of muscle capable of destroying tanks? But he didn''t dare to test himself since it was too soon. More monitoring was required.


    After an animal''s death, its essence, mana, and spirit continue to serve a purpose. The decomposition of the animal''s body provides sustenance for the world''s creatures, which feeds the Cradle, a place where time moves faster and evolution occurs at an exponential rate. The energy that once belonged to the animal is repurposed to support the growth and evolution of this new ecosystem.


    As the animal''s essence is consumed by the other creatures, the leftover material is transformed into World Source. This energy is a powerful substance that Rico can use to shape and influence the Cradle in any way he desires. It holds immense power, and the origin he holds allows him to harness and control it to great effect.


    Rico''s control over the World Source is what allows him to shape the Cradle into a world of his own. He can create and manipulate its environment, set its laws, and make it a place that is truly unique. However, he is careful to ensure that he does not exhaust the World Source entirely, as it is the foundation of the Cradle''s growth and evolution.


    Moreover, the transformation of an animal''s essence into World Source also serves another purpose: it helps to purify and cleanse the atmosphere. As the World Source is used to shape the Cradle, it also works to purify the air, making it healthier for the creatures that inhabit it. The energy from the animal''s essence is used in a way that is sustainable, benefiting the Cradle and the world as a whole.


    Overall, the transformation of an animal''s essence and spirit into World Source is a crucial process that ensures the growth and evolution of the Cradle. Rico''s ability to control and use this energy source is a vital component of his role as a caretaker of this new ecosystem.


    In the Cradle, mana serves as a vital source of energy for the organisms that inhabit it. The more mana an organism can absorb from its environment, the stronger and more powerful it becomes. Mana is a valuable resource for these creatures as it strengthens their flesh and makes their bodies more solid and robust.


    Moreover, the mana absorbed by an organism is not just beneficial in terms of physical strength, but it also helps to drive evolution. It adapts to the creature''s genotype, working with it to push it towards change and growth. It can result in significant improvements for the organism or lead it down a path that could ultimately lead to its demise. The mana''s effects on an organism are entirely dependent on the creature''s genetic makeup and how it interacts with the energy source. But alas it is a limited resources that was created as the byproduct of the construction of this realm, and soon it will be gone.


    After spending the day observing the Cradle and its inhabitants, Rico returned home exhausted. He decided to take a long, hot bath to relax his tired muscles. The warm water was soothing, and the steam helped to clear his mind, allowing him to reflect on the events of the day.


    Once he finished his bath and cooked himself dinner, it was already 7:30 pm, and Rico decided to call Old John.


    ¡°How are you, old bloke?¡± Rico inquire


    ¡°I''m still here, healthy, alive, and lonely, but I have to go right away to take care of a matter at home.¡± John voice rang on the telephone


    ¡°Okay, okay, don''t worry I''ll find someone to love you, just let me work my magic.¡±


    ¡°Oh, please don''t. The last time you tried to set me up, she turned out to be a professional mime.¡± John voice was in pain as he said those last words


    ¡°Hey, at least she was silent and easy to read!¡± Rico smirk


    ¡°Ha! Very funny. But, I think I''ll stick to doing my own love hunting.¡± He said sarcastically with a smile in his voice.


    ¡°Suit yourself, but if you change your mind, I''ve got a whole list of women who love a man with a "matter at home" to take care of.¡±


    ¡°I''ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Rico.¡±


    ¡°Anytime, old bloke. Sweet dreams and good luck on your love hunt.¡±


    Taking a breather outside, Rico lit his cig and rested on his sofa.

 Chapter 6 The Three Great Clans

    The Cradle is an untamed forest of evergreens, a world that defies description. As Rico gazes upon it, he can''t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The sky is more vivid, the air fresher, and the forest teems with life. But as he delves deeper into the records of the Cradle, he begins to uncover a dark and mysterious past.


    For centuries, the Cradle has been a place of death and rebirth, where insects and plants have perished and proliferated in a never-ending cycle. The source of this cycle is the soul energy that courses through the land, nourishing and sustaining the creatures that call it home. But as Rico delves deeper, he discovers that the soul energy is not as bountiful as it once was, and the creatures of the Cradle are beginning to weaken.


    The insects of the Cradle are a prime example. They once lived for 50 years, but now their lifespans are shorter, and their progeny are weaker. The mosquitoes, ants, and earthworms of the Cradle are aware of their enemies and hunt each other relentlessly, locked in an eternal cycle of death and rebirth. Rico dubs them the Three Great Clans of Insects.


    But as Rico watches the Three Great Clans, he begins to realize that their existence is futile. They are simply insects, with no value or purpose beyond their role in the cycle of death and rebirth. And so he hatches a plan to incite conflict amongst them, to spur their evolution and the growth of his understanding of the disk world.


    With a sense of excitement and anticipation, Rico purchases a range of meats, including chicken, beef, hog, and lamb. He carefully prepares the meat, making sure to cut it into sizable chunks that can be easily accessed by the creatures that inhabit the Cradle. The aroma of the fresh meat is strong, and he can almost taste it himself.


    When he arrives at the Cradle, he heads towards the area that separates the Three Great Clans. This area is where the most significant number of creatures live, and they tend to be the most aggressive and territorial. Rico places a large pile of 100 kilograms of beef in the center of the area, and the scent of fresh meat immediately begins to spread throughout the space.


    It doesn''t take long for the Three Great Clans to catch wind of the scent and begin to make their way towards the pile of meat. Rico watches with fascination as they come into view, their eyes fixed on the prize. The tension is palpable as they approach, each one determined to claim the meat for themselves.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    As they converge on the pile of beef, a frenzy of fighting breaks out between the Three Great Clans. The ants and mosquitoes are cautious, keeping their distance, but the earthworms are ruthless, drilling out of the ground and attacking first. The earthworms'' swift and decisive action catches the other creatures off guard, and soon the fighting intensifies, with the Three Great Clans battling fiercely for the meat.


    Rico watches with a mixture of awe and trepidation as the creatures fight over the meat. It''s a brutal and primal scene, but he knows that this is how the creatures in the Cradle survive and thrive. The competition for resources is fierce, and only the strongest and most adaptable will survive. He is grateful to be able to witness this display of nature''s raw power, and he feels more connected to the Cradle and its inhabitants than ever before.


    As the Three Great Clans fight, Rico watches with a sense of detachment, knowing that their destruction is necessary for the growth and evolution of the Cradle. He is the master of this world, and he will do whatever it takes to understand it and control its destiny.


    The ants and mosquitoes, however, were not about to let the earthworms claim the beef without a fight. The ants quickly formed a defensive line, mandibles bared and ready to defend their share of the feast. The mosquitoes, on the other hand, took to the air and began to launch quick, precise strikes against the earthworms, their needle-like proboscises aimed at the earthworms'' vulnerable spots.


    As the battle for the beef raged on, Rico watched with a sense of satisfaction. He had successfully incited conflict amongst the Three Great Clans of Insects, just as he had planned. The insects fought fiercely, each one determined to claim the meat for themselves.


    But as the fight continued, Rico began to notice something strange. The source energy in the Cradle was beginning to fluctuate, growing stronger and more intense as the insects fought. Rico realized that this was the key to unlocking the secrets of the Cradle - the more the insects fought and died, the more source energy would be produced.


    With this realization, Rico knew that he had to keep the insects fighting, no matter the cost. He began to devise new strategies to incite conflict, using different types of bait and even introducing new insect species to the Cradle.


    As the years passed, Rico''s understanding of the Cradle grew, and he became known as the Feast of death to the insects. But with great power came great responsibility, and Rico knew that he had to be careful not to push the insects too far. For if the insects were to perish, so too would the evolution of the Cradle, and with it, Rico''s chance to unlock the secret of essence.


    But with each new discovery, Rico knew that he was one step closer to understanding the true nature of the Cradle and the power of Origin, it¡¯s rule which he build the Cradle upon, and the mysteries it held within. And even though the insects were but mere bugs, Rico knew that they held the key to unlocking the secrets of evolution.

 Chapter 7 The Great War

    The earthworms scurried towards the meat as the humming mosquitoes in the air rushed to attack. The moment the mosquitoes reached their heads, the earthworms swiftly sucked them up, mercilessly crushing them within their powerful jaws. Although there were a few earthworms, they were vastly outnumbered by the hundreds of mosquitoes swarming around them. But it didn''t matter, as the mosquitoes kept attacking relentlessly, their numbers never dwindling.


    Meanwhile, thousands of ants on the ground moved in unison towards the earthworms, their razor-sharp jaws ready to tear into the creatures'' flesh. The earthworms, however, were formidable creatures, with thick shells and lengths of over two meters, making them nearly impossible for the ants to defeat. The ants could only scrape at the earthworms'' smooth iron skin, leaving white marks in their wake.


    Despite the ants'' relentless attacks, the earthworms remained unbroken, their tough exteriors allowing them to withstand the onslaught. However, the ants were relentless, and their numbers were on their side. After several unsuccessful attempts, they eventually succeeded in scraping through the earthworms'' skin, much like how rain can wear down stones over time.


    Rico watched as one earthworm was overwhelmed by the ants, its wounds too severe for it to continue fighting. It flopped over and sank into the ground, leaving only hundreds of wounded ants behind. But the battle raged on, with reinforcements arriving from all sides, as the Three Great Clans continued their war.


    Amid the chaos that ensued, as the ants and other bugs fought for the stolen meat, a frenzy of activity ensued. Some of the bolder insects took advantage of the commotion, darting in and out to seize as much meat as they could carry before quickly disappearing into the surrounding foliage. The situation soon turned into a bloodbath, with casualties mounting on both sides. In the end, nearly 800 ants had perished, their bodies littering the ground, while the earthworms and mosquitoes had lost a fraction of their numbers.


    Rico, who had been observing the scene with rapt attention, was pleased by the outcome of the skirmish. He knew that the World Source now had 1.01 source energy, which meant that his power had increased. He was eager to test his newfound strength, so he used his authority to infuse his body with 0.101 of source energy. As the energy coursed through his body, his muscles and bones trembled with an intense warmth, and he felt a rush of power that he had never experienced before.


    In just one second, his body returned to its normal state, but Rico''s hand remained tightly clenched. He could feel a jet of air escaping from between his fingers, a clear indication of his increased strength and speed. As he looked around, his eyes landed on the concrete wall nearby. A faint voice whispered in his ear, urging him to punch through it, but he shrugged and said, "Forget about it, cleaning that up would be a drag." He knew that his strength had increased, but he wasn''t sure by how much.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    He knew that controlling his body would be impossible for a while, as he still felt the powerful energy coursing through him. However, he was eager to see what he could do with his newfound strength, and he was excited to see what other powers the World Source had in store for him.


    "I''ll have to check out my strength in the gym," Rico thought to himself.


    As the Cradle experienced more than 20 years, the three races of the Cradle had long since recovered their pre-recovery population levels. Another 100 kg of meat was added in a short time, and Rico predicted another large-scale conflict between the three clans. He eventually obtained and consumed a World Source of 0.102, and a warm flood of water immediately massaged his inside, quickly putting him at ease. After a lengthy period of inactivity, his muscles were bursting with life.


    For the third time, Rico flung the remaining 200 pounds of beef into the Cradle. After the meat had been placed into the Cradle, he transferred his mind into the disc world to observe. He discovered a massive brawl between ants, earthworms, and mosquitoes. The mosquitoes buzzed and rushed from the sky or from beneath the foliage, and they grasped ants, raising them into the air, and releasing them, with most of them being killed upon impact.


    However, this tactic was only used when fighting ants. When they came across earthworms, the mosquitoes quickly fled.


    After absorbing the source energy from the battle, Rico felt the need to cleanse himself, so he went to take a bath. The dark, greasy substance that had clung to his skin was finally washed away, and he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and triumph. He reveled in the fact that he had successfully manipulated the Three Great Clans in the Cradle to engage in a brutal battle, causing widespread destruction and claiming countless lives. This had resulted in a significant amount of World''s Source, which he had absorbed to increase his power.


    As he washed away the remnants of the battle, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the World''s Source. He marveled at its incredible power and the way it had transformed him, giving him abilities beyond his wildest dreams. He felt invigorated by the rush of energy that coursed through his body, giving him a renewed sense of strength and vitality.


    Feeling emboldened by his newfound power, Rico decided to test his abilities in the gym. He hopped into his Bugatti and made his way to a high-end gym. There, he paid for a session and began a serious workout, pushing his body to its limits. With each rep, he could feel the energy coursing through his veins, surging with power and strength. He flexed his muscles, feeling their definition and power, and knew that he had the ability to accomplish anything he set his mind to.


    As he continue to work out, Rico couldn''t help but think about the Cradle and the Three Great Clans. He knew that he had to be careful not to let his obsession with power consume him. He had to find a balance between controlling the Cradle and not causing too much destruction. But for now, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of excitement and thrill as he imagined the next battle between the Three Great Clans, knowing that he held the power to control their fate.


    Rico continued to observe the Cradle, carefully manipulating the Three Great Clans and consuming the World''s Source. He grew stronger and more powerful with each passing battle, but also more aware of the responsibility that came with his power. He knew that he had to use it wisely, always thinking about the consequences of his actions. But for now, he couldn''t help but relish in the rush of power and control he held over the Cradle and the Three Great Clans.

 Chapter 8 The Power Of A Demi-God

    Rico had been feeling drained and sluggish for the past few days, so he decided to take a much-needed break and indulge in a long, hot shower. He stood under the steaming water for what felt like an eternity, using a large amount of his favorite shower gel to scrub away the dark, oily toxins that had accumulated on his skin. The scent of the gel filled the bathroom as he took his time, relishing in the sensation of the hot water washing away his stress and fatigue.


    Emerging from the shower, Rico felt renewed and energized. As he padded through his living room in his plush robe and slippers, he couldn''t help but marvel at the comfort of his surroundings. The soft lighting and soothing music, combined with the afterglow of the shower, created a sense of peace that he hadn''t felt in a long time.


    However, as he settled onto his couch to relax and unwind, Rico''s peace was abruptly interrupted by a notification by the Cradle. He checked the logs and found that the bug population in his world was once again on the rise.


    Without a moment''s hesitation, he gathered 100 kilograms of pork and tossed it into the center of the Cradle. The pungent odor quickly drew the bugs in, allowing Rico to deal with them more easily. But that wasn''t all - Rico then used his Authority to transfer 1% of the world''s resources gain each year into his body, a move he had been planning for some time. He knew it would take time for his physique to adjust and become stronger, so he was to use this method to gain source energy slowly over time.


    As he settled into his daily routine, playing games and relaxing, Rico suddenly felt a jolt of electricity coursing through his body. It was as if his cells were vibrating with energy, causing him to shiver and lose control of his hands. With a snap, his phone slipped from his grasp and hit the ground with a sickening thud.


    The sensations grew stronger, and Rico''s muscles and bones began to condense, making it hard for him to breathe. He struggled to stay conscious, fighting the overwhelming sensation of being compressed into a tiny ball. Finally, he succumbed to the pressure and passed out.


    When he came to, Rico was back in his room, disoriented and frustrated. It was clear that something had gone wrong, and berate himself for his lack of caution. As he reached for his iPhone 14, he realized that the phone had been severely damaged, the screen shattered like a spiderweb. Still, he remained optimistic, reminding himself that he had extras of everything he needed, including a few spare iPhones.


    With a renewed sense of determination, Rico made his way to Mt. Conquest, a rugged terrain that he had climbed countless times before. The mountain was a symbol of his strength, and he always found solace in its rocky slopes and sweeping vistas. As he climbed higher and higher, the air grew thinner, but he hardly noticed as his body had already started adjusting to the altitude.


    Finally reaching the summit, Rico took a moment to catch his breath and survey the stunning views. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden light over the surrounding landscape. With a deep breath, Rico began to flex his muscles, preparing himself for a rigorous workout.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    He started by lifting a set of boulders that were nearly as large as he was, grunting with the effort as he hoisted them into the air. As he moved from exercise to exercise, he felt his strength growing with each passing moment. It was as if he could feel the power coursing through his veins, a feeling that he had never experienced before.


    Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Rico picked up a stone the size of a basketball, weighing at least 30 kilograms, and hurled it seven or eight meters out. The strength and accuracy of his throw were awe-inspiring, and he couldn''t help but compare himself to the legendary hero, Hercules. The repressed thirst for power within him stirred, and his breathing became deep and strong as he reveled in the satisfaction of his own strength.


    As he stood there, sweat pouring down his face and chest he knew that few people could achieve what he had just done. But even as he basked in his own strength, he couldn''t help but feel a twinge of concern. His newfound strength had come so quickly, and he realized that he needed to be careful with it.


    He descended the mountain and reach the jungle on the other side, and continue his training. However, as he continued to push himself physically, he found himself in some comical situations. He attempted to leap over a small stream and ended up face-first in the water. He tried to jog up a steep hill, and found himself tumbling down it. He even attempted to climb a giant tree and got stuck halfway up.


    As Rico continue his training on and about Mt. Conquest, he couldn''t help but add a comedic touch to his routine. He would make weird sounds while throwing the rocks, pretending they were his old bullies or ex-girlfriends. He even started to make up a game where he would challenge himself to see how many pebbles he could throw into a nearby lake without missing. The training was grueling, but Rico found that adding a bit of humor made it more bearable.


    As he continued to push himself physically, Rico couldn''t help but be amazed at his own strength. He found that he could lift and throw heavy objects with ease, and even found himself leaping and climbing trees like a monkey. The more he trained, the more he realized that his strength was not just physical but also mental. He could focus and control his body in ways he never thought possible.


    After six hours of training, Rico finally felt like he had a handle on his new strength. He returned to his Villa, exhausted but elated. He quickly showered and hopped into his Bugatti, eager to see what other surprises the day had in store for him. As he filled up his tank, he couldn''t help but chuckle at the thought of paying 500 euros for gas. He knew that with his newfound strength, he could probably lift the entire car and run it on his own power if he wanted to.


    As Rico drove home, he couldn''t stop thinking about his brilliant idea to plant pricey fruits in the Cradle. He knew that if he could make the ginseng grow quickly and sell it at a high price, he could become very wealthy. He made a mental note to research the best ways to grow and harvest the ginseng and other rare seeds he had purchased.


    The next day, Rico woke up early and got to work. He spent the entire day researching and experimenting with different methods to grow the ginseng and other rare fruits in the Cradle. He was determined to make his idea a reality, and he knew that with his newfound strength and determination, he could achieve anything he set his mind to.


    As the day pass, Rico''s ginseng and other rare fruits began to grow at an alarming rate. Within an hour, the ginseng had grown to the size of a 50-year-old plant and the other fruits had spread everywhere.

 Chapter 9 The Five Kings

    Rico was in for a shock as his consciousness entered the Cradle. He had anticipated finding the original Three Great Clans of insects - mosquitoes, earthworms, and ants . However, that was not what he found. Instead, he discovered that the Cradle had become the battleground for a hundred different insect groups, each vying for supremacy. The sight before him was nothing short of astounding.


    As Rico delved deeper into the records, he learned the reason behind this sudden upheaval in the Cradle''s insect hierarchy. The Three Great Clans had been embroiled in a fierce battle that had resulted in them acquiring an equal share of a contaminated pork. The Three Clans had consumed the pork, not knowing what it contained, and as a result, a catastrophe befell them. The contaminated pork had caused a widespread epidemic among the insects, resulting in over 95% of their members dying within a mere three days.


    This mass extinction of the Three Great Clans opened up an opportunity for other bug races to rise and establish themselves as dominant forces. Rico discovered that five new insect clans, in particular, had emerged as the most powerful among them. He named them "The Five Kings," and these included the Centipede Clan, the Cockroach Clan, the Seven Stars Clan, the Grasshopper Clan, and the Meris Clan.


    According to the Cradle records, the cockroach was an immortal clan, meaning that they are hard to kill. The Centipede Clan, on the other hand, was the undisputed king of all insect clans. The Meris Clan was the most feared of all, known for their ferocious fighting style and sheer strength. The Grasshopper Clan and the Seven Stars Clan were not to be taken lightly either. Despite their power, however, Rico learned that these new insect clans could not match the Three Great Clans at the height of their power. The Three Great Clans had been the most dominant and powerful clans to ever exist in the Cradle, and it seemed impossible for anyone to surpass their legacy.


    The Meris Clan, which had emerged as one of the most powerful insect clans in the Cradle, had an intriguing history. According to the Cradle''s ancient records, the clan''s origin could be traced back to the shrubs that grew within its boundaries. The shrubs had long been a source of life and energy for the Meris Clan, and it was through their interaction with the mana present in the environment that they evolved into a more advanced insect group.


    Over a period of a few thousand years, the Meris Clan had transformed from a relatively weak group into a force to be reckoned with. Their evolution had led to them using their vines to trap and kill any bug that dared to enter their territory. Their clan consisted of a diverse range of members, with the smallest being around 78 centimeters tall and the oldest and largest measuring up to 4 meters in length. These larger members possessed a high degree of knowledge and experience, making them formidable opponents.


    In contrast, the cockroach group, which was the third-strongest, had a different origin story. They had appeared during the prehistoric period known as Genesis, just like the Three Great Clans. These insects had cheat-like abilities that allowed them to fly or crawl on the ground, making them incredibly versatile in their movements. Their teamwork was also remarkable, allowing them to tackle even the most formidable opponents. The cockroach clan members measured approximately 40 centimeters in length, making them smaller than the Meris Clan but still a potent force.


    The centipede group was the largest group and had also appeared during the Genesis period. They were known for their viciousness and skill in poison use, making them a deadly adversary. Their members measured almost 50 centimeters in length, and their venomous bites were feared by all who encountered them.


    The Seven Stars Clan and the grasshoppers were the weaker insect groups among the Five Kings, with their numbers totaling only 500-600. Their existence was precarious, and they lived under the constant threat of extinction. The smaller bug species were even more vulnerable, with their numbers ranging from 40 to 100. They lived in a state of perpetual fear and were in imminent danger of being wiped out.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    The Three Great Clans, despite still being alive, were weakened by the catastrophe and had lost their power to history. They were currently hiding on the edge of the world and struggling to survive.


    Rico was captivated by the phenomenon he had discovered in the insect group within the Cradle. Some of the insects had managed to develop a degree of conscious awareness, thanks to the abundant source energy that permeated the environment. The intricacies of their newfound sentience fascinated Rico, as he watched them navigate their world with a new level of understanding and perception.


    However, Rico knew that these insects were not comparable to the complexity of human intelligence. Their level of knowledge and cognition was more akin to that of a human child at the age of three or four. Despite this, the emergence of even rudimentary consciousness in these insects was a fascinating and groundbreaking discovery.


    Rico also knew that the Cradle itself was an enigma, with a history that extended back thousands of years. The extermination of the Three Great Clan, a significant event that took place one millennia ago, had resulted in the release of an immense amount of source energy that had been absorbed by the Cradle. This influx of energy had caused the Cradle to expand from its original size of 1,200 meters to its present dimensions of 3,000 meters.


    As the Cradle grew, the concentration of source energy in its atmosphere also increased. This energy thickened the air, creating an environment that was rich with the essence of life. It was this energy that had allowed the insects to develop sentience, and it was this same energy that fueled the many mysteries that still awaited discovery within the Cradle.


    In the accident that Rico had experienced, the amount of source energy he had absorbed was equivalent to that of a dozen thousand insects. It was a massive amount of energy that he could feel coursing through his veins, fueling his desire to learn more about the Cradle and its secrets.


    The source energy that he had absorbed had been compressed by the Cradle into mana, resulting in ten digits of mana. This amount of mana was equivalent to one point of World Source, a powerful resource.


    Rico knew that the power of mana was immense. For every unit of mana, there was at least half a ton of sheer physical power. This meant that even a small amount of mana could have a significant impact on his abilities.


    As Rico delved deeper into the Cradle, he became more curious about the different insect clans that inhabited the environment. He understood that knowledge of their unique strengths and weaknesses could be crucial in his quest to become a powerful creator.


    However, Rico also recognized the importance of investigating the cause of the Three Great Clans'' decline. He wondered if there were any unscrupulous businessmen still selling contaminated meat in his area, and if so, he vowed to take action against them. Rico knew that the Cradle was a delicate ecosystem that need his supervision.


    As he explored the different territories of the Five Kings, Rico discovered that each clan had its own unique abilities and characteristics. The Centipede Clan was known for its powerful venom and agility, while the Cockroach Clan was known for its durability and ability to fly. The Seven Stars Clan and Grasshopper Clan were weaker than the other three, but they still had their own strengths.


    Rico also found that the Meris Clan, despite being the most feared of the Five Kings, was also the most vulnerable. Their vines could easily be cut or burned, leaving them defenseless. Rico knew that if he wanted to become a powerful creator, he would need to find a way to overcome this vulnerability.


    As he delved deeper into the Cradle, Rico also discovered that there were many other insect species living there. Some of them were small and weak, while others were larger and more powerful.


    Rico spent many days exploring the Cradle, learning about the different insect species and their abilities. He also began to experiment with different ways to harness the power of the source energy in the Cradle. He knew that if he could master this technique, he could archive his main goal of creating a new world with his own power.

 Chapter 10 War Of The Beast

    As Rico stepped outside the grand wooden doors of his Villa, he was greeted by the warm rays of the sun and the pleasant scent of freshly bloomed flowers from the nearby garden. He couldn''t resist admiring the picturesque view of the lush greenery that surrounded the estate.


    Walking towards the left side of the Villa, Rico noticed a transformation in the outdoor space. The once-empty area had been converted into a small but well-equipped gym. The gym was fitted with heavyweights, a punching bag, and an assortment of fitness equipment. It was an ideal setup for someone who was dedicated to staying fit and healthy.


    However, Rico was not only focused on physical fitness but also on mental wellbeing. That is why he had also arranged for a flat stone platform, shaded by a large tree, to be placed in one corner of the gym area. This platform was specially designed for meditation, a place where he could clear his mind and focus on his inner peace.


    As Rico started his workout, he could feel his muscles stretch and strain as he lifted the weights. The punching bag gave him an outlet to vent out his frustrations, while the other equipment kept him energized and focused. After an hour of intense physical activity, he transitioned to his meditation practice, finding peace and tranquility on the flat stone platform.


    As he completed his meditation, Rico''s thoughts were clearer, and he was filled with a sense of calmness. He then walked over to the cold shower and turned the handle, feeling the refreshing water cascade down his body, washing away the sweat and fatigue from his workout.


    Finally, he made his way back to his room, feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the day ahead. He could feel the satisfaction of knowing he had taken care of his physical and mental wellbeing in one go, and this gave him a sense of accomplishment that he hoped would set the tone for the rest of his day.


    In the heart of the Cradle, a massive expanse of hilly terrain stretched out, covering an area of 500 meters. The rolling landscape was dotted with countless shadows, each representing a member of the various clans that inhabited the area. The Grasshopper Clan and Meris Clan stood shoulder to shoulder, while the Cockroach and Seven Star Clan banded together, creating an air of tension and animosity between the two groups.


    Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted as a majestic one-meter-sized golden grasshopper emerged from the throng of his fellow grasshoppers. This was the Grasshopper King, a wise and respected leader who had earned his title through his intelligence and cunning. Though he had been named by his people, he had taken it upon himself to adopt the moniker ''Grasshopper King,'' a name that had quickly caught on with the other clans and eventually caused him some resentment.


    The Grasshopper King lifted his antennae high and let out a piercing sound that echoed through the Cradle. The sound was akin to the tearing of paper, but it was a form of communication unique to the clans, understood only by the creatures of the Cradle. The other clans fell silent as they listened to their leader''s words.


    "My people," the Grasshopper King boomed, "today, we stand united in our quest for victory. We will defeat the Cockroach Clan and Seven Star Clan and claim our rightful place as the dominant clan in the Cradle. With this victory, we will secure a carefree life with endless food and prosperity for our people."If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    His words were met with an enthusiastic response from the Grasshopper Clan, who chirped and clicked their mandibles in agreement. The other clans looked on with mixed emotions, some fearful of what the future might hold, while others were determined to fight to protect their own way of life.


    The Cradle was a place of both beauty and danger, a world ruled by the laws of nature and the struggle for survival. And in this moment, the fate of the clans would be decided by the outcome of the impending battle.


    The grasshoppers and Meris had a fierce determination in their eyes as they divided into groups and rushed towards the Cockroach and Seven Star Clans, emitting blood-curdling screams. The battlefield was a brutal, bloody affair as the two armies clashed with a deafening roar. The sound of clashing exoskeletons and the cries of battle filled the air, creating a cacophony of noise that echoed across the Cradle.


    The Cockroach and Seven Star Clans fought back with all their might, but they were no match for the Grasshopper and Meris Clans, who were driven by a fierce hunger for victory. The fighting was intense, with each clan determined to emerge victorious. The bodies of the grasshoppers and Meris were harder than steel, and as they collided with their enemies, the sound was like a thousand hammers striking metal. The battle was a chaotic scene of death and destruction.


    Limbs and body parts were scattered everywhere, and the ground was slick with blood and gore. The air was thick with the smell of death, a reminder of the high stakes of the battle. The Grasshopper and Meris Clans fought with all the strength they could muster, their bodies covered in the blood of their enemies.


    The Cockroach and Seven Star Clans, however, were steadily pushed back, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment. As the battle raged on, the two sides engaged in a brutal game of attrition. The Cockroach and Seven Star Clans fought valiantly, but they were no match for the Grasshopper and Meris Clans. One by one, their warriors fell, and soon they found themselves surrounded on all sides. In a final, desperate bid for survival, the remaining members of the Cockroach and Seven Star Clans launched a final charge against their enemies. The Grasshopper and Meris Clans stood their ground, fighting with all their might to repel the attack.


    The battle was long and hard-fought. The remaining members of the Cockroach and Seven Star Clans were driven from the field, their once-great armies reduced to scattered remnants. The aftermath of the battle was a somber scene, with the bodies of the fallen scattered across the battlefield. The Grasshopper and Meris Clans had emerged victorious, but at a great cost. They mourned the loss of their fallen comrades, but they knew that their victory had secured their place as the dominant clans in the Cradle.


    After a hard-fought battle, the Cockroach and Seven Star Clans were forced to retreat, fleeing back to their territory. The Grasshopper and Meris Clans emerged victorious, their victory hard-won. The remaining warriors of the two defeated clans scattered in all directions, their once-mighty armies reduced to scattered remnants. The Grasshopper and Meris Clans had won the battle, but they knew that their enemies would not be defeated so easily.


    As the adrenaline of the battle began to fade, the victorious clans began to survey the carnage that surrounded them. They mourned the loss of their fallen comrades, but they also celebrated their hard-fought victory.


    However, their celebrations were short-lived as they were alerted to the presence of a large number of centipedes hidden deep in the forest not far away. The centipedes were a formidable enemy, feared by all the clans in the Cradle for their strength and ferocity in battle. The Grasshopper and Meris Clans knew that they could not afford to be caught off guard.

 Chapter 11 Ambush

    Hiding in ambush, the Centipede Army lay in wait, known only for their cruelty. The Centipede Clan was just as intelligent as the other four clans. When they saw the Grasshopper Clan and Meris Clan injured and tired from battle, they took decisive action. Nearly three thousand terrifying centipedes, like afterimages, quickly moved towards the Grasshoppers and Meris who were collecting corpses on the battlefield.


    Feeling the vibration of the approaching centipede army, the King of the Grasshopper Clan and the King of Meris Clan quickly commanded their clansmen to resist the incoming storm of centipedes. The allied forces divided, with some moving to the left and right, and a group in the middle, as they moved to outflank the centipede clan from three sides.


    The centipede tribe also divided their force to the left and right, with the main force in the middle. After thousands of years of development, the five major groups in the Cradle had witnessed an explosion of soul energy and evolution. Their wisdom had greatly improved and they understood simple military tactics.


    The Meris Clan, harder than steel, sprang towards their enemies like bullets. Some hit the centipede bodies, sparks appearing as their bodies were torn in half or lost a limb. The ground was left with half-meter deep pits from the impact.


    The battle was fought horribly. Both sides seemed tireless and kept killing. Clang! The Centipede King, five meters in size, swept at the Grasshopper King who was still in the air with a stone using his tail. Then there was a bang. A stone more than three meters large was smashed into more than ten pieces by the Grasshopper King, who then stood swayingly on the ground, as if he might fall at any moment.


    The Grasshopper King was seriously injured, but he activated the soul energy in his body, flaring up and almost draining 2/3 of his reserves. But it was worth it, as his injured body quickly stabilized.


    "I am the Grasshopper King," the Grasshopper King shouted as he launched a sneak attack from behind the Centipede King. On the ever-changing battlefield, the Centipede King was constantly under attack. But he still saw the Grasshopper King in the air and excitedly wobbled his tail at the incoming attack. Boom! The Grasshopper King was swept away by the Centipede King


    The Grasshopper King just stood in a deep hole and never got up again. Seeing this, the Meris King retreated. The mighty Grasshopper King, as powerful as he was, died when facing the cruel Centipede King.


    "I''ll run away then!"


    "No, if I run away alone, what will my clansmen do?" He looked at his people who were bravely killing the enemy on the battlefield.


    "There is no hope."


    "I''d better run away."


    In the end, the Meris King escaped. Tens of minutes later, the Centipede had killed every enemy. After the battle, the ruler of the Cradle was the Centipede Clan.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    The other Four Great Clans, including the Three Great Clans group of the far ancient era, could only bow under the power of the centipedes. Rico wondered if he should do something about this, allowing a group to monopolize his world would only hinder evolution.


    The Centipede Clan would reproduce wildly without the restrictions of the other Four Clans, and they would devour everything. In the end, the biological chain of the entire Cradle may be completely unbalanced, and the final result is self-evident.


    Rico decided to let it be. Maybe he would be wrong, and if not, then it is just part of evolution after all.


    A few hours later, Rico learned from the Cradle that after a few hundred years, the entire biological chain was completely broken. A large number of animals and plants died from the Centipede or hunger, and in the end, even the Centipede was no more.


    Rico''s whole body, like a mad cow, trembled constantly, while his body started to absorb the soul energy. Rico fainted and fell on the ground.


    The deserted Cradle was full of dead plants and animals, soul energy was everywhere in the atmosphere. Time continued to pass, and the Cradle is constantly expanding, from three thousand five hundred meters to a radius of 10,000 meters.


    The sun has now become a big circle of fiery light and is exuding a trace of extremely firm and fierce heat.


    In the next 500 years, the debris on the earth disappeared, except for some remains of a few powerful creatures, which bodies have now become different kinds of minerals. After another millennium, the land was once again covered with weeds and a few trees.


    It took 1,500 years for the entire Cradle to be restored to life again. Weeds, trees, all over. The last civilization had flourished for six thousand years. The ants, mosquitoes, earthworms, ladybugs, centipede, grasshoppers, wooden men (Meris), and cockroaches were once again active in the entire Cradle but had lost their might of the past.


    "Passed out again?" Checking the record of the Cradle, Rico learned that there were over more than 48,000 intelligent creatures in the whole of the Cradle that died, and few of them had managed to survive.


    He had made 480 points of world source. Rico had absorbed 48 points of mana, which had caused him to collapse. Rico lay on the ground, as he dared not move. He could clearly feel that there is a powerful force in every fiber of his being, and may demolish his Villa by accident.


    Rico made a fist and gently opened and closed his hands. He adjusted his breathing, trying to feel his new energy. A few hours later, he finally stood up.


    The floor broke.


    "That''s not good."


    Rico couldn''t believe his own strength. He had accidentally broken part of his Villa with just a simple step. He thought to himself, "Wow, I really need to learn how to control this new power."


    He look at his phone and thought. "Well, this is going to be a problem," he thought.


    He then decided to test out his new strength in the jungle, he decided to go further in where wild animal lived. He went wild, lifting huge trees with one hand and throwing them around like they were sticks. The animals in the jungle were in awe of Rico''s new strength. Some of them even ran away in fear.


    Rico was having the time of his life, feeling like a superhero. He even found a group of monkeys and challenged them to a game of monkey-see-monkey-do. The monkeys were no match for Rico, and he quickly became the king of the jungle.


    But as the sun started to set, Rico realized he had to head back to his Villa. He had a lot of repairs to do, and he didn''t want to break anything else. He walked back to his villa with a huge smile on his face, thinking how fun it would be to go wild in the jungle again.


    As he entered the Villa, he saw the mess he had made and couldn''t help but let out a chuckle. "Well, this is going to be one expensive repair bill," he thought as he went to grab his toolbox.

 Chapter 12 New World

    After two days of training in the mountains, Rico regained control over his own body once again. His strength had now reached above 20 tons of pure power.


    "With ease, I could hoist an elephant aloft," he boastfully declared with a cunning smirk, "but for now, I''ll play it cool."


    He slowed down time in the Cradle by half and let nature take its course. Rico had bigger plans. With his evolution of the flesh, he could read more into the Book of Enoch and he was certain that he could create his first world. So, other than training, he had learned some new concepts and decided it was time.


    Rico, now infused with the power of Origin and a deep understanding of the disc world''s laws, set out to manifest his desires and bring them to fruition. He had meticulously studied planetary formation and geography, pouring over countless books and articles, determined to create the perfect world.


    But it wasn''t just about creating a beautiful landscape. Rico wanted to create a world filled with life, where different species could thrive and evolve. He spent countless hours experimenting with different combinations of elements, carefully crafting the perfect environment for each creature that would inhabit it.


    As Rico delved deeper into his work, he discovered that the disc world was not just a mere playground for him to shape and mold as he pleased. It was a living, breathing entity, with its own unique laws and systems. He came to realize that true mastery of the disc world would require not only an understanding of its laws, but also a deep respect and reverence for them.


    With this newfound understanding, Rico set out to create a world that was not only beautiful, but also in harmony with the natural laws of the disc world. He carefully crafted ecosystems, creating a delicate balance between different species and their environments.


    As the days turned into weeks, and then into months, Rico''s world began to take shape. He watched as his world continue to grow and transform, and he couldn''t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Rico proceeded to use his control of the authority, which he found to be easily used after his period of adaptation with the Cradle. With ease, he could feel the information, size, and flow of time inside this space and information on how much Origin could be extracted from the chaos outside the world in a day.


    Rico calculated according to the Origin stored in space and the yearly amount of Origin. He found that this world was created a long time ago, millions of years ago. But according to his parents, the history of the disc is only more than 1,000 years.


    Rico felt that he was not equipped with the knowledge to deal with this kind of thing, so by the obsolete rule of "It is what it is," he started to feel better because it made no sense but no sense made sense to him.


    When in the disc world, Rico is like a God, the game master. Just like a wish-granting being, Rico constantly exemplified his ideas, using his control and authority to transform the world. Initially, he had many ideas for creating a cosmic planetary world, similar to Earth, with a solar system, but he soon realized that it was too complicated and costly. Instead, he decided to create a crystal wall world, as it was the most secure and cost-effective option. He designed the crystal walls to be elliptical, similar to the shape of the Earth, to aid in the rotation of the sun and moon.


    As Rico worked on creating the world, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of joy and wonder. He had always been a solitary person, but now he felt a deep sense of purpose and fulfillment as he brought new life into the world. The process of creating the world took more than a month, and when Rico finally scanned the prototype for errors and defects, he found none. He felt a sense of gratification and awe at what he had achieved, but also knew that the reason he was able to do this was not because he was an omnipotent God, but because of the power of authority he obtain from Enoch.


    Rico''s world had one continent, made up of plateaus, basins, deserts, mountains, swamps, lakes, and other terrains found on Earth. The continent was almost half the size of the world, and the ocean contained countless islands. As Rico walked around his world, looking at the rising mountains and their shadows, the sun rising from the east to the west, and the endless wasteland, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He had created the foundation of an actual world, and by gazing at the countless terrains that he had carefully adjusted and made with his own two eyes, he felt that nothing could be better than this.


    However, Rico knew that his work was not yet done. The disc world was vast and limitless, and there was still so much more to explore and discover. With a renewed sense of wonder and excitement, Rico set out to continue his journey of creation and discovery, eager to see what the disc world had in store for him next.

 Chapter 13 Life Is Wonderful

    Rico walk around for a while, this world was truly peaceful.


    However, looking at the empty earth with just wind blowing the desert sands, Rico felt something was not right, as if something was missing. He floated until he reached the edge of the continent. Staring out at the sea from the horizon, Rico knew what was missing: life. He understood that life was needed.


    "Yes, life!" Rico exclaimed.


    Although he had created the world, it was empty of movement, with nothing containing life, not even microbes. A world without life was an incomplete world, because the ultimate goal of creation is life, and that''s what Rico believed. With life, the world would be colorful.


    After recognizing the problem, Rico promptly thought of a solution: to acquire seeds and place them in his world, as well as animals and insects. And for the sea, the plants and fish would not be a problem considering the cost of fish eggs and his savings. He could even take sample from the Cradle and mix them into the mix, but he wanted this world to be untouched by the Cradle crazy inhabitants.


    Following this plan, Rico bought tons of plant seeds, including flowers and trees from all over the world, from the famous cherry blossom of the east to the age-old coconut tree. This kept him busy for several days.


    Although Rico had worked remarkably beyond his limits to make the world colorful and leave the stage of desolation, it became apparent that this was a difficult project from the start, since he lacked experience in literally being a God. After he poured the seeds all around the continent and seas, only some of the seeds had grown sprouts. It would take at least months or even decades for them to grow up fully. To reach a large enough quantity to achieve world domination would take several centuries.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Even compared to the size of his home world, this world was double the size of the earth, the number of plants now would only make the world have a tiny green spot from space. His original goal of cramming the whole world with life was not looking too great.


    If this trend continued, even if Rico exhausted his entire life farming the seed, he could at most give a mark of life to an area of tens of kilometers in diameter.


    This world was different from the Cradle which is like the moon to the sun, time flow slowly in this world.


    Faced with this situation, Rico suddenly thought deeply, since he could set the rules of this world, why couldn''t he speed up the time with Origin so that one earth day would be countless years inside his world? In this way, the world inside could quickly become vibrant and spread on its own.


    Rico tried it first and found that his idea was feasible. However, doing so would consume a lot of Origin. But the level of consumption was still within Rico''s acceptable range as the input of Origin would be more than the consumption.


    Now that the idea was feasible, Rico''s mind was soothed. He then desperately started speeding up the time flow of the disc world from one-hundred to one, to one-thousand to one and even finally to ten-thousand to one and was at the end of his reasonable range.


    In this way, one day was equivalent to more than 30 years in Rico''s world, and so almost a year had passed in the past hour after going back home.


    However, the disc world did not become as vibrant as Rico had thought. Most of the seeds thrown in before had died. Only an insignificant part of them survived, and the forms of these surviving plants were not the same ason the earth.


    "They must have mutated to survive," Rico thought. At first, Rico didn''t know the reason for their death. After studying them for a while, Rico learned and concluded that the cause of death was because the ecosystem within was not perfect for the seeds and they needed the right climate. So Rico then started to...

 Chapter 14 I Name You Gaia

    Rico then started to place these seeds in their respectful climate. But even so, half of the seeds did not make it because some plants needed insects to pollinate or animals for the plant seeds to scatter. But these creatures had not been placed in the disc world. After understanding the reason, Rico quickly figured it out. The plan was to place some kinds of rare plant seeds that could survive in the harsh climate and then also set some small animals that he bought after spending much of his savings. First herbivores, then carnivores.


    Sometime along, the plant domination plan showed incredible progress. Slowly the disc world started to turn green. After a month worth of time difference, there was nothing but life as now it''s full of plants, animals, and insects, and with the sea full of fish and coral reefs. After more than a couple thousand years, even the islands also contained life, such as crabs and coconut trees.


    Compared to the current earth, the disc world was like a paradise for these wild animals. They could populate unscrupulously and reproduce fast enough in a short time. But at the same time, Rico also discovered a disturbing phenomenon. It was the time difference. It had ceased to be from 10,000 to one but reduced to 9,000 times to one.


    At first, Rico didn''t understand the reason and wanted to change it back. But found that doing so requires an enormous amount of Origin. After researching, he understood more about time and learned it''s the most powerful rule, and the more powerful something is, the harder it is to band. As the world becomes more perfect, the stricter the flow of time will be, as time will also be perfected. And will not be easily modified without paying more.


    However, it''s not all bad. The good news is the ecological cycle of life has been entirely solidified. Without his supervision, life will go on. Starting from the Iceland glaciers to the Gobi deserts. North to east and as well as the sea bay and islands in the south. There are traces of life everywhere, from the ground and up in the sky.


    However, compared to the earth, the number of species in the disc world is much less. There are less than a thousand species of plants and animals. The main reason was that the ecosystem inside the disc world did not evolve on its own working but were complemented by Rico''s pulling out seedlings and creatures from the earth, so the species varieties were much less common and limited to Rico wealth and poaching at various Zoo which he had no regrets.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    However, this is not a big problem. Because the flow of time inside is much faster than outside. So the diversity in lifeform will be comparable to earth in no time. Even the green life in my world is much greater than earth in quantity. Rico also notices the change in his world inhabitants. Many animals from his homeworld have entered this world. And are now much different. Their forms have slowly begun to change, and some even already became their own unique species after finding small remnant of origin scattered around.


    As long as enough time goes by, the number of species in the disc world will increase on its own. But even so, Rico felt very satisfied with all he has accomplished. He walked on the earth of the disc world, with soft grass under his feet, lush towering trees next to him, and birds singing freely in the woods.


    A small stream slowly flowed past his eyes as the stream was crystal clear, with a smooth rushing sound that made people feel calm, then one fish jumped out of the stream, reaching for the clouds.


    Rico appeared beyond the world and watch the world like a movie, as years past before his eyes.


    He saw a world without humans, so this is how it would be, a vibrant and diverse ecosystem filled with a wide variety of plants and animals. The landscapes so lush and verdant, with dense forests, winding rivers, and rolling hills. The skies filled with flocks of birds and swarms of insects, while the oceans teem with life, from tiny plankton to massive whales.


    The natural world in a state of balance, with predators and prey coexisting in a delicate equilibrium. The cycles of birth, growth, and decay was on full display, as the seasons change and new generations of plants and animals take their place in the ecosystem.


    The sounds of the wilderness was deafening, with the calls of animals and the rustle of leaves filling the air. The colors extraordinary, from the deep greens of the forest to the brilliant hues of flowers and birds.


    It¡¯s a world of wonder and beauty, where the forces of nature was on full display in his eye.


    Floating above the mountains and rivers, beyond space, Rico gave a name to his world. "From now on, this world will be called."


    ¡±Gaia¡±

 Chapter 15 Sentient Life

    In a palace in the middle of a lush jungle, where he could reign over his creations as a god-like being. He named his world Gaia, after the ancient Greek goddess of the earth.


    Rico''s journey to explore Gaia began in the icy glaciers of Iceland. He marveled at the majestic beauty of the frozen landscape, and the way the ice glistened in the sunlight. He spent weeks wandering the glaciers, observing the polar bears and arctic foxes that called this harsh environment home.


    Next, Rico journeyed to the Gobi desert, where he was awestruck by the vast expanse of sand dunes and the scorching heat. He watched as the camels and lizards adapted to the harsh conditions, and he was amazed by the resilience of life.


    Rico then traveled to the east, where he explored the lush rainforests and the vast grasslands. He was enchanted by the diversity of life in these regions, from the majestic elephants to the colorful parrots. He even discovered a group of monkeys that could use tools, a fascinating discovery that he spent weeks studying.


    As he made his way south, Rico discovered the sea bay and the many islands that dotted the coast. He was fascinated by the marine life and spent hours swimming with the dolphins and whales. He even built himself a palace on one of the islands, where he could watch the sun set over the ocean.


    Rico''s journey of exploration was not without its challenges. He had to contend with harsh weather conditions, treacherous terrain, and the occasional dangerous animal. But he took it all in stride, knowing that he was the ruler of his own world.


    In the end, Rico returned to his palace in the jungle, where he rested. He had explored every inch of Gaia and knew every creature that called it home. He was content in the knowledge that he had created a world that was a true garden of Eden, where all living things could thrive in harmony. And he continue to explore and discover new things in his world and even build new structures and create new species, using Origin.


    As the days passed Rico couldn''t resist the urge to let loose and let his primal instincts take over, he ran wild in the jungle, howling at the moon and feeling the thrill of being alive. And every night he would return back to his palace and smile knowing that he created all this, his own world Gaia and he was the ruler of it all.


    As Rico explored every corner of his world, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of emptiness. He had created this paradise, but it was missing something important. He realized that the world he had created was missing the one thing that made it truly alive - sentient life. He wanted to create beings that could think, feel, and experience the world around them.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    More than two earthly months had passed since the creation of Gaia world. Rico was also very pleased within this time to see the world becoming more prosperous. Gradually, he began to feel that the world was very dreary, even with many creatures.


    The reason was simple enough. It was because that there were no intelligent creatures such as human beings.


    "The adornment of civilization is the crowning achievement of the world, for only in a society steeped in civility can true completeness be attained." - A verse he once heard from his father.


    Thinking about it this way, Rico knew what his next step will be. Which is to create a manner of life, a kind of true sentient life.


    Of course, even if Rico does not create such life, the world of Gaia may slowly give birth to an intellectual life form. But it may also not be possible.


    After all, the conditions for the birth of intelligent life are very complex and full of flaws. From the emergence of life to the birth of sentient life as human beings, it took billions of years for the earth to finally produce such intelligent life.


    Just like Dinosaurs who had stayed on the earth and become the overlord for a full 200 million years, without giving birth to sentient life. Such a situation may appear on Gaia. Sadly Rico would be long gone before the first humanoid life is birthed. It is not easy for an intelligent life form to be born, and they may never be.


    With this newfound understanding, Rico set out to create sentient life in his world. He worked tirelessly, experimenting with different forms and designs. He used his godlike powers to try to bring these creatures to life.


    The power of Origin lies in its ability to bring forth all things, even the spark of life itself. Rico has devoted himself to understanding the intricacies of the human form, delving into theories of evolution and immersing himself in the knowledge of the subject. He is confident in his ability to harness the power of Origin to create humanoids, yet the task is not without its challenges. For though Origin may be able to create mountains and rivers with ease, the creation of life is a task that requires not only knowledge, but also perseverance in the face of failure. For as the Stoics remind us, "It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that things are difficult."


    Rico began to ponder the meaning of creation and existence. He realized that the act of creating something is not just about bringing it into existence, but also about giving it purpose and meaning. He understood that the true beauty of creation is not in the creation itself, but in the journey of the created.


    As he looked on, the sentient creature he had brought to life lay dying before him. He came to understand that his purpose as a creator was not just to bring forth new forms, but to give birth to something that would in turn give birth to its own creations. He realized that the creation of sentient life was not just a physical undertaking, but a profound philosophical one. The act of imbuing beings with thought and feeling compelled him to question his own understanding of the world and existence, and confront the weighty responsibility that came with it. Despite the sorrow and grief he felt, he stood stoically, accepting the harsh truths he had learned as part of the process of creation.


    As Rico trudged through the ruins of his failed experiments, he came to realize that true creation is not about exerting control, but rather about embracing collaboration and co-creation. His journey in constructing his own world was not just about constructing physical structures and landscapes, but also delving into the depths of his own understanding of existence, ultimately finding solace in the very act of creation, even amidst the hardships and struggles.

 Chapter 16 Sentient Life (2)

    With a frenzied, ambitious fervor, Rico embarked on a grand experiment to craft a new form of humanity in the mysterious realm of Gaia. His vision was of a superior race, one that would tower above all others in terms of strength, intelligence, and capability. But for now, he began with a modest goal of creating 100 individuals, half male and half female, who bore a striking resemblance to the races of the Western world.


    But these were no mere carbon copies of Earth''s homo sapiens. For Rico had imbued them with a unique and striking characteristic that set them apart from all others - their eyes, deep pools of black, that seemed to gleam with an unearthly intelligence and otherworldly wisdom. And as he gazed upon them in all their splendor, Rico knew that his creations were just the beginning of something truly extraordinary.


    He pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion as he delved into the complex and challenging task of alchemically crafting the human form. Using his extensive knowledge of the intricacies of the human body, he meticulously pieced together the various functions and organs. But even with his vast understanding, there were still gaps to fill, missing elements that would bring his creations to true life.


    With a heavy heart, Rico turned to the powerful and unpredictable force of Origin to supplement and reinforce his creations. It was a draining and perilous process, one that required immense concentration and a steady hand. Every moment was filled with a sense of impending failure, as the roaring energy of Origin threatened to consume his creations and himself. But Rico pushed on, driven by a relentless desire to bring life into existence, no matter the cost.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    As he toiled away, Rico couldn''t shake the fear that he would fail to create truly sentient beings. The constant weight of disappointment and despair hung heavily on him as he poured all of his energy and focus into his creations.


    He had the urge to give up countless times, the doubt creeping into his mind that all his efforts would be for naught. But he persevered, driven by a stubborn determination to see his creations come to life, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him.


    With each passing day, the sense of hopelessness grew stronger, as Rico watched his creations remain unresponsive and lifeless. He was plagued by self-doubt and the fear that he would never achieve his goal, that all his hard work would be for nothing. But even as he felt himself slipping further into despair, he pushed on, clinging to the faint hope that one day, his creations would finally come to life.


    As he looked upon the first human he had brought to life, Rico felt a profound sense of love and responsibility. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long journey, one that would be filled with challenges and setbacks.


    But he also knew that it was worth it, for the sake of these precious lives that he had created.


    With a sense of stoicism, Rico began the next phase of his work, knowing that it would be hard and draining, but also knowing that it was necessary. He would nurture, guide, and teach these humans, helping them to grow and thrive in the world he had created for them.


    He would be their father, their protector, and their god. And in that moment, Rico felt a sense of fulfillment and joy that he had never known before.


    But as he looked upon the innocent, fragile beings he had brought into existence, Rico felt a newfound sense of responsibility and humility. He knew that his power came with great responsibility, and he vowed to use it wisely and protect his creations at all costs. He spent countless hours studying and observing them, marveling at the complexities and beauty of the life forms he had brought into being.

 Chapter 17 Sentient Life (3)

    Under Rico''s watch, these new humans all landed on the grassland. They soon awoke to a vast and unfamiliar world, expressing confusion and uncertainty.


    But their confusion was short-lived as Rico descended upon them, radiating an aura of glory and power. Clad in a shining white robe with golden trim, his black hair flowed like a river of ink and his skin was as pale as the snow on the mountain tops.


    He looked upon his children with a gaze of benevolent wisdom, and for one week, he showed them the ways of the land, teaching them which fruits to pick, which animals to hunt, and which plants to avoid.


    He showed them how to make fire, how to build shelter, and how to protect themselves from the dangers of the wild. And with a final glance, he disappeared into the horizon, leaving them to thrive in the world he had created for them. But his legacy lived on, as the people of Gaia would forever remember the glorious Rico, the creator and protector of humanity.


    As the decades passed, the people of Gaia remembered their creator fondly. Rico, a being of radiant who was said to be surrounded by a misty light.


    They wondered where he had gone, and why he had left them.


    An old man sat beneath a tree, his late years upon him. Wearing little more than a leather waistband, he was entranced by the aroma of a fruit that had fallen from the branches above. The fruit was shaped like a star, and as he picked it up, he couldn''t help but think of Rico.


    Rico had created the first human beings in the Gaia world with great care and consideration. He had chosen a place with abundant fruit resources, so that his creations would never have to suffer from hunger.


    He had also made sure that there were no dangerous carnivores, so that they could live in peace and safety for centuries to come. Rico''s foresight had been extensive, and his creations flourished in the land he had chosen for them.


    As the first settlers took root in the fertile plains, they thrived on the bountiful resources provided by the land.


    From a small group of just a hundred individuals, they quickly began to multiply. Over the centuries, their numbers swelled to thousands, then tens of thousands, as they spread across the central plain.


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    Time seemed to fly by, with a week of earth time passing like the blink of an eye. Generations came and went, each leaving behind their own unique contributions to the burgeoning civilization.


    As the millennia passed, the people of the plain grew more prosperous and advanced, their population reaching ever-greater heights. Though they could not have known it at the time, it would take more than a dozen generations, almost a thousand years, for their civilization to reach its peak. And yet, even as they prospered, they never forgot their humble origins, and the creator who had given them life.


    Practice and research have shown that when the availability of food is abundant, the rate of human reproduction is remarkably fast. Rico''s concerns regarding the potential for genetic diseases from inbreeding among a small population were unfounded.


    It is believed that this is due to the perfection of their human form, which was created from the Origin, a source of genetic superiority that surpasses that of Earth''s human. The exact reason for this is not entirely understood.


    Despite this, Rico chooses not to delve too deeply into the matter at present, instead focusing on the known facts. As long as the human civilization in Gaia continues to flourish, Rico is content. Over time, the population growth has led to the development of a sophisticated and advanced civilization.


    In a brief period, these primitive humans, known as Sons of Gaia, devised shelters constructed from branches and fashioned rudimentary garments and cave paintings using plant fibers as brushes and animal hides as material. As their numbers swelled and communication barriers emerged, these early humans developed their own unique dialects over time.


    As they continued to thrive, these ancient humans began to develop more advanced tools and techniques for hunting and gathering food.


    Rico found great amusement in the notion that these humans, began to venerate various deities. Such a practice was not uncommon among primitive societies, as they often sought to appease and propitiate various mysterious forces that they could not comprehend, such as the elements, natural phenomena and the cycle of birth and death.


    But in the world of Gaia, these humans worshiped a singular, divine being, often depicted as a powerful and handsome figure with a chiseled countenance. It was said that by offering sacrifices and performing rituals in his honor, they believed that they could gain favor and blessings from this powerful god, and Rico couldn''t help but chuckle at the irony of these early humans trying to understand the complexities of the world through the lens of religion, and he as their God.


    However, as the population grew to reach one hundred thousand and another five hundred years passed, Rico was taken aback by a disturbing development.


    These primitive humans, driven by a desperate need to secure sustenance, began to divide into separate factions and engage in fierce battles against one another. These conflicts were brutal and merciless, with the victors seizing all resources from the defeated, leaving them to either starve to death or becoming food for the conquerors.


    The emergence of cannibalism was particularly distressing for Rico, as it went against the natural order of things and the moral codes of these early humans. It was a gruesome and heartbreaking sight, and Rico couldn''t help but feel a sense of disgust and anger at the senseless violence and suffering that was taking place. He knew that he had to act quickly to put an end to this cycle of violence before it was too late.


    Rico, with the power of a god, could not stand idly by as the human civilization he had nurtured for so long, devolved into such a barbaric and savage state. The thought of his creation, descending into a cycle of senseless violence and cannibalism, filled him with a sense of revulsion and anger. He knew that he had to intervene in their affairs, to steer them back onto the path of enlightenment and progress.


    If he so wishes Rico could have descended upon the human realm, wielding his divine power with a sense of righteous fury. He would have smote the warlords and tyrants who had risen to power through bloodshed and subjugated the weak, and set the world on fire with his rage and his light, but that was not truly him. As a researcher first he would see how this have come to be and find a way to deal with this disaster.

 Chapter 18 What Lies Beyond

    A week prior to his experiment of creating sentient life, Rico had decided to go on a journey. Beyond his universe and towards the Chaos. And so with his divine might covering his every fiber, Rico felt invincible. After one day there was nothing but darkness, only his own thought.


    But as Rico ventured deeper into the abyss, the darkness became more suffocating and then monsters, creature made of Chaos, more terrifying the further he went. He could feel their eyes upon him, watching his every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.


    The space beneath him seemed to shift and twist, as if it were alive and trying to swallow him whole. Rico could see twisted, grotesque creatures lurking in the shadows, their eyes glowing with malice and hunger.


    So he fought with all his might, unleashing devastating blasts of energy and wielding powerful weapons forged from the very essence, Origin. But for every monster he defeated, ten more appeared in its place.


    The monsters were relentless, and Rico could feel his mental strength waning. He knew that he had to find a way to escape this horde of monster. And so he disappeared from spaced and appeared hundred of miles aways. His journey continue on his 2nd day.


    As he stumbled through the darkness, he caught a glimpse of a faint light in the distance. But It was just his mind playing tricks on him.


    Rico''s mind was full of the visions of the monsters and the creature of Chaos, he knew that he can''t just leave this place behind without searching for more answer to its existence. He knew he had to come back to the abyss and conquer it one day, and refine all this sweet Chaos.


    And for that, he knew that the only way to do that was to create an army of his own, an army of sentient beings that he could control, that he could use to conquer the abyss and the monsters that lurked within it.


    As Rico journeyed deeper into the Chaos, he saw things that no mortal should ever have to witness. The darkness was all-consuming, and it seemed as though there was no end to it.


    He saw twisted, grotesque creatures lurking in the shadows. Their tentacles reached out to grab him, and their screams echoed in his mind. Rico fought them off, using his godly powers to unleash devastating blasts of energy that could break mountains and burn worlds.


    On the 3rd day through the darkness, he heard strange whispers and voices calling out to him. They whispered of secrets and forbidden knowledge, tempting him to stay and explore deeper into the abyss. But Rico knew that he couldn''t give in to their seductive promises, and not trust them and so he blasted those creature to their death.


    Uncovering more and more secrets about the Chaos and the monsters that lurked within it. He discovered ancient texts and forbidden knowledge, some dating back to the dawn of time. These texts spoke of ancient civilizations that had been consumed by the Chaos, and of powerful beings that had once ruled over the abyss.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    He also heard the screams of other creatures, sentient being that were once like him, who ventured into the abyss and were consumed by it. Rico knew that he had to be careful, he couldn''t let the abyss consume him too.


    The journey into the chaos was terrifying and exhausting, Rico was pushed to his mental limits and beyond. But his thirst for knowledge kept him going. And it was now the fourth day in this hell hole.


    And Rico ventured deeper into the abyss, he came across a creature unlike any he had ever seen before. It was massive, so large that it could swallow the sun whole. Its body was made of writhing tentacles and its eyes seemed to look into Rico''s very soul.


    Rico knew that this creature was no ordinary monster, it was a god-like being, a ruler of the chaos. He could feel its immense power and knew that he would have to be careful if he wanted to defeat it.


    The creature let out a deafening roar as it lunged towards Rico. Rico fought back with all his might, unleashing endless attacks, but the creature seemed to shrug them off as if they were nothing.


    The fight was intense and brutal, Rico was pushed back hard but his godly power was still strong. Rico was getting tired of this battle, the only reason this giant slime was still alive was because Rico was busy studying it.


    In a moment of distraction, Rico accidentally unleashed a massive blast of energy. The creature let out a deafening scream as it was consumed by the blast, and Rico knew that he had won.


    But as the creature''s body disappeared into the abyss, Rico knew that he had not truly defeated it. The creature was a being of the chaos, and it would always be a part of the abyss. And Rico knew that he would have to be careful, because it would always be waiting for him to return, well next time he would just need to turn it into his reserve of Origin.


    Despite the victory, he felt a weight on his shoulder, he needed a hot shower but his thrill for knowledge kept him going.


    Rico ventured deeper into the abyss once again, also known as Chaos, he saw a wide range of terrifying and grotesque creatures. Some had tentacles and multiple glaring eyes, others had multiple heads and mouths filled with razor-sharp teeth. Some creatures were made of writhing shadows, others were made of a thick, inky blackness.


    He also encountered twisted landscapes, twisted and corrupted versions of what he knew as reality. The space around him was constantly shifting, twisting, and turning. The world was dark and stormy, with lightning bolts that struck without warning.


    He also encountered ancient ruins, structures and structures that are not of this world, made of materials that Rico had never seen before, but they where ruin by the Chaos and left with not much value. Some were covered in dark, eldritch monster, while others were adorned with grotesque statues of monsters, which Rico took with him.


    All of these things combined to create an atmosphere of overwhelming dread and unease, making Rico''s journey through the abyss a terrifying and unforgettable experience. But worthwhile. And so with a flick of his finger Rico appeared back into the Fog Realm also known as the core of his universe.


    Thinking about the creature he had encountered and all of that was just a glimpse of the true power and horrors that lay within the chaos. He knew that he needed to continue his research in order to truly understand the abyss and the beings that reside within it.

 Chapter 19 Boys Night Out

    After a grueling week of trauma and pushing himself to the limit, Rico decided it was time to let loose and add a little "spirits" to his life. So, he called up his old pal John and the two set off to a swanky club just a stone''s throw from Rico''s luxurious villa.


    Rico''s recent muscle-building endeavors thanks to the Cradle energy and his new personal playground called Mt.Conquest had left his wardrobe feeling a bit snug, so he decided to show off his newly chiseled physique by donning a skin-tight ensemble that left little to the imagination. As he and John made their way through the crowd, heads turned and eyes couldn''t help but wander to Rico''s impressive physique.


    Once they reached the VIP section, the duo settled in and cracked open a couple of cold beers. They let loose and laughed, reminiscing about old times, and the good life was flowing like the beer in their glasses. But, as fate would have it, their peaceful evening was interrupted by a bit of trouble.


    As they were enjoying their beers, a group of rowdy party-goers stumbled into their VIP area, causing a commotion. Rico and John exchanged a knowing glance, both ready for a little bit of fun. Rico, with a sly smile, challenged the group to a round of beer pong.


    The group eagerly accepted the challenge, not realizing they were about to be pong-slapped by the dynamic duo. Rico and John dominated the game, sinking cup after cup with precision and style. The group was left in awe of their skills, and the club''s staff even came over to watch the spectacle.


    Rico and John, now the life of the party, took their victory lap, high-fiving and fist-bumping everyone they saw. The night was young, and they were ready to keep the party going. They ordered a round of shots, toasting to a night of good friends, good beer, and good times.


    Rico and John, feeling the effects of the alcohol, decided that the party was far from over. They stumbled out of the club, arm in arm, and hit the streets in search of their next adventure.


    As they walked, they stumbled upon a group of rowdy revelers, who were causing a ruckus in the street. Rico, always up for a bit of fun, engaged in some friendly banter with the group. But things quickly escalated, and before they knew it, a full-blown brawl had erupted.


    John tried to intervene, but it was too late, punches were flying, and bottles were shattering.


    Rico, however, was not intimidated by the group of attackers. With his newly acquired super strength, he easily took out the attackers with just one shot each. The group was left in awe, as they had never seen anything like it before.


    John, who had been watching in amazement, couldn''t believe his eyes. He had known Rico for years, but had never seen him in such a powerful form. He couldn''t help but let out a whistle of admiration as Rico effortlessly took down the attackers.


    The group, now subdued, quickly retreated, leaving Rico and John standing victorious in the middle of the street. Rico, with a smirk on his face, turned to John and said, "Looks like I''ve been working out."


    The two friends laughed and high-fived, feeling invincible as they walked away from the scene, ready for whatever the night had in store for them next.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    It''s not just about the party, it''s about showing off your strength and that''s what Rico did, making sure he and his friend were safe, and leaving the attackers in awe.


    As Rico and John continued on their wild night out, they decided to hit up another club. They walked in, feeling on top of the world after their victorious battle on the street.


    John, feeling confident and ready to party, immediately set his sights on a group of ladies sitting at the bar. He walked up to them and tried to strike up a conversation, but to his dismay, he was met with a chorus of rejections.


    Rico, who had been watching from a distance, couldn''t help but burst out laughing at his friend''s misfortune. John, embarrassed, walked back to Rico with his tail between his legs. Rico, still chuckling, patted him on the back and said, "Don''t worry buddy, at least you still got your muscles!"


    John, trying to save some face, said, "Yeah, but I guess my charm muscle needs a little more work."


    After their failed attempt at meeting ladies at the club, Rico and John decided to grab a bite to eat at a nearby diner. As they sat down to enjoy their late-night meal, John couldn''t help but vent about his recent string of dating mishaps.


    Rico listened patiently as John recounted tales of rejection and heartbreak, offering words of encouragement and a sympathetic ear.


    John went on and on about how he couldn''t seem to catch a break in the dating world, and Rico could see that his friend was genuinely upset. He decided to give him some advice, "John, you''re a great guy, but sometimes things just don''t work out. You can''t force someone to like you. Just be yourself and the right person will come along"


    John, feeling a bit better after the talk, decided to change the subject, "So Rico, you seem to be doing great in the dating world, what''s your secret?"


    Rico smiled and replied, "Well, I just focus on being the best version of myself, and the rest falls into place."


    Rico who was a self-proclaimed expert in the philosophy of Stoicism. One this wonderful night, he decided to impart his wisdom to old John, who had been feeling down about his love life.


    Rico began to give a long and elaborate speech about the duality of women and how they can be both a source of pleasure and pain. But unfortunately, Johnny had had a bit too much to drink and was having a hard time following along.


    As Rico went on and on, John¡¯s eyes began to glaze over, and he could barely keep them open. Finally, Rico finished his speech, and Johnny let out a loud, "What the hell are you talking about, man? I think I need another drink."


    Rico laughed and shook his head, "Never mind, old bloke. You''ll understand when you''re sober. Let''s call it a night, shall we?"


    And with that, the two friends headed home, with Johnny still completely clueless about the deep insights Rico had just shared with him.


    As Rico laid on his bed, trying to fall asleep, he couldn''t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He kept hearing strange noises coming from the darkness, and he couldn''t shake the feeling that something was lurking in the shadows.


    He tried to tell himself that it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, but the feeling only grew stronger. He could hear the sound of someone or something breathing heavily, as if it was just inches away from him.


    Rico''s heart began to race as he realized that he wasn''t alone in the room. He tried to reach for the lamp on his nightstand, but his hand was shaking so badly that he couldn''t even find the switch.


    Suddenly, the room was bathed in an eerie, green light, and Rico saw the ghostly figure of a woman standing at the foot of his bed. She had long, tangled hair and a face twisted in a grotesque mask of rage.


    Rico let out a blood-curdling scream as the ghost lunged towards him, reaching out with ghostly hands. He could feel the chill of her touch as she grabbed him by the throat, and he knew that he was done for.


    He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he realized this was the end. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. But nothing happened. He opened his eyes again, the room was dark and the ghost was gone. Rico was alone again. He couldn''t stop trembling, his heart was still pounding like crazy. He knew he would not be able to sleep again this night.


    ¡°Good stuff¡± Rico thought of the alcohol he had drank. What Rico didn¡¯t know was that the Abyss had left it¡¯s trace on him.

 Chapter 20 The Dark Ages

    The Gaia World is a land of mystery and wonder, where only one continent exists, the Gaia Continent. The landscape of this vast land is marked by a central highland region, surrounded by low-lying areas on both sides. Despite its natural beauty, Gaia is still in a primitive state of society, with all of its inhabitants concentrated in the central regions of the continent.


    One of the most exceptional places in the Gaia world is the Eden Plain, a land of extraordinary splendor and wonder. It is a place of unspoiled beauty, lush forests, and bountiful resources that have captivated the hearts and minds of the people for centuries. The Eden Plain is often compared to the fairylands of fantasy and lore, a place where magic and wonder seem to pervade every aspect of life.


    The land of the Eden Plain is rich in resources, and the forest resources here are particularly abundant. The forest here is home to an extraordinary variety of fruit trees, unlike any found on earth. These fruit-bearing trees produce an abundance of fruit all year round, and the yield is high enough that the people do not need to work and nurture the fields. Instead, they only need to reach out and pluck the ripe fruit from the trees to sustain themselves.


    But the Gaia World is not without its dangers. The people of the Eden Plain must remain ever vigilant, for there are beast that threaten the balance of the land, and monsters lurking in the shadows. Despite these challenges, the people of Gaia continue to thrive, living in harmony with nature, and cherishing the beauty and wonder of the land they call home.


    But as the population of humanity continued to grow, the abundance of fruit on the Eden Plain was no longer enough to sustain them all. The once bountiful land could no longer provide for the ever-increasing number of mouths to feed. As a result, the population growth came to a halt, and a new reality emerged.


    The competition for food became fierce and brutal, as human beings split up into dozens of groups, both large and small, fighting against each other endlessly. In this brutal struggle for survival, the weak and less fortunate were ruthlessly eradicated, as only the strong and powerful could hope to secure enough food to pass on their genes.


    The once peaceful and idyllic land of the Eden Plain was now a battleground, where the strong preyed upon the weak, and the desperate fought for scraps of food. The once lush forests were decimated, as the people stripped them of every last fruit-bearing tree in their quest for sustenance.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    The strong formed powerful tribes, using their strength and intelligence to conquer and enslave the weaker tribes. The weak and desperate were forced to serve the strong, forced to work the land and gather food for their masters.


    And so, the land of the Eden Plain became a place of violence and brutality, where only the strong could hope to survive. The once-beautiful land was now a place of struggle and hardship, where the weak were consigned to a life of servitude and misery. The idyllic land of the Eden Plain had become a brutal and unforgiving place, where only the strongest could hope to survive.


    At this moment, in the outer reaches of the Eden Plain, a gruesome assault is unfolding. A group of humans, dressed in crude animal leather kilts and some donning simple leaf outfits, are engaged in a brutal fight. But it is not so much a fight as it is a one-sided slaughter.


    More than one hundred and fifty strong men are butchering fifty to sixty weak women and infants. All the men and boys were killed during the initial defense of their homes, leaving only the women and children to be mercilessly slaughtered.


    Humans in this world have developed over the course of thousands of years, and the division of labor has begun to be divided. Men are responsible for hunting and wars, while women are responsible for gathering fruit and making tools. But now, their prey is not just animals and plants, but their own kind. Manhunting has become a common practice in this brutal and unforgiving land.


    The screams of the dying echo through the once-peaceful forest, as the strong take whatever they want from the weak. The smell of blood and death fills the air, and the ground is littered with the corpses of the fallen.


    The air is thick with the stench of blood and death as the warriors of one tribe march through the land, their weapons stained with the blood of their enemies. The screams of the dying echo through the fields, as mothers cling desperately to their children, trying to shield them from the brutal onslaught.


    The warriors, dressed in rough animal hides and wielding crude weapons, show no mercy as they hack and slash their way through the defenseless villagers. They are not fighting for honor or glory, but for survival. For them, this is not a war, but a hunt, and the weak are nothing more than prey to be slaughtered.


    As the village burns, the warriors move on, leaving behind nothing but death and destruction. For those who escaped, there is only the grim reality of their own mortality. They know that their fate is sealed, that they will soon join the countless others who have fallen before them.


    For in this world, only the strong survive. And the weak are nothing but the food of the strong. The cycle of war and death continues, as the tribes of the Gaia continent fight for survival in a land where resources are scarce and life is cheap. The world is ruled by fear, violence and death. Welcome to the dark ages of the Gaia World.

 Chapter 21 Bloodbath

    Rico was filled with rage and disgust as he surveyed the state of the world around him. The poverty, the suffering, the injustice, it all made his stomach turn. But in the midst of his anger, he knew that there had to be a reason for all of this. He couldn''t just blindly lash out without understanding the root cause of this sickening system of living.


    So Rico set out to learn more, to dig deeper and discover the truth behind this catastrophe. He knew that it wouldn''t be easy, but he was determined to uncover the facts and see the world for what it truly was.


    As Rico delved deeper into his research, he began to see things from a different perspective. He realized that this system of living, as terrible as it was, was simply an alternative path for evolution. The human race, the inhabitants of Gaia, were doing what they had to do to survive. They knew no better way.


    Rico understood that there was no right or wrong in the world, as these concepts were created by man. The human race was simply trying to evolve and survive in the best way they knew how. And while Rico still felt a deep sense of disgust and anger towards the system, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of empathy towards his fellow humans.


    This realization made Rico''s anger towards the system dissipate and made him more compassionate and empathetic to the people living under it. He understood the root of the problem and realized that the only way to make a change is by helping the people understand this as well and work towards a better future, together.


    When a food crisis occurs, it is common for larger tribes to launch attacks on smaller, weaker neighboring tribes as a means of obtaining resources. This phenomenon, known as "resource competition," has been observed in many cultures throughout history.


    From a scientific perspective, this behavior can be explained by evolutionary biology. In times of scarcity, individuals and groups that are able to secure resources for survival are more likely to reproduce and pass on their genes. As a result, those with aggressive and competitive behavior have a greater chance of survival, leading to the evolution of these traits.


    In the specific case of the population on the Eden Plain, this pattern of resource competition has led to a stabilization of population growth over the past hundred years. As larger tribes have successfully taken resources from smaller tribes, there has been a balance in the number of individuals within the population.


    However, It''s important to note that this is just one aspect of the population dynamics of the Eden Plain and other factors such as disease, natural disasters, and migration could also play a role in population stabilization. Additionally, this aggressive behavior towards other tribes could also have negative consequences such as loss of human life, social instability and cultural loss.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    "Kill them all," the large, vicious-looking man sneered as he surveyed the terrified faces of the small tribe''s people. "This piece of forest belongs to us now, and I want every last bit of it. Remember, boys, clean slashes. We can''t waste any meat."


    He licked his lips hungrily as he looked at the little boys, tightly bound and trembling in fear. "Don''t let any livestock get away," he bellowed to his men.


    And with that, the barbarous warriors of the larger tribe launched into a brutal and senseless massacre of the small tribe. Old folk, children, women, no one was spared. The screams of the dying echoed through the forest as they were hacked and slashed to death.


    The man watched with a twisted sense of pleasure as the blood flowed freely. He laughed as he watched the warriors of his tribe raise their weapons and cheer in unison. This was the thrill of victory, the taste of power.


    As the massacre came to an end and the last of the small tribe lay dying, the man turned to his men. "Good work, boys," he said with a smile. "Now let''s start cleaning up this mess and get some fresh meat. We''ve earned it."


    The warriors of this barbaric tribe cheered once again as they set to work looting the bodies, cutting off pieces of flesh and loading them onto the carts, showing no remorse or empathy for the innocent lives they have taken. They were only thinking of their own survival and pleasure.


    This scene of brutality and sadistic behavior is a true reflection of how far the human race can fall when pushed to the brink of survival. The inhumanity and lack of empathy for fellow human beings is truly revolting and a reminder of the darkest aspects of human nature.


    The weapons of the ancient tribe were a varied assortment of sharp stone tools, chipped and honed to a deadly edge through hours of laborious work. A few among them were crude, bulky iron tools, fashioned from the rare ores that could be found in the surrounding mountains. Though the tribe had yet to develop the technology of smelting, they knew that these ores held the key to creating tools of unparalleled quality and strength.


    With their enemies defeated, the victorious tribe proudly dragged the corpses back to their own tribal warehouses. They plundered the defeated tribe''s resources, taking everything of value - fruits, tools, clothing, and anything else that could be of use.


    But their work was not yet done. In order to ensure that the survivors of the defeated tribe could not use this camp as a hiding place, they set about destroying all the structures, using whatever tools and weapons they had at their disposal. They tore down the shelters, shattered the cooking pots, and broke the looms.


    These were not acts of simple looting and pillaging, but calculated measures taken to impede the defeated tribe''s ability to recover and potentially cause trouble in the future. The victors showed no mercy, no remorse, and no empathy for their defeated enemies. They were simply doing what was necessary to ensure their own survival and dominance.


    This scene of ruthless violence, accompanied by the use of ancient technology and inventions, paints a gruesome picture of the brutal reality of tribal warfare in ancient times. The human capacity for violence and destruction knows no bounds, even in the absence of advanced technology.

 Chapter 22 Rise of the Hero King

    Rico gazed upon the scene of destruction before him, the bodies strewn about the battlefield, the blood and debris littering the ground. He felt a sense of contempt and disgust at the senseless violence that had occurred. But as he surveyed the scene, he couldn''t help but think that these people, these warriors who had fought and died, were not innocent. They had chosen to go to war, to fight and kill for their tribe.


    Everywhere he looked, he saw evidence of the brutal wars that plagued the land. The ground was littered with the bones of the fallen, a grim reminder of the endless cycle of violence that consumed the tribes of the plain. The wars between tribes were brutal and relentless, with no mercy shown to the defeated. Even individual fights to the death were commonplace, as the strong preyed on the weak in a never-ending struggle for survival.


    Rico was an observer, and observer with a deep sense of empathy, he felt the pain and suffering of the people affected by the wars. He knew that this kind of hunt couldn''t continue forever. The plain was a desolate wasteland, with nothing but death and destruction in every corner. He couldn''t stop the violence by joining it, He needed a different approach, He would have to rely on his own wisdom to find a solution and to carve out a new path for the future of the Humans of Gaia. He envisioned a future where the tribes of the plain could live in peace, where the cycle of violence could be broken and a new civilization could be built.


    The thought of sparking the flame of civilization was daunting to Rico. He knew it would be a difficult path, but he was determined to find a way.


    When Rico first learned that the people on the Eden Plain were slaughtering their own kind for food, he felt a deep sense of revulsion and disgust. He couldn''t understand how anyone could resort to such a barbaric act, and he was determined to put an end to it.


    But as he spent more time on the plain, he began to understand the reasoning behind the practice. He realized that the people of the plain were not to blame for their actions, they were simply trying to survive in a harsh and unforgiving environment. The plain was a desolate wasteland, with limited resources and no way to escape. There was only so much food to go around, and the people had no choice but to turn to one another for sustenance.


    The west of the plain was an endless mountain range, and the east was overrun by dangerous animal groups. The people were blocked in, unable to defeat the herd or move over the mountain. They were trapped on the plain, with no way to escape or go to the outside world.


    As Rico looked at the situation logically, he realized that the people of the plain were trapped in a cycle of violence and desperation. They had no other choice but to resort to cannibalism in order to survive. He understood that it was a tragic and unfortunate situation, but he also recognized that it was not the fault of the people themselves. They were simply trying to make the best of a bad situation.


    With this understanding, Rico set out to find a solution that would break the cycle of violence and desperation on the plain.


    When Rico first placed the people on the Eden Plain, it was with the intention of providing them with access to rich resources that would help them thrive and flourish. He envisioned a utopia where the people could build a great civilization.


    However, as he continue his research, Rico began to realize that the terrain of the plain was not as hospitable as he had hoped. The surrounding mountains and the dangerous animal groups in the east made it nearly impossible for the people to leave the plain and expand. This left them isolated and trapped, with no way to access the resources they needed to survive.


    Rico soon realized that the very resources that he had intended to be a blessing, had in fact become a curse. The isolation of the plain had hindered humanity''s future and the people were left to struggle and fight for survival in a brutal and unforgiving environment.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    As he looked back at all that had occurred, Rico couldn''t help but feel a sense of guilt and responsibility for the state of the plain. He knew that his actions had led to this tragic situation, and he couldn''t help but wonder if things could have been different. But now, it was too late. The people were trapped on the plain, and Rico could only watch as they struggled to survive.


    He knew that he could never fully atone for the consequences of his actions. The Eden Plain had become a place of death and destruction, and Rico was left to bear the weight of his guilt for the rest of his days.


    "What are you?"


    A human voice suddenly came from nearby, spoken in an ancient tongue. He turned to see a young tribal human, standing before him with fear in his eyes. The boy was covered in blood and dirt, a survivor of the brutal battle that had just taken place.


    Rico''s heart ached as he looked upon the boy, surrounded by the remnants of the massacre. Blood was everywhere, staining the ground and the air was thick with the stench of death. Rico was afraid of staining his clothes, so he hovered above the ground, observing the scene with a heavy heart.


    The boy looked upon Rico with confusion and fear, unable to understand his strange clothes and his ability to hover. He must have been thinking that Rico was a monster.


    Rico wanted to reach out to the boy, to offer him comfort and help in some way, but he knew that his presence was only adding to the boy''s confusion and fear. Using his power Rico could see the name and a brief history of the young human called Auther.


    Rico stood tall and powerful, the dark clouds swirling around him as lightning crackled in the sky. His voice boomed like thunder as he spoke. "I am God. I am not here to save your tribe, but to guide you on your path."


    Auther''s eyes widened with rage, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. "Why did you let them die then? Why did you stand idly by while my family was slaughtered and my tribe was decimated?"


    Rico''s face was stoic, his voice steady and firm. "I am not here to save you from the consequences of your actions, but to teach you to become stronger and rise above them. I cannot intervene in the natural order of things, for to do so would disrupt the balance of the universe."


    Auther''s fists clenched tightly, his voice trembling with emotion. "How can you call that balance when innocent lives are taken? How can you stand there and say that you are God when you do nothing to help us?"


    Rico''s gaze was steady, his voice filled with wisdom. "I am not here to help you, but to guide you. To teach you to help yourself. You must learn to rise above the suffering and find your own strength. Only then will you truly understand the meaning of being a God."


    Auther''s eyes widened, his heart racing as he realized the truth in Rico''s words. He slowly stood to his feet, his voice filled with determination. "I will learn. I will rise above this suffering and become stronger. I will find my own strength and make a difference in this world."


    Rico nodded, a small smile on his lips.


    "Auther, as a being created by my hand, you possess within you the same power that I possess. The power to shape your own destiny and the destiny of those around you. I believed that we are not in control of what happens to us, but we are in control of how we respond to it. And so, it is not for me to intervene and seek revenge on the Alan tribe for their actions. It is for you, as a thinking and capable being, to take control of your own fate and find a way to bring peace to your people.


    "But do not be mistaken, Auther, food is not scarce. It is all around us, in the earth and in the sky. It is a matter of perspective and understanding. ''It''s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.'' It is the same with food. It is not a question of whether it is available, but whether you are able to see it and take it for yourself.


    "And so, I invite you to follow me and let me show you the world from a different perspective. With my guidance, and the power within yourself, you will be able to solve the problems that plague your people, not just the problem of war, but also the problem of food scarcity."


    As Rico spoke, he reached out his hand and grabbed Auther, lifting him into the sky with his energy. Auther felt a sense of weightlessness as he soared above the earth, watching the things on the ground shrink into insignificance. He felt amazement and fear at the same time. Can a man truly fly?


    "Do not be afraid, Auther," Rico reassured him. "With me by your side, falling is the least of your worries. Trust in yourself, and in the power within you. Together, we will discover the answers you seek."


    As Rico spoke, Auther looked down curiously, taking in the vast expanse of the world below and contemplating the wisdom Rico had imparted to him. He knew that the path ahead would be difficult, but with Rico¡¯s guidance and the power within himself, he felt a newfound determination to bring peace and prosperity to this world.

 Chapter 23 Rise of the Hero King 2

    As Rico and Auther flew above the Eden plain, Rico began to point out different areas where food could be found. "See that field over there? That''s where you''ll find wheat. And over there, those are apple trees. And look down there, a herd of sheep. Food is everywhere, Auther, you just have to know where to look."


    Auther was amazed at the abundance of food that surrounded him. He had never seen so much in one place before. He couldn''t help but chuckle as Rico showed him different types of food, "Wow, I never knew there were so many types of food. I thought we only had roots and berries."


    As they continued to fly, Rico began to teach Auther about different types of plants and animals, and how to cultivate them for food. Auther was fascinated by the knowledge Rico shared with him and began to ask more and more questions.


    As they flew over different landscapes, Rico also taught Auther about the different climates and how they affected the growth of different plants and animals. Auther was amazed by the vastness and diversity of the world, and he couldn''t help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude towards Rico for showing him all of this.


    As they landed back on the Eden plain, Auther turned to Rico and said, "Thank you for showing me all of this, God. I never knew there was so much to learn and explore in the world."


    Rico smiled and replied, "That''s what I''m here for, Auther. To guide and teach you. And I''m glad you''re enjoying the journey.¡°


    As Auther and Rico walked through the Eden Plain, the lush greenery and vibrant fruits caught their attention. The area was teeming with life and seemed to be a paradise on earth. As they approached the center of the plain, they noticed that the fruits here were even more abundant and the trees taller. They soon came upon a tribe of people, numbering in the thousands.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "You see, this is the most powerful tribe in the Eden Plain," Rico began, "but they have not progressed or developed for hundreds of years. They have been living in the same way for centuries, and they will continue to do so unless something changes."


    Auther looked around, noticing the simple dwellings and primitive tools used by the tribe. He couldn''t help but wonder how they were able to sustain such a large population with such limited resources.


    Rico continued, "This tribe will soon split and become rivals. They will fight over resources and territory, leading to death and destruction. It''s a fate that many tribes before them have suffered."


    Auther was taken aback. He had always thought that his own tribe was invincible, but now he realized that they too could fall victim to the same fate. "If my tribe did not perish, it too would have shared such faith," Auther said, his voice filled with concern.


    Rico nodded, "Exactly. And that is why it is important for your future tribe to find a balance in its growth and development. Not just in terms of food and resources, but also in terms of leadership and decision making. It is not about preventing growth, but about guiding it in a harmonious way.


    Auther was deep in thought as Rico spoke. His father had taught him how to fight, but he had never considered the importance of balance and harmony. He realized that there was much more to leading a tribe than just physical strength and military prowess.


    "Then how could we not split?" Auther asked, unsure of how to proceed.


    "It''s a question of perspective," Rico replied. " The more prohibitions you have, the less virtuous people will be.''


    ¡°Your tribe must find balance in its growth and development, not just in terms of food and resources. It is not about preventing growth, but about guiding it in a harmonious way. Only then can your tribe truly flourish and avoid the pitfalls of division and conflict." Rico paused, looking at the bountiful fruits before them.


    "As it is written in the spiritual world, ''The mind is everything, what you think you become.'' Your tribe''s thoughts and actions must align with the greater good, not just for the present but for future generations as well."


    Auther was struck by the wisdom of Rico words. He realized that leading a tribe was not just about survival, but about creating a society that could thrive and flourish. He knew that he had much to learn and much to do in order to guide his tribe towards a brighter future.

 Chapter 24 Rise of the Hero King 3

    They continue their journey, "What will keep my tribe together?" Auther asked, searching for a solution.


    "That requires order and a strong core," Rico replied, his voice now that of a smiling man, a stark contrast to the dignified god-like tone he had used when they first met. "Order and a core? I''m not sure I understand," Auther said, furrowing his brow in confusion.


    "Order is about having rules, rules that govern the actions of the tribe. Just like the sun rises during the day and sets at night, or the way there are always four seasons in a year. The core is the foundation, the bond that holds the tribe together," Rico explained, but Auther still struggled to grasp the concept.


    But after flying around the Eden Plain for more days, observing the world from a bird''s eye view and seeing endless killing and slaughter among the various tribes, Auther finally began to understand Rico¡¯s words. He realized that in order for his tribe to survive, they needed to establish a strong sense of order and a unifying core to keep them together.


    Rico brought Auther to east of the Eden Plain, as Rico and Auther stood before the herd of beasts, Rico explained the importance of defeating them. "You see, these beasts are an obstacle that prevents humanity from leaving the Eden plain. If humans want to continue to develop and expand, they must defeat them." Auther''s heart raced with fear as he looked upon the formidable creatures with their sharp claws, sharp teeth, and massive bodies. "But how can we hope to defeat them? Even the most powerful warrior would be doomed in a hunt," Auther exclaimed, trembling with terror.


    "Auther, humans are the most powerful creatures I have created," Rico reassured him. "Though they do not have sharp claws, they have quick and nimble hands. Though they do not have huge bodies, they possess extraordinary brains. To defeat the wild beasts, humans must make good use of these strengths. They must learn to create and use tools and, most importantly, learn to control fire." Rico pointed his finger towards Auther, emphasizing the importance of these skills.


    "Tools? Fire?" Auther repeated, a shy smile creeping across his face as he struggled to grasp the concepts. He realized that there was much more to the world than he had ever imagined, and he couldn''t wait to learn more.


    The tribe at the border of the Eden plain had lost the knowledge of how to create fire, which was a commonly used tool throughout the plain for thousands of years. This may have been due to a lack of transmission of the knowledge through generations.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    "Tools are the key to unlocking the potential of human ingenuity and creativity. They can be used to hunt, to farm, to build, and to defend yourself. Flames, on the other hand, are not just a source of warmth and light, they can also be used to cook meat, to start a fire, and to scare away beasts that lurk in the night. Together, tools and flames are the foundation of human civilization and progress." Rico continued to explain to Auther, with a sense of urgency in his voice.


    He had high hopes for this youth, hoping that this child could end the flow of hatred and war in the Eden Plain and create a new order for humanity. He knew that the future of the tribe and the survival of the human race depended on Auther''s understanding and mastery of these essential skills.


    Therefore, Rico explained very carefully and imbued him with a wealth of knowledge about the dark ages. He showed him how to make and use tools, how to start and maintain a fire, and how to use them in hunting and warfare. He also taught him about the dangers of the beasts and how to avoid them, and about the importance of cooperation and teamwork in achieving common goals.


    Auther listened intently, his mind absorbing every word and every lesson. He knew that what he was learning was vital for his tribe''s survival and for the future of humanity. He was determined to master these skills and to use them to lead his tribe to a better future.


    Rico led Auther out of the Eden Plain and into the vast and unexplored world beyond. They traversed enchanted forests filled with majestic animals, scorching deserts where giant lizards roamed, majestic mountains that reached the clouds, and dark swamps teeming with ancient monsters.


    As they journeyed, Rico imparted to Auther the secrets and lore of this untamed land. He taught him the language of the beasts, the hidden paths through the deserts, and the ancient rituals to hunt the beast of the swamps.


    They journeyed to the edge of the world, where the sea met the sky and the waves crashed against towering cliffs. Auther saw whales as big as islands and krakens with tentacles as thick as trees.


    After months of wandering, Rico and Auther returned to the Eden Plain, the birthplace of civilization. But Auther''s eyes were now opened to the beauty and diversity of the world, and he understood that the Plain was just a small part of the grand tapestry of the Gaia continent.


    As Rico led Auther to the Eden Plain, the sky was slowly transitioning from the deep hues of night to the soft pastels of dawn. The moon was a waning crescent on the horizon, the sun was yet to rise, and the world was shrouded in a peaceful silence. All around them, the land slept, undisturbed by the presence of man.


    Rico brought Auther to the banks of a tranquil river. As they stood there, Auther couldn''t shake off the feeling of finality. He knew that his time with Rico, his creator, was coming to an end. Rico seemed to sense this as well, his tone was heavy with reluctance as he spoke. The mood was solemn and contemplative, with a hint of sadness and longing.

 Chapter 25 Rise of the Hero King 4

    "Auther, do you recall when I first explained to you that harnessing fire is the key to civilization?" Rico asked, his voice steady and commanding.


    "Yes, I remember," Auther replied, his throat dry with anticipation.


    "Excellent," Rico nodded, "Now, I will demonstrate to you the true power of fire." As he spoke, Rico¡¯s expression was serious, and his eyes were filled with a hint of sadness, as if he knew that what he was about to show Auther would change his life forever. The mood was somber and reflective, as Auther watches Rico, feeling a sense of awe and respect.


    As soon as Rico spoke, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, illuminating the landscape in an otherworldly glow. The bolt struck the earth, setting ablaze the trees, turning them into pillars of coal in an instant. And with that spark, a raging inferno was born, devouring everything in its path with a hunger that could not be sated.


    The fire spread rapidly, consuming the forest with a ferocity that was both majestic and terrifying. The sleeping trees and animals were jolted awake by the heat and light, and they fled in all directions, seeking refuge from the destruction that was consuming their home. The many beasts of the land, from majestic stags to timid rodents, left their habitats in droves, forming a panicked tide of creatures seeking escape from the burning land. The scene was one of incredible beauty, but also of terrible destruction. The fire was awe-inspiring and mind-blowing, a force of nature that both created and destroyed in the same instant.


    Auther stood in awe as he witnessed the scene before him, the fierce inferno consuming everything in its path. It was the first time he had ever laid eyes on such fire, and he couldn''t help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement.


    "This is the future for humanity, a flame that even the most powerful beasts can only flee from," Auther exclaimed, his eyes bright with reverence and understanding.


    "Yes, this flame is the key to humanity''s path to civilization. Only by mastering fire can we drive away the beasts and conquer hunger," Rico''s voice was calm, yet powerful, as he spoke. His words struck Auther deeply, resonating with a sense of holiness and destiny. The mood was one of awe and reverence, as Auther gazed upon the fire, feeling a sense of connection to something greater than himself.


    Rico raised his hand and muttered a few words. As if in response, the dark sky was suddenly filled with thick, ominous clouds. The rain began to pour down in heavy droplets, dousing the forest fire that he had ignited. The flames were quickly extinguished, and the once-destroyed forest began to reform, as if the rain itself contained the source of life. The sight was majestic and awe-inspiring, as the once-devastated land was reborn in an instant, thanks to Rico¡¯s power. The fire and the rain, both forces of nature, played out in front of Auther, showcasing the balance and the power of nature. The scene was one of great detail and complexity, as the process of destruction and rebirth was happening before Auther''s eyes.


    Auther looked at all this with a mix of envy and admiration. As he spent more time with Rico, he couldn''t help but be drawn to the immense power that Rico wielded, the power of a god. He wanted that power for himself, to be able to make the world bend to his will, just like Gaia. But deep inside Auther knew that it would be a dangerous path. He knew that the power Rico held came with great responsibility and a heavy weight of morality. "I will teach humanity to control the flame and start a new order of things," Auther nodded, trying to keep a straight face and hide his inner turmoil.


    "Very well. I choose you, the new king of humanity. I hope you will not let me down and lead humanity out of the age of ignorance. Instead of the path of carnage." Rico smiled, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he could see through Auther''s thoughts.


    "I shall work hard to live up to your expectations." Auther knelt on the dirt respectfully, trying to show his loyalty and respect.


    "Before we part. I want to give you something." Rico waved his hand gently and took out a long sword and a ball of blue flame, which was on top of a torch-like object. The sword was intricately crafted, with symbols of fire etched on the blade, and the blue flame was mesmerizing, illuminating the darkness. Auther knew that these gifts came with great responsibility and the potential for great destruction. He accepted them with a solemn expression, promising to use them wisely and for the betterment of humanity.


    The blue flame that was on top of the torch-like object was also something Rico created using Origin. It was called the "Flame of Creation," and it had the ability to create any form of flame and control its intensity. It was a powerful tool for harnessing fire, and Rico had chosen Auther to be its keeper.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    The power of "Origin" can be applied to living beings to enhance and strengthen the body. This energy is incredibly powerful and has a wide range of magical effects that are yet to be fully explored and understood by Rico. What is currently known about the use of Origin is just the tip of the iceberg.


    One of the ways in which Origin can be harnessed is through the enhancement of weapons. For example, a long sword strengthened by Origin energy is incredibly sharp and can cut through almost anything. In an age where technology is not yet advanced, such a weapon would be considered indestructible by many.


    Another application of Origin is in the creation of fire. Rico, was able to use Origin to create a flame that never goes out. This is reminiscent of the story of Prometheus in Western mythology, who stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity.


    "This sword and flame are gifts for you, Auther. Use them wisely and lead humanity towards a brighter future." Rico said, his voice filled with solemnity.


    Auther took the sword and flame with shaking hands. He knew that with these gifts, he would have immense power and responsibility. He vowed to use them for the betterment of humanity, and not for his own personal gain.


    Although Rico has taught Auther how to create fire, the true potential of this power extends far beyond just starting a flame. With this kind of fire, it is possible to demonstrate its incredible strength and versatility to others, potentially revolutionizing the way people think about and use fire.


    Auther, being aware of the potential power of these weapons, expressed his excitement and nervousness at the prospect of wielding such a powerful tool. "The armaments of God.", he said, full of anticipation.


    "Not only this," Rico replied with a smile. He then proceeded to unravel the Origin energy that had been surrounding him, shaping it into a ball and incorporating it into Auther''s body. This process had a profound effect on Auther.


    In the world of Eden Plain, the principle of natural selection holds true, where only the strongest survive and are able to claim their place at the top of the hierarchy. However, with the acquisition of this new power, Auther has the potential to transcend the limitations of the natural order and ascend to a level of strength and influence beyond what was previously thought possible. This newfound power brings with it a great responsibility, as the consequences of his actions could have a profound impact on the society and culture of Eden Plain, potentially shaping a new era of progress and development. It is crucial that Auther approaches this power with wisdom, humility, and a sense of purpose, rather than using it for personal gain or to further his own ambition.


    Therefore, Auther''s knowledge and intellect alone are not enough to change the course of civilization. In order to truly have an impact, he must also possess a dominant source of power. This is why Rico had to merge Origin into Auther''s body.


    The power of Origin can enhance Auther''s physical abilities, giving him a physique that is beyond that of ordinary people. With the sword reinforced by the Origin, he would be able to skillfully defeat even large numbers of opponents with ease.


    After the Origin entered Auther''s body, it brought about drastic changes to his physical appearance. His body became robust, with his aura becoming more resilient and confident. He grew to an impressive 210 cm tall, with completely developed and defined muscles. His physical capabilities were enhanced to an inhuman level, allowing him to perform feats that would be impossible for a normal human.


    Auther took the sword and the fire in his hands, feeling the weight and power of the objects. He couldn''t help but marvel at the level of technology and magic that Rico possessed.


    "This sword and fire are truly powerful, but with great power comes great responsibility." Auther said, looking at Rico with a solemn expression. "I will use these gifts to lead humanity to a brighter future, but I will also make sure to use them wisely and for the greater good."


    Rico nodded in approval. "I trust in your abilities, Auther. You have the potential to be a great leader and bring humanity to new heights. Remember, the power of Origin is not just for destruction, but also for creation. Use it to build a better world, not just to conquer."


    Auther nodded, understanding the gravity of Rico''s words. He sheathed the sword and held the fire in his hand, feeling a sense of determination and purpose. He knew that the path ahead would be difficult, but with the power of Origin, he would be able to lead humanity to a new era of prosperity and civilization.


    With the long sword in hand and the torch burning brightly, Auther set out on his journey with a sense of determination and purpose. He knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges, but he was determined to see it through. He could feel the weight of the sword in his hand and the warmth of the flame on his face. It was as if they were guiding him, reminding him of the power that he held and the destiny that lay before him.


    As he traveled through the land, he encountered many tribes who were reluctant to join his cause. But Auther was not easily deterred. He used his knowledge and the power of the flame to defeat their strongest warriors and show them the strength of his own.


    With each victory, Auther''s reputation grew and more and more tribes came to join his Empire. The people were amazed by the power of the flame and began to see Auther as a savior, a leader who would guide them to a brighter future.


    As the Empire grew, Auther''s ambition also grew. He began to envision a world where humanity would be the dominant force, where they would no longer be at the mercy of the beasts and the elements. He would be the one to lead them to this new world, this new order.


    With the power of the flame and the knowledge that Rico had imparted to him, Auther set out to conquer the world and create an Empire that would last for all time.

 Chapter 26 The Mad King

    While Rico was away, Auther did not waste a single moment. He wielded the powerful divine sword gifted to him by Rico and the teachings that came with it. With tireless determination, he rose to the challenge and worked tirelessly to rebuild his tribe into a formidable force.


    His first order of business was to conquer the neighboring tribes and add them to his growing empire. But unlike other conquerors before him, Auther was merciful in his victory. Instead of killing his defeated enemies, he merely reduced them to laborers who served him and his people.


    With each tribe he subdued, Auther''s power and reputation grew. Soon, the entire Eden Plain trembled at the mention of his name. Armed with the might of his divine sword, the knowledge he had acquired, and his mastery of the elemental force of fire, Auther stood undefeated.


    With each victory, Auther''s confidence swelled, and he proclaimed himself as the King chosen by the divine, a ruler destined to lead humanity to greatness. Under his rule, the first city of mankind was established, a beacon of hope and a symbol of rebirth for all the tribes of the land. Auther named it the City of Rebirth, a testament to his unwavering belief in a brighter future for his people.


    Auther''s rule was not just any ordinary reign. He proclaimed himself as the true king, chosen by the great God Gaia, and proclaimed himself as the son of the divine. This claim of divine right only added to his already towering charisma, solidifying his position as the undisputed leader of humanity.


    With his vision and guidance, the first Empire of Mankind was established. This mighty realm combined the diverse languages and writing systems of the different tribes into a unified script, a symbol of their newfound unity.


    But Auther''s greatest gift to humanity was the gift of fire, he taught them of the various minerals such as coals. With this elemental power, humans could cook their food in a fraction of the time, unlocking a new world of culinary possibilities. The warmth of flames could transform what was once inedible into a feast fit for royalty.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    But the true power of fire was seen in the manufacturing of weapons. Iron ore could be smelted and forged into blades of unmatched strength, allowing humanity to defend itself against the most ferocious beasts. With fire, they could even strike fear into the heart of their enemies, blessing their weapons with undying flames, freeing themselves from the shackles of the wild and venturing out into the unknown world.


    Under the fearless leadership of Auther, humans broke through the boundaries established by the beasts and spilled out into the greater world. They marched forth, determined to conquer and claim their rightful place as the masters of the land.


    Auther''s army embarked on a dangerous journey, marching through swarms of monsters, vanquishing beasts that towered above the tallest trees. They fought with valor, their swords glinting in the light of the setting sun, and when they finally returned home, they had triumphed over the most formidable of foes.


    With the land secured, Auther set his sights on shaping the future of his people. He crafted the first written laws of humanity, dividing society into three distinct classes: nobles, commoners, and the unfortunate slaves. And with unwavering conviction, he declared himself the God-chosen king, a ruler above all classes, the undisputed lord of the land.


    As a great monarch, Auther had achieved what no one before him had managed: the unification and merging of mankind. His empire stretched far and wide, and his people flourished under his rule. But at the same time, he was also the most brutal ruler in human history. He massacred civilians and slaves, offering their blood as sacrifices to the heavens, a testament to his brutal reign.


    As humanity continued to prosper and thrive under Auther''s rule, the population swelled to hundreds of thousands in just a matter of years. City-states sprung up across the land, marking the birth of a new age of civilization.


    Auther himself was at the height of his power and glory, wielding the divine sword Excalibur with his superhuman physique. No one dared to challenge him, and his position as the supreme ruler of the empire was unshakable.


    With his power and wealth came a dangerous sense of entitlement, and Auther began to spiral into corruption. He became addicted to the endless stream of wealth, beauty, and luxury that flowed into his grasp. He could have anything he desired, and he soon became ruthless and oppressive in his rule.

 Chapter 27 The Mad King 2

    But even with his divine gifts, the inevitability of death still loomed over Auther. As his life span extended beyond that of mere mortals, the ravages of time still gnawed at him. In his golden years, whispers of darkness would haunt his thoughts, and yet he was the King Chosen by God, how could he cower in the face of death? He convinced himself.


    But as each passing day brought him closer to his final breath, the once mighty ruler became consumed by a fear of the unknown, and his ego was unable to shield him from the inevitable.


    Seeing his once-towering stature diminish, Auther felt the weight of mortality bearing down upon him each passing day. He remembered the days when he was feared and revered, his kingdom sprawling and thriving under his rule.


    The thought of his legacy ending with his death was unbearable. In his desperation, he remembered a figure he encountered in his younger years, a man towering and commanding, who had the power to bend lightning and make the storms kneel at his command.


    The Great God he named Gaia. He was a being of unparalleled might, with a voice that thundered like the storm and eyes that shone like stars. Auther was but a mortal when he first met the Great God, a mere shell of his former self. But when the Great God chose him to be the vessel for his immense power, Auther was transformed.


    Gaia imbued him with knowledge beyond the reach of mere mortals, and bequeathed upon him the infinity fire, a flame that burned with a brilliant light. He was also gifted with the divine sword Excalibur, a weapon that would strike fear into the hearts of all who dared to oppose him. And finally, Gaia granted him the power of the gods, making him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.


    As Auther''s fear of death grew stronger, he became increasingly devoted to the Great God Gaia. He commissioned the construction of magnificent churches in his honor, and the creation of countless statues that depicted his perceived form, remembered from the fleeting glimpse he caught during their journeys.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    To ensure that his devotion was truly remembered, Auther returned to the place where he first met Gaia, and oversaw the construction of a massive statue, towering over the land, depicting the Great God in all his splendor. Beside it, he built a chapel, grand and opulent, filled with intricate details, a testament to the devotion and reverence he held for the deity that had granted him the power of the gods. The chapel was a place of worship, where the people of the kingdom could come to offer their own prayers and tribute to the Great God Gaia, ensuring that his legacy would live on even after his own death.


    As the years passed, Auther grew more and more powerful, but he never forgot his encounter with the Great God. He yearned to see Gaia again, even in death, and he longed to visit the kingdom in the clouds, where the gods reside. He dreamed of becoming an immortal and powerful deity, just like the Great God Gaia who had blessed him with his immense power.


    King Auther, ruler of the Holy Empire, made a bold move in declaring the religion of Gaia as the sole religion of the empire. He named this new faith Giamor, with the deity Gaia serving as the Great God of Creation.


    Auther, a devout believer in Giamor, then relocated the capital to the Holy City of Giamor, where towering status of Gaia is and where he would preside over grand sacrificial ceremonies annually in hopes of pleasing the all-powerful Gaia.


    To further spread the word of Giamor, Auther handpicked a group of individuals he deemed pure in their belief, dubbing them "Saints." These devoted followers flocked to the temple day and night, offering prayers and offerings to Gaia in the pursuit of immortality, a gift they believed the Great God of Creation would bestow upon them.


    Despite all his efforts, King Auther was met with silence from the deity he so fervently worshiped. The lack of response from Gaia caused the king to question the adequacy of his devotion, leading him to fall into a state of depression and cruelty.


    His once clear judgement became clouded by his own emotions and ideas, causing him to lash out and bring about the deaths of countless subjects for even the slightest perceived slight. This cycle of violence and darkness continued until the day before his death, when the weight of his actions finally caught up to him.

 Chapter 28 The Mad King 3

    In the grand palace located in the Holy City, King Auther sat upon his golden throne, adorned in a glittering crown studded with precious gems. His once fiery hair now white with age, his face creased with wrinkles and darkened with age spots. The once-lively eyes now dull and grey, reflecting the weariness of his soul.


    He tenderly caressed the sword given to him by Gaia, his thoughts filled with memories of his past glories. From the destruction of his village to the establishment of his mighty empire, Auther remembered the days when he was invincible.


    But time had taken its toll, leaving him as a mere shadow of his former self. The once-great ruler was now old and frail, like so many mortals before him. And as he approached the end of his life, King Auther gazed into the unknown, pondering what lay beyond the veil of death.


    In a daze, a brilliant figure suddenly materialized in the great hall, slowly advancing towards King Auther. The once-great ruler jolted upright, the grandeur of his years as a warlord momentarily returning to him.


    Despite his advanced age, the bearing of a ruler was still evident on his weathered face. But his might was short-lived, as he recognized the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him, and realized that all of his power and status was derived from this being.


    "Auther, you have done well," Rico spoke in a stern voice, though within him sighed as he saw the boy he once knew transform into a grizzled man.


    Rico''s appearance was unchanged, with a regal face and broad, tall stature, shrouded in a soft glow that made it difficult to make out his features. But even so, his majesty was palpable.


    "But alas, my time has come," Auther said, his voice now trembling. "I can feel the darkness closing in, my sight fading, my strength leaving me. I am but a mere shadow of my former self."


    He raised a shaking hand, pointing towards the figure before him. "Is it truly you, O Great One? Have you come to grant me my wish?"


    A deep sense of longing and desperation filled Auther''s voice, as if his entire life had been leading up to this moment. He stared intently at the figure, as if trying to memorize every last detail.


    "Bless me, O Great God," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Lead me to the power and eternity that lies beyond this mortal world."


    Hearing Auther¡¯s mumbling, he stepped on the delicate white fur of a monstrous bear, his gaze fixed upon the old man. All he could do was sigh at the sight of his once-youthful friend, now with one eye white and blind, his body so weak that death could come at any moment.


    Rico approached Auther with a soft step, his eyes filled with both pride and sadness as he gazed upon the once mighty king. He remembered the young boy he had met many years ago, full of life and potential. Now, Auther was a shell of his former self, his once robust body now frail and weakened by age.


    "Auther, my old friend," Rico spoke with a gentle voice, "You have accomplished so much. You brought order to chaos, light to darkness, and hope to a despairing world. Your deeds will not be forgotten, they will live on through the ages."


    As Rico comforted Auther, he felt a deep sense of warmth in his heart. He was proud of all that his friend had achieved and grateful for the opportunity to be by his side in his final moments. Despite the sadness that came with witnessing the end of a life, Rico was filled with a sense of peace, knowing that Auther''s legacy would continue to inspire generations to come.


    "I don''t want to die, Gaia. I don''t want to leave this world, to leave behind the people I have protected and loved. I don''t want to be forgotten, I want to live forever," Auther spoke with desperation in his voice.


    Rico looked upon Auther with a mix of sadness and understanding. He knew the weight of mortality, of living and then leaving the world behind. But, immortality was not meant for mortals.


    "Auther, I am sorry. Eternal life is not meant for mortals. Your legacy will live on, your people will remember you, and the world will be better because of you," Rico consoled.


    But Auther could not accept the inevitability of death. He fell to his knees, tears pouring down his face. He begged for a reprieve, for a chance to live forever. But, his pleas fell on deaf ears, and in that moment, Auther knew that he would soon pass into the beyond.


    "No, that cannot be because you are immortal." Auther gulped.


    "But I am not just any ordinary being, I am a deity, a creator of the world. And even I cannot escape the grasp of death." Rico''s voice was tinged with sadness and regret. "Mortality is a part of life, and it is what makes life precious and valuable. Embrace your mortality, Auther, and cherish the time you have left."


    Tears streamed down Auther''s face as he gazed up at Rico, realizing the harsh truth that even the greatest of rulers must eventually surrender to death. He slumped back onto his throne, feeling a heavy weight settle in his chest. The once mighty king was now a frail and broken man, facing the inevitable end of his life.


    "We must face our fate and accept our end. No one can escape death." Rico said


    "No. That one word, spoken with a voice as rough as sandpaper and eyes blazing with determination, echoed through the hall. For Auther, the lure of eternal life consumed him completely. The glittering baubles of this mortal world were nothing compared to the eternal flame he so desperately sought.


    "I have the power that everyone envies, the status that everyone yearns to attain, and the reputation, wealth, and beauty that thousands would die for. But in the face of immortality, these are just fleeting possessions, temporary trinkets that will eventually fade away. I once became entranced and consumed by the glamorous allure of the material world, but now as I age and my hair turns gray, I realize that only eternal life truly matters. I want to live forever, just like you, Great God of Gaia!." Auther''s words were spoken with such passion and intensity, it was as if he had exerted all his remaining strength into his speech.


    "I know this may sound harsh, but the truth is that even the gods bow down to the power of time. You have lived a long and full life, and your legacy will live on forever, but it''s time for you to let go and let the natural cycle take its course." Rico spoke softly, his voice carrying a note of sadness as he watched his old friend struggle with his mortality.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    He could see the pain and frustration in Auther''s eyes, the desperate longing to hold onto life. Rico knew what it was like to be faced with one''s own mortality, and he felt a pang of empathy for Auther. But he also knew that he couldn''t change the inevitable, and that it was best for Auther to accept the reality of his situation and let go peacefully.


    "I understand that it''s hard to let go, but trust me, the journey ahead is filled with peace and rest. You have lived a full life, and now it''s time to rest." Rico''s voice was firm but kind, offering comfort and support to his old friend.


    "You must have the power to stop time, to bend its will to your own. Don''t play with me, Gaia I beg of you. I am old, I am tired, and I cannot bear the thought of fading away into nothingness. I must live forever, just like you. Don''t take that from me, don''t take my only chance at immortality!" Auther''s voice grew louder and more frenzied with each word, his eyes wild with desperation.


    "Auther, you have lived a long life, but you are still missing the truth. I am Gaia, the creator of this world and all its inhabitants, but time effect is not something I have control over. It is a natural force that even gods must abide by. I am not deceiving you, I am simply stating the truth. The reality of the situation is not as simple as you wish it to be." Rico spoke calmly, trying to soothe his old friend''s anger. Despite his words, Auther''s hope was fading fast


    "Please, I beg of you, grant me immortality. I have paid my dues and more. The wars I ended, the ignorance I brought to light, the civilizations I built, all for you. I have no regrets, except for the fact that my time here is fleeting. I am haunted by the memories of the lives I took, the blood on my hands. But, even as I pay for my sins, I wish for a chance to live forever. Give me another life, a longer life, please, my Lord Gaia." Auther''s voice broke, tears streaming down his face.


    "Auther, you are delusional and are becoming more desperate with each passing moment. You seem to have lost sight of the truth. I gave you the power and the sword, yes, but only because you were deemed worthy by the universe. You have used it to do great things, but also to wreak havoc and cause destruction. You must understand, the consequences of your actions are yours to bear. Your pleas for eternal life are misguided and unreasonable. You must accept the path that has been set before you and face the inevitable end with grace." Rico spoke with a stern voice, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and sadness.


    "This is the test of your faith, Auther. The path to immortality is not just a gift but a trial of character. Only those who are pure of heart and have endured the hardships of life can achieve it." Rico''s voice was firm but filled with grace.


    "So if you truly desire to live forever, you must first embrace death and let go of this mortal coil. Only then can you be reborn, stronger, and purer." Rico''s words were filled with wisdom, as if he was speaking from the mouth of the gods themselves.


    Auther stood in silence, contemplating the truth of Rico''s words. He knew that to reach immortality, he must first face the greatest fear of all, his own mortality.


    As Rico''s figure faded towards the exit, Auther''s mind raced with thoughts and emotions. He could not bear the thought of losing his final hope, the deity he had put all his trust in. With a burst of energy, he chased after Gaia, determined to stop him from leaving. Despite his aging body, his movements were nimble and quick, fueled by the desperation of a man clinging onto the edge of a cliff.


    Auther''s heart was pounding in his chest, and his breathing became ragged as he ran. He could feel his life force slipping away with each passing moment, but he pushed himself to keep moving. The words of Gaia echoed in his mind, but he couldn''t comprehend their meaning. He was consumed by the need to catch Rico, to save his own life, and to find some sort of peace in the chaos of his existence.


    Auther paid no heed to the confuse guards and continued to chase after the fading figure off Gaia. He stumbled out of the hall and into the open air, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and desperation. The bright sunlight blinded him for a moment, but he quickly regained his sight and continued his pursuit. He ran as fast as his aged legs could carry him, determined to reach Gaia before he disappeared completely.


    The guards followed him from a distance, unsure of what to do but determined to fulfill their duty. The bustling church seemed to slow down as Auther ran, his surroundings blurring past him in a whirl of colors and sounds. He could feel his breaths coming in short gasps and his chest tight with emotion, but he refused to give up. He refused to let Rico go without fighting for another chance. And so, he ran, his heart pounding with determination and his soul singing with the hope of a new beginning.


    The awe-inspiring church tower stood tall, dominating the sky with its towering presence. As citizens of the Holy City looked slightly above the center, they could easily spot the church, a testament to the power and majesty of the Great God of Gaia.


    As Auther, the king, stumbled out of the church, a young boy shouted in alarm, "It''s the king!" The guards who were stationed outside quickly took notice of the commotion and quickly knelt down in reverence, shivering in fear at the sight of the king.


    Auther''s voice was filled with hatred and bitterness as he screamed, "You liar, Gaia! You''ve betrayed me, left me to suffer. I hate you. I loathe you with every fiber of my being!" The pain in his voice was palpable, and the red tears that dripped from his cheeks only added to the intensity of the moment. The surrounding guards cowered in fear, not daring to rise.


    "Isaiah, did I hear that correctly?" One of the kneeling guards asked in a hushed whisper, his eyes wide with shock. "Is he actually cursing the Creator?" The gathered crowd of onlookers were equally horrified, their expressions filled with disbelief. Cursing the Great God of Gaia was an unpardonable sin, and anyone caught doing so was swiftly punished with a brutal, torturous death.


    But this was Auther, the father of the empire and the very Creator of Giamor, speaking those blasphemy-laden words. The guards could feel their hearts pounding in their chests, the fear of the king''s wrath clear in the air around them.


    The onlookers were horrified as they watched Auther''s fall from the sacred staircase. His body tumbled down the tens of meters, his once powerful form now weak and broken.


    The sword that had been gifted to him by the God slipped from his grasp, piercing his body as he fell. The rosy blood stained the pure white marble steps, creating a stark contrast of red against the sacred temple.


    Auther''s final screams echoed through the halls, but they were nothing more than a desperate attempt to cling to life. The onlookers stood in stunned silence as they watched their once mighty king take his last breath.


    "This is the punishment of the Gods," whispered one of the onlookers, "the Curse of the Gods has come to pass."


    The onlookers, still in shock, could only whisper among themselves, "What will become of the empire now? Who will lead us?"


    As Auther lay there, his life slipping away, he muttered his final words to Rico. With a weak and trembling voice, he whispered, "Forgive me, my friend. I have failed you. Failed the empire. Failed the people. I am sorry." His eyes slowly closed, never to open again. Rico, tears streaming down his face as he lost a loving friend.


    The skies darkened as the wind picked up, sending chills down the spines of those who witnessed Auther''s death. They could feel the anger and sadness of Rico, the god of creation, as if he was present in the flesh. The people dropped to their knees, paying their respects to the fallen king.


    And as the last words left Auther''s lips, a great storm began to brew. The skies were filled with thunder and lightning, and the wind howled with fury. It was as if the gods themselves were mourning the loss of Auther.


    For a moment, the world was still. The storm died down, and a sense of peace washed over the land. It was as if the gods were saying farewell to their beloved king. And with that, Auther was gone, leaving behind a legacy of love, courage, and bravery. At least that what the History book would said.

 Chapter 29 A Tribute to Authers Legacy

    Rico stood in the sky as Auther took his last breath, invisible to the eyes of the boy he used to know. Despite his mouth feeling dry and his eyes brimming with tears, Rico held back. He returned home, but even his bed felt cold and uninviting. The once cozy room was now ravaged by the elements, with the window left open and a chill settling in.


    As he lay there, Rico¡¯s heart was heavy with the weight of Auther''s death. He was torn between feelings of responsibility and the knowledge that his actions, or lack thereof, were the right thing to do. This was the first time Rico had ever experienced the loss of someone close to him, and it was a moment that would stay with him forever. Despite the conflicting emotions, Rico knew that he had made the best decision, even though it came at a great cost.


    "Playing God is not so fun," Rico mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes and surrendered to the darkness that enveloped him. He felt as though he was being consumed by the void, his body feeling foreign to him. He found solace in sleep, where he could escape the turmoil of emotions that weighed heavily on him.


    As Rico slumbered, he found comfort in the thought that Auther lived on in the form of his soul. In the world of Gaia, when living beings die, their vitality and energy transform into Origin. Meanwhile, their experiences and emotions from their lifetime become their essence, or soul. The knowledge that Auther''s spirit lived on, in some form, brought Rico peace amidst the turmoil of his thoughts.


    The light that filtered through Rico''s eyelids woke him, and he felt somewhat relieved to have slept through the night. The chill in his heart, however, lingered, fading only slightly.


    "Auther, your soul will soon enter the river of reincarnation, and our memories together will be forgotten," Rico whispered to himself, trying to find comfort in his own words. "But you''ll live on in my heart." He struggled to smile as he pushed himself out of bed and slowly made his way downstairs, seeking solace in the familiar comfort of playing game.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    The decision to erase memories was made with the intention of leading a better life, free from the pain and suffering of the past. Holding onto the memories would only weigh down the souls of the dead, hindering their progress.


    However, Auther''s death stirred something within Rico, bringing to the surface his inner fears. To Auther, Rico was seen as a Great God, omnipotent and ageless, immune to the effects of time. But only Rico knew the truth of his limitations and the fragility of his existence. The death of Auther served as a reminder of Rico''s mortality and the limits of his power.


    Auther was under the impression that Rico was a god with immortality, but in reality, he was just a fortunate young man with a device that could manipulate the world. The perception of Rico immortality was simply a result of the difference in time flow in the world he controlled.


    Rico ability to control the world was not a personal power but rather a result of his access to the Authority, which was the all-powerful entity that governed the world. In other words, Rico¡¯s awe-inspiring control was not due to his own strength but rather his permission to wield the Authority''s power.


    If Rico were to lose control over the world, he would no longer possess any exceptional abilities and would become a regular human being once again, vulnerable to the dangers of modern weapons. He would be just another person on earth, and drowning would result in his permanent death.


    Auther''s passing served as a wake-up call for Rico, who became acutely aware of the mortality of even those with immense power. This realization caused Rico to once again feel the fear and reverence towards death like any other mortal individual.


    Auther''s words left a profound impact on Rico, embedding themselves deeply in his heart. The fear and insanity evident in Auther''s eyes just before his death only solidified Rico''s determination to attain immortality. However, this drive towards eternal life also provides Rico with solace, as he feels less alone knowing that a part of Auther lives on within him, in the form of this shared pursuit.

 Chapter 30 New Found Powers

    In his outside gym Rico was meditating, with the help of his Authority, Rico was able to delve deep into the inner workings of his own cells. To his amazement, he discovered tiny, star-like particles residing within them. Initially, he assumed these particles to be mutated white blood cells, but upon further inspection, he realized that these particles possessed properties beyond his imagination. Not only did they behave like stem cells, but they could also mimic the functions of any type of cell in the body, imbuing Rico with a mystical and almost otherworldly power.


    Rico discovered that he could harness the power of these star-like particles to amplify the number of cells in his body. After conducting further research, he found that these particles not only provided his cells with additional energy, but they could also self-replicate, entirely independent of the host body. Despite the obvious benefits, the origins of these particles remained shrouded in mystery. In addition to fueling the cells, the particles could also regulate cell growth and boost their energy output, granting Rico with a nearly supernatural ability to manipulate his own biology.


    Rico affectionately named the minuscule particles that reminded him of the vastness of space, Star Dust.


    "Star Dust! The key to eternal life!" Rico exclaimed, his voice ringing out into the world and echoing back to him, accompanied by the melodic chirping of birds and the gentle breeze of summer. The excitement in Rico¡¯s voice was palpable, reflecting his unbridled passion for his newfound discovery.


    Armed with the power of Star Dust, Rico was capable of accomplishing feats that defied the imaginations of mere mortals. With its help, he was able to sharpen his senses, enhancing both his eyesight and hearing to superhuman levels. The prospect of even regenerating lost limbs seemed within reach. Furthermore, Star Dust had the ability to enhance cognitive abilities, allowing Rico to work for extended periods of time without succumbing to the effects of fatigue or hunger. He could go for days without sleeping or eating, and still maintain his sharpness and energy, perfectly aligned with his intense work ethic. The possibilities of what Rico could achieve with Star Dust seemed limitless.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    However, despite the incredible powers granted to him by Star Dust, Rico was still far from achieving true immortality. The best he could hope for was to extend his life for several centuries or, with a bit of luck, potentially even a millennium. Nevertheless, the idea of gaining such a vast amount of time was still an alluring one, and he clung to the hope that he could one day reach his ultimate goal of living forever.


    But this is not what Rico truly wants yet it is a step in the right direction. What he wants is true immortality. So he started to delve into ancient texts, including those on meditation, Taoism, visualization, and Qi Gong cultivation. He sought out the knowledge of ancient magic and energy control techniques, hoping to find something useful to unlock the full potential of the Star Dust.


    Through intense study and practice, Rico discovered that the Star Dust particles could be controlled just like the life force energy, or Qi. By mastering the flow of energy within his body and using specific meditation techniques, Rico was able to direct the Star Dust particles to move in a specific pattern.


    He found that by focusing his attention on the key energy points in his body, he could meditate and will the Star Dust particles to gather and flow in a circular pattern from the crown of his head, down to his stomach and out to each of his extremities. The flow of the Star Dust, like the flow of Qi, continued in a continuous cycle, giving Rico greater control over his physical and mental well-being.


    As a result of his mastery of the Star Dust and Qi Gong techniques, Rico was able to enhance his physical abilities, prolong his lifespan, and unlock new levels of understanding and control over the world around him.


    By practicing ancient Qi Gong techniques, the Star Dust would grow and multiply during the internal rotation, providing him with an ever-increasing supply of energy and vitality.


    As he delved deeper into his studies of Qi Gong and the mysteries of the Star Dust, Rico realized that this energy source was not just a powerful tool for enhancing his physical abilities, but also had the potential to make him a God in both worlds. The Star Dust was, in fact, a manifestation of the mystical energy known as mana, and its growth was directly linked to the presence of this energy in the world around him.


    With this newfound knowledge, Rico began to experiment with new and advanced Qi Gong techniques, seeking to unlock the full potential of the Star Dust within him. He was determined to unravel the secrets of immortality, and the Star Dust was his key to unlocking this elusive goal.

 Chapter 31 Endless Possibilities

    ''''Every day, I can feel myself getting stronger, more in control. The power that was once just a distant dream is now a reality," Rico thought to himself with a sense of pride as he gazed upon the shimmering stones of his circle that he had created in the Fog Realm.


    The Three Heavens technique had worked wonders for Rico in just a month of cultivation, it¡¯s been but a few minutes in reality. He felt a new sense of power coursing through his veins, as if he was a different person entirely. His muscles bulged with newfound strength and his mind raced with thoughts and memories that came to him with crystal clarity.


    Rico''s appearance was also undergoing a metamorphosis. His features were becoming more defined, and a newfound sense of confidence radiated from him. He could see it in the eyes of those who looked upon him, they were in awe of the changes they were witnessing.


    Rico''s mother was no exception. During a video call, she was struck by the transformation of her son. The once average, unremarkable young man was now a vision of strength and beauty.


    Raising his glass of wine Rico said, "but that''s not the reason I am the way I am. I take good care of myself and that''s all that matters. I don''t need validation from anyone, dad side of the family may be lacking but that¡¯s doesn¡¯t determined my potential."


    Rico''s mother chuckled. "And what do you mean by ''lacking''? Your father is a successful man!"


    "Successful in what, exactly? Paying the bills?" Rico shot back, his sarcasm sharp.


    "Well, at least he has a high paying job," his mother retorted.


    "Mom, a job doesn''t define a person''s worth," Rico said in a stoic tone. "It''s the choices they make and the impact they have on others that truly matter."


    "Oh, now you''re getting philosophical," his mother teased. "I think all that time you spend reading books is rubbing off on you."


    "Reading books never hurt anyone," Rico replied with a smirk. "Unlike some habits you have."This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    "Hey, I''ll have you know my bingo nights bring joy to many seniors at the community center," she protested with a playful smile.


    "Joy, huh? I''m sure they''re just grateful for someone to play with," Rico laughed.


    "Oh, you," his mother chuckled, playfully swatting at Rico. "I''m just glad to see my son is still able to make me laugh."


    "Well, if you didn¡¯t go under the knife, then it must be my genes. But don''t you go spending all your money on frivolous things, you''re a grown man now. Save up for the future." She said, the presence of the monkey eating a banana on her shoulder took away from the serious tone in her voice.


    "Well, Mom," Rico said with a smirk, "I can assure you it''s all thanks to good genes. I mean, have you seen my real dad? He''s a real looker. But in all seriousness, I''m not one to waste my money on meaningless things. I may be young, but I still have a good head on my shoulders. I understand the importance of saving for the future and making smart financial decisions." He took a sip of his wine and looked at the monkey perched on his mother''s shoulder.


    "I mean, who told me I had to have such a good-looking mother? I guess I just lucked out with the genes," Rico quipped with a hint of sarcasm. Although his family may have been bellow-average in looks, he definitely stood out. He sometimes wondered if he was adopted.


    "Hehe, alright my sweet boy," she said as she playfully swatted the monkey off her shoulder. "I''ve got to go now. Your dad and I are going digging again. I''ll let you know the next time. And say hi to John for me, will you?"


    The monkey chimed in, "Ook, hoo hoo ooo!" The call ended.


    Rico was used to the attention, but it had become a burden. Everywhere he went, heads would turn in his direction, both men and women would cast covert glances in his direction, marveling at his stunning good looks. Some of the women would approach him, eager to strike up a conversation. He would try to politely decline, but sometimes they would persist, ruining his peace and solitude.


    As he tried to enjoy a meal in a restaurant, he would find himself surrounded by admirers, with camera phones snapping pictures of him from every angle. The girls would come up with every excuse in the book, trying to get his phone number, ranging from requests for a one-night stand to an invitation to a birthday party.


    Rico was tired of it all. He wished he could be anonymous again, able to go about his day without the constant attention and interruptions. But it seemed like his good looks were cursed, a blessing and a curse at the same time.


    As a result of his constant unwanted attention, Rico was forced to limit his public appearances. He stopped going out for routine errands and instead opted to use online platforms and virtual worlds to purchase his necessities. During this time, Rico also became more dedicated to his research on Star Dust, determined to uncover any additional properties it might possess beyond its already known effects on physical fitness and cell regulation.

 Chapter 32 Skills

    Rico decided to use an ancient castle that he had built on a remote island as his research facility. There, he conducted numerous experiments to explore the potential of Star Dust.


    His findings indicated that through the manipulation of the energy field, it was possible to enhance physical attributes such as muscle strength and density. The technique involved infusing Star Dust into the targeted muscle groups, resulting in a temporary crystallization or hardening of the cells, increasing the defense of that particular body part.


    Rico named this technique the Hardening technique and found that it not only increased defense, but also increased the offensive capabilities of the individual. The results of his research showed promise in revolutionizing the traditional methods of martial arts training.


    Rico''s research delved into the capabilities of Star Dust when utilized in various ways. Through experimentation, he found that when Star Dust is directed towards the brain, it enhances cognitive function and increases overall energy levels.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    Additionally, Rico observed that Star Dust could also be utilized as a form of protection by emitting it externally, forming a barrier around the skin. This protective shield was found to be a result of Star Dust''s ability to crystalize and harden cells temporarily, thus providing enhanced defense to the individual utilizing this technique. Rico referred to this technique as the "Barrier Method".


    Rico''s experiments with Star Dust were extensive and meticulous. He continue by analyzing his own blood, looking for any changes in his cellular structure after exposure to the substance. He found that after injecting liquid mana into his bloodstream, there was a significant increase in energy and cognitive function, it was soon slow down as the mana was broken into Star Dusk. Increasing the overall quantity In his body.


    These findings led him to further explore the potential applications of Star Dust in various fields, including medicine and martial arts. His experiments and research on Star Dust became the foundation of a new field of study, which he dubbed "Stardust Science".

 Chapter 33 Flying Castle

    Gaia world, in a place called Paradise, located in the heart of the crystal wall system. This miniature space was created by Rico, and it is the perfect place for him to test his future projects.


    The micro space is nestled close to the stunning Gaia continent, where one can see the breathtaking scenery from the horizon.


    Rico has worked hard to make the micro space into a utopia, with breathtaking landscapes and an atmosphere that is simply divine. Although the micro space is relatively small, only a few square kilometres in size, the scenery here is truly mesmerizing. The air is pure and crisp, with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees that are autumn all year round. The lush greenery of the area is home to rare birds and flowers, making the place a true delight for the senses.


    Every corner of this beautiful world is a feast for the eyes, and one can''t help but feel completely at peace here.


    At the very heart of this paradise lies a mesmerizing emerald-like lake, the epitome of serenity and stillness. Its waters are so clear that you can see all the way to the bottom, where little schools of fantastical fish swim and play. The taste of the water is nothing short of ambrosial, as if it were infused with the nectar of the gods themselves. This sweet liquid is the lifeblood of the tiny ecological cycle that exists within this micro space.


    The castle, built by Rico using his Origin abilities, stands tall and proud with its sturdy grey stone bricks forming the main structure. The inside of the castle is just as magnificent, with carefully chosen furnishings and equipment adorning the interior. Some of these were purchased from the earth while others were obtained from the Eden plane. They are all powered by Origin, making them highly functional and efficient.


    At present, Rico is occupying his training room, which doubles as his home gym. As Origin can only be harnessed within the confines of the Gaia world, Rico has been residing here for an extended period of time. His aim is to cultivate and increase the Star Dust within his body, allowing him to harness the full potential of his Origin abilities.


    It is fortuitous that the flow rate of the Gaia world is different from that of the earth, as this prevents Rico from becoming overly indulged in his cultivation and experiencing a significant time discrepancy upon his return to the earth.


    Rico¡¯s cultivation process has reached a crucial stage. After a prolonged period of intense training and practice, the concentration of Star Dust in his body has reached a critical point. To provide some context, if the Origin extracted from the outer chaos in a single year is considered as one unit, then Rico current amount of Star Dust in relation to Origin is approximately 0.10 units per one unit.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    While some may consider Damon''s Star Dust to Origin ratio of 0.10 units to be low, it is important to keep in mind the significant difference in size between a person and a world. For a single person like Rico to have attained a concentration of Origin that amounts to one-tenth of a unit is a truly remarkable achievement, one that would not have been possible without the control he wields over the Gaia world.


    It is the mastery over the world that provides Rico with access to such high levels of energy, without which he would never have been able to attain this level of cultivation. Without control over the world, it would have been impossible for Rico to tap into such a vast source of Origin energy.


    As the concentration of Star Dust in his body has continued to grow, Rico has become acutely aware of the changes occurring within him. Previously, he was unable to exert any control over these shifts.


    However, the situation has changed. Rico has gained a rudimentary understanding of Star Dust and its effects on the body. He has utilized his perfect recall to read numerous books, absorbing their contents and gaining a deep understanding of the human body. As a result of his extensive reading and self-reflection, Rico now confidently asserts that his comprehension of the human anatomy has reached a state of perfection.


    As the concentration of Star Dust within him continues to grow, Rico feels increasingly confident in his ability to transform his body.


    If the human body were to be compared to a machine, then Rico''s aim is to weaken or even eliminate certain functions.


    With each strong beat of his heart, Rico begins to harness the power of the Star Dust to gain a deeper understanding of his internal anatomy. This newfound perspective allows him to effortlessly perceive the conditions of the various organs within his body.


    "Bam! Bam!"


    The sound of his heartbeat grows stronger and more resounding as Rico embarks on his journey of self-discovery and transformation.


    With the aid of the Star Dust, Rico can observe the intricate details of his internal physiology. He can see the flow of blood coursing through the blood vessels, the rhythmic expansion and contraction of his heart, the tireless efforts of his lungs as they work to absorb oxygen, and the constant secretion of gastric acid in his stomach.


    This is an incredibly unique experience, akin to viewing the world through a magnifying glass.


    Even while in this state, Rico can sense the activity of the cells within his body. Some cells are in the process of dying, some are engaged in battle against bacteria, while others are dividing and multiplying.


    Over time, as Rico becomes increasingly familiar with this perspective, he begins to make slow and steady adjustments to his body. With each refinement, he gains greater control over his internal anatomy and improves his overall health and well-being.

 Chapter 34 Unleashing the Power of the Mind

    Rico was ready, this processed involve a couples of steps. The initial step involves stimulation of the pituitary gland to release human growth hormone which stimulates overall physical development. This is followed by the regulation of various endocrine organs and glands, such as the adrenal glands, pancreatic islets, and thyroid.


    This process demands meticulous attention and precision as any error or mistake can result in potentially severe physiological consequences, including complete failure of the body''s systems or irreversible mutations. Hence, Rico exercises extreme caution and utilizes all available resources to ensure accurate and successful execution of this complex procedure.


    Rico initiated the process by enhancing his digestive system, specifically by augmenting the capacity of his stomach to process larger quantities of food and extract higher levels of nutrients. This was achieved by elevating the production of specific enzymes responsible for breaking down specific food groups and increasing the internal temperature of the digestive tract to optimize the activity of these enzymes.


    Rico''s parents believed that the strength of the body is directly proportional to the amount of food consumed. Thus, Rico aimed to optimize his digestive ability to facilitate the consumption of larger portions of food without encountering discomfort such as bloating. This not only satisfied his love for indulging in tasty cuisine but also ensured that the food he ingested was thoroughly metabolized and its nutrients effectively assimilated by the body.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.


    Subsequently, Rico subjected his muscles to a deliberate weakening process, resulting in their diminished size and reduced strength, reminiscent of his physique prior to undergoing Star Dust cultivation. However, this was a strategic approach, as the muscles were designed to temporarily exhibit an explosive increase in power and strength when triggered by a crucial moment, much like a compressed spring that releases energy upon activation.


    Finally, Rico fortified his brain by increasing the influx of Star Dust to this crucial organ. This was necessary to ensure that the brain received a sufficient supply of nutrients, as the body alone may not be able to provide the necessary sustenance. The infusion of Star Dust served as a supplementary source of nourishment to support the cognitive functions and vitality of the brain.


    The primary objective of this series of modifications was to enhance Rico''s cognitive abilities by stimulating increased neural activity, flexibility, and plasticity within the brain. The aim was to fortify Rico''s thinking capacity and enhance his intelligence.


    This sequence of adjustments was deemed crucial as, for Rico, mental acuity and cognitive prowess were of greater importance than physical strength. He placed a premium on the power of the mind, recognizing that this would enable him to navigate complex challenges and succeed in his endeavors. By prioritizing the development of his mental faculties, Rico aimed to optimize his cognitive potential and achieve his full intellectual potential.

 Chapter 35 Unlocking the Power of the Stars

    "My dear son, I have been feeling worried about you lately. You seem different, almost as if something has changed within you. Have you found yourself a girlfriend, maybe? If so, your father and I will be more than happy to provide for any children you have. But the change I''m seeing in you goes beyond just physical appearance. Your behavior and demeanor seem altered, and it''s causing me concern. Please, tell me what''s going on. I need to understand what''s happening with you." Rico''s mother spoke with a voice filled with worry and uncertainty during the video call. The tone of her voice reflected her deep concern and her eyes searched her son''s face for answers.


    "Well, Mom, I''ve been having a little bit of trouble with pests lately, but other than that everything is going well. I''ve actually been eating more, so I''ve put on a bit of weight. I''m sure you''ll be disappointed to hear that there''s no grandson on the way for you just yet, but hopefully, in the future, we can make that happen." Rico admitted with a hint of helplessness in his voice. The tone of his voice indicated that he was aware of his mother''s desire for grandchildren.


    "Listen to me, make sure you take care of yourself and try to make some friends, okay?" She spoke while carefully feeding her black monkey, who shot Rico an evil gaze.


    "Yeah, yeah, I know," Rico responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He was used to his mother''s constant reminders but it still irked him sometimes. He then asked, "Mom, do you still have that disk you sent me last time? I''ve been meaning to go through it again."


    "Oh, I don''t think I have any copies left. Why do you need it again? Didn''t I send you the last two? What else do you need? Those disks were of Mayan origin, there''s still so much more out there to discover." His mother replied, her tone showing that she was always willing to support her son''s interests.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    "If you happen to come across any more of those disks, could you please send them my way?" Rico asked softly, his eyes lighting up at the thought of adding to his collection. "I absolutely love them, and they would make a great addition to my artifact room."


    "Of course, I''ll see what I can do. But it may take some time, we''re currently in the wilderness," his mother replied, before suddenly stopping the video call without saying goodbye.


    Rico''s eyes twitched and the corners of his mouth compressed as a flash of anger appeared on his face. But it quickly faded away, and he couldn¡¯t help but smile bitterly. Sometimes he wondered if his mother was really his biological parent. He compared her to other mothers who couldn''t wait to talk to their sons for hours after not seeing each other for months. But his mother rarely lasted more than five minutes during their video calls, and his father was even worse than a runaway dad.


    Despite the hardships, Rico felt a sense of comfort in this type of upbringing. It was precisely because of his parents that he had developed an indifferent and solitary personality. He was grateful for the space and independence that came with being raised in this manner.


    After much contemplation and research, Rico finally discovered a way for the people of Gaia to access the source energy-dispersive version of Star Dust. He envisioned creating a source network that would harness and divert the energy extracted from the chaos into Gaia World. His plan was to use half of the energy harvested every day to power the network system and to store the other half for future uses.


    Rico understood that this was a complex and ambitious undertaking, but he was confident in his abilities to bring his vision to life. He had spent countless hours studying the intricacies of the source energy and the chaos, and he was convinced that his plan was the key to unlocking its full potential. He was eager to put his ideas into action and to finally bring a new era of prosperity to Gaia World.

 Chapter 36 A Race Against Time

    Rico believed that this method was one of the most efficient ways to harness the energy of the Origin to the people of the Gaia World.


    Rico''s approach was based on sound scientific principles and was backed by extensive research and analysis. He had taken into account various factors such as the rate of energy dispersal, the stability of the energy source, and the impact of environmental variables on the outcome. And was confident in the accuracy of his calculations and the success of his plan.


    He calculated that the resulting output of Star Dust in his body would be equivalent to one unit of of Origin. This was the result he had achieved after years of rigorous experimentation and practice in Paradise, he had link the fog realm to it, which filled this miniature world with a high Origin concentration.


    Further analysis by Rico revealed that one unit of Origin was equivalent to 10,000 units of Star Dust. This meant that the amount of energy contained within a single unit of Origin was staggering. To put this into perspective, when Rico first discovered he had Star Dust within his body, it was estimated to be between 100 to 200 units. This had resulted in him acquiring superhuman abilities, thanks to the Cradle. He was able to effortlessly punch a boulder the size of an elephant and turn it into marble.


    His physical prowess was further tested when he created weights using source energy (Origin). Without the use of Star Dust, he was able to lift over 100 tons, but when he fully utilized his Star Dust, his strength increased dramatically, allowing him to lift an astonishing 900 tons. This demonstrated the incredible potential of Star Dust and the impact it could have on one''s physical capabilities.


    And Rico¡¯s findings were a testament to the immense power of the Origin and the importance of unlocking its full potential. His research and experimentation had opened up new possibilities for the people of Gaia World, and he was eager to continue exploring the full extent of its capabilities.


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    This source network will be everywhere like 5G internet. Rico realized the importance of caution and balance in this process. He understood that the network he was creating could potentially be abused if not monitored and controlled properly. To prevent this from happening, he decided to limit the way in which Origin could be absorbed.


    When Rico first arrived in the Disc world, the amount of Origin stored inside was over a million units. Creating the world of Gaia and establishing its rules had already consumed around 3,000 units of source energy.


    The establishment of the Galaxy Web network was no easy feat. Rico had to pour over 1000 units of source energy into the construction process, which would have taken him 1000 years to accumulate and countless months to create it.


    Since the birth of Gaia, two thousand years have passed, meaning an additional 2000 units have been added to his Origin pool.


    The Origin spent could be used to create another world. For example, if Rico were to use the 1000 units of source energy that went into the Galaxy Web network, he could create a small world with a size equivalent to one-third of Gaia. To put that in perspective, Gaia is already massive, being three times the size of Rico''s home planet, Earth.


    The construction of the Origin network was no small feat. It required an immense amount of energy. This investment was not in vain, as the network is now a reality, thanks to Rico''s determination and willpower. The network, known as the Galaxy Web, is a complex system that spans every corner of the Gaia world, similar to the Earth''s magnetic field in structure but far more intricate.


    The Galaxy Web offers a new opportunity for the inhabitants of Gaia. By using the right method, they can absorb the Star Dust and use it to strengthen their abilities and perform magic. However, this comes with a warning. As the creatures of Gaia continue to evolve and become stronger through the use of the Origin network, they will become increasingly dangerous and unpredictable.


    Rico has successfully established the foundation of the Gaia World Power System, which marks a significant milestone in their journey towards creating a magical era. However, while building the Origin network, Rico realized that the time flow rate in Gaia World has experienced a sudden decrease, going from over 9000 times to just over 6000 times that of earth.

 Chapter 37 The Five Empires

    Gone are the days where 30 years on earth equated to just one day in the mystical realm of Gaia. With the advancements in the world''s rules and system have resulted in a staggering decline in time difference, reducing the equivalent to less than 20 years on earth.


    The decline in the flow of time within the Gaia World has resulted in a significant reduction in the source of income of Origin. This change in the pace of time is a direct result of the continually improving and perfecting rules within the world.


    Rico faced a situation that was beyond his control, so he made the decision to accept the situation and move forward with his plans. The next phase of his plan involved entering the Gaia World and searching for a suitable location to absorb the Star Dust within the Galaxy Web.


    Rico found a quiet corner and began the process of absorbing the Star Dust. The process went smoothly, and the Star Dust entered his body without any complications. Although the absorption was slow and the density of the Star Dust was less than expected, Rico was pleased with the outcome as it was exactly what he had intended.


    However, the amount of Star Dust that Rico had just absorbed was only a fraction to the amount his body contained. Rico already possessed one unit of Origin, and once one reach this stage, they would have the power to destroy mountains with ease. The newly absorbed Star Dust, now flowing like a river through his energy points, increased his power significantly, leading Rico to name this new level of power the "Starlight Realm."


    The next crucial step in Rico''s plan was to share the secret of this power to his people¡¯s and help the human race in the Gaia World attain the same level of strength. This was to be accomplished by spreading the original Three Heaven Meditation Method, which would guide the people of Gaia on their path to becoming super-powered beings.


    Following centuries of conflict and war, the political landscape of the Gaia continent had finally stabilized, leading to the formation of several countries with unique landscapes, climates, and cultures. Each country had its own distinct traditions and ways of life, but they all shared a common goal of becoming more powerful and reaching their full potential.


    The Achaemenid Empire, a fearsome kingdom located in the northern regions near the ice sheets, was known for its brutal ways and its inhabitants, who were said to have evolved to be hairier than the people from other regions. The western countries referred to the Achaemenids as "barbarians," a reputation earned after the Hundred Year War.


    In the south, surrounded by the scorching sands of the Gobi Desert, was the Kushite Empire. The Babylonian Empire was located near the sea in the western regions, while the Assyrian Empire occupied the lush Eden Plain and considered themselves the "Mesopotamian race." The eastern region was home to the powerful and central Holy Church, an entity that held immense influence across the entire continent.


    Each of these powerful kingdoms possessed unique traits, cultures, and beliefs, making the Gaia World a fantastical realm filled with diversity and wonder. From the icy north to the scorching south, from the western seaboard to the lush Eden Plain, the Gaia World was a melting pot of different civilizations, each with its own unique story to tell. The conflicts and rivalries between these kingdoms added to the fantastical nature of this magical world, making it a place of endless possibilities and adventure.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    In addition to the great empires, the Gaia World was also home to numerous smaller countries and tribes, as well as independent city-states. Some of these entities were dependent on the five great empires, while others formed alliances with each other.


    The people of the Achaemenid Empire, located in the northern region of the Gaia continent, were known for their lower level of literacy and the scarcity of food. Despite these challenges, the northern region was the largest landmass, making up for the other difficulties. Upon forming their empire, the Achaemenids developed their own unique religion, centered around the worship of Crayus the Chaos God, the deity of war who was believed to have created both life and death.


    Moreover, the people of the northern region of the Gaia World had gradually forgotten their past and the journey that brought them to the northern region. They believed that they had always lived in the northern region, but this was only the case for the common folk. The leaders and generals of the Achaemenid Empire were acutely aware of their history and the sacrifices that their forefathers made to establish the powerful empire that now stood. The bond that was formed through the shedding of blood was indescribable, unbreakable and undeniable.


    As for the unexplored oceans, they were considered too dangerous to venture into due to the abundance of treacherous reefs that surrounded the continent. For now, the focus was on developing the land and expanding the boundaries of the great empires. The horizon of the ocean was viewed as a great waterfall by many, a mysterious and untamed frontier that still held secrets and untold wonders. Despite this, the people of the Gaia World were filled with hope and a sense of adventure, eager to explore and uncover the secrets that lay hidden beyond their shores.


    The southern islands, surrounded by crystal-clear waters, teeming with exotic marine life, are a mystery waiting to be explored. The vast and untouched beauty of these islands is still unrivaled, despite only a few pockets of civilization near the mainland using them as fishing villages. These villages, with their vibrant cultures and traditions, are places where the local fishermen tell tales of sea monsters and sunken treasures, passing down their rich cultural heritage from generation to generation.


    During this period of peace and prosperity, agriculture has thrived on the Gaia continent, bringing in bountiful harvests that have supported the explosive growth of the population. People from all walks of life have flocked to the cities, seeking new opportunities and a better way of life. With no outside threats to contend with, the people of Gaia have been free to focus on their own growth and development, leading to the emergence of a new era of prosperity and progress. Today, the population of the Gaia world is estimated to be over hundreds of millions, a testament to the strength and resilience of the human spirit.


    And there are still many vast territories in the Gaia World that are untouched by human settlement, providing ample opportunities for the population to grow and thrive. However, during his observation, Rico stumbled upon an intriguing happening that he had inadvertently set into motion. Near a small, unremarkable city-state, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests, and was relatively unknown to the rest of the world a group of people was quietly and covertly digging up the remains of a long-lost tomb from the ancient past. The mere presence of the tomb suggests that there may be untold secrets and treasures buried beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered and rediscovered.

 Chapter 38 In Search of Wealth

    In the valley, a vast army of slaves and skilled craftsmen labored tirelessly to unearth something buried deep within the soil. Standing guard outside the valley, hundreds of soldiers belonging to the Harold''s kept watch, their presence easily recognizable by the flags they had erected, marking their territory. The Harold''s were the rulers of Harold City, a significant player in the politics of the Fifth Star, wielding more power and influence than the majority of other city-states.


    Rico had been watching the excavation site from a distance. As he peered down into the valley, he could see that the slaves were toiling away, lifting heavy stones and digging deep into the earth. The artisans were meticulously chipping away at the ancient tomb, revealing the intricate carvings and sculptures that had been buried for centuries.


    The Sunset Mountains were a grand and imposing sight to behold, with their peaks piercing the sky and casting long shadows over the valley below. It was here, within this nameless valley, where the slaves and artisans toiled day and night under the watchful gaze of dozens of soldiers, who stood guard like statues of metal and muscle.


    For the residents of Harold City, the Harold¡¯s were the true rulers of their land, with a power and influence that was unmatched by any other city-state in the Fifth Star. Their authority was absolute, and their rule unchallenged. And yet, despite their great power and wealth, the Harold¡¯s remained shrouded in mystery, their true motives known only to a select few.


    As for the valley, it held within its earthy embrace a secret that had been buried for centuries. The ancient tomb that the city-state was excavating held within it the remains of long-forgotten rulers, as well as relics and treasures that were beyond comprehension. The Harold¡¯s were determined to uncover its secrets, for they believed that within the tomb lay the key to unlocking the full extent of their power and authority over their lands. And so, with sweat on their brows and calloused hands, the slaves and artisans dug deeper into the earth, with the soldiers standing watch, their armor gleaming in the fading light of the setting sun.


    At this moment, the cruel and tyrannical lord of Harold, the third Master of the Harold family, Acus Harold, was prowling the valley, surveying the workers and artisans with his sharp, beady eyes. His body was covered in luxurious garments, but his soul was black as coal.


    As he marched around, he bellowed in a voice that echoed through the valley, "No idling allowed! This passage must be completed before the sun sets. I swear on Gaia''s name that if you fail, the first head to roll will be yours! Do not even think about taking a break or slacking off, or do you slaves want to face a painful and gruesome death?" He spat on the ground for emphasis, as the workers cowered in fear.


    However, despite their rough and hopeless lives, the slaves at this valley kept digging, driven by fear and survival. They worked tirelessly, their bodies covered in dirt and sweat as they excavated the earth.


    Acus Harold, the cruel lord of Harold, loomed over them, threatening them with death should they slow their pace or take a moment to rest. The slaves knew all too well the consequences of disobeying their master, they had heard stories of others who suffered a grisly fate, their bodies tossed aside like garbage.


    The mere sight of Acus Harold made their blood run cold, as he was known for his sadistic tendencies and brutal punishments. But they had no choice, they were slaves, owned by Harold and forced to labor endlessly for their benefit. In the eyes of society, they were nothing more than disposable assets, a commodity to be used and abused at the whim of their owners. Despite all of this, the slaves toiled on, their only hope for survival being to complete the task set before them and avoid the wrath of their cruel master.


    In some places, slaves were treated like mere possessions, but even that was considered a luxury. The thought of a master having the right to take their lives without any consequences was a haunting reality. Society was indifferent to the mistreatment and slaughter of these slaves, as if they were invisible beings unworthy of basic human dignity. The knowledge of this oppressive system cast a dark shadow over the lives of all slaves, a constant fear of being snuffed out like a candle in the wind.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    For the slaves of the Gaia continent, King Auther was the epitome of their oppression and suffering. To them, he was not a revered figure, but rather a tyrant who stripped them of their freedom and dignity.


    He was the first ruler to establish the system of slavery that still plagues the land centuries later. To the slaves, Auther was not a "Father of Civilization" or a "Bringer of Flame," but the "Bastard of Humanity." He was a figure of hate and anger, a symbol of everything that was wrong with their world. Despite the holy church calling him the "Angel of Gaia," to the slaves, he was the devil himself, a monster who had forever changed the course of their lives for the worse.


    Under the threat of death, these slaves, how can they not work hard; soon, a slave digging out a pit accidentally fell.


    As he fell, he let out a pained scream, but quickly muffled it as the guards rushed over. The slave knew the consequences of stopping work, and he tried to stand up, but his body wouldn''t listen. The guards sneered at him and kicked him back down, and the other slaves looked away, not daring to show any signs of rebellion. The slave cried out in pain as the lord of Harold, Acus Harold, approached him, his face contorted with anger. The slave begged for mercy, but Acus Harold showed no mercy. He drew his sword and with one swift stroke, the slave''s life was taken. The other slaves continued their work, tears streaming down their faces, as they mourned the loss of another one of their own.


    The slave had stumbled and fell because of a small hole. Upon closer inspection, Acus realized that the hole was actually the entrance to a pit. Which was quickly dig open by the slaves. As he approached the pit, he estimated that there were roughly a hundred skeletons scattered inside. Without hesitation, he ordered several of his loyal guards to bring over a ladder so that they could investigate further.


    Acus'' excitement was palpable as he reached for the ancient record. The worn edges of the parchment crumbled under his touch, but the delicate script was still legible. With bated breath, he began to read the inscription, his eyes growing wider with each passing moment.


    "This is it! This is the key to unlocking the secrets of the Holy Empire," he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Years of searching and I''ve finally found it, buried beneath the sands of time. Hahaha, my destiny lies down here."


    The skeletons surrounding the pit seemed to take on a new life as Acus'' excitement grew, their bony fingers reaching out to him as if in congratulations. The guards looked on in awe as their master lost himself in his discovery.


    Acus was determined to unlock the secrets of the Holy Empire and make his mark on history.


    After descending into the pit with frenzied excitement, Acus pushed the slaves to keep digging. With each shovelful of dirt, more and more bones emerged from the soil, revealing a valley of the dead. The number of skeletons they had found so far was already in the thousands, and it was impossible to know just how many more remained buried beneath the earth, waiting to be uncovered.


    Despite the eerie surroundings, Acus was driven by his obsession with the greatness of King Auther and his empire. He had heard tales of its grandeur and was determined to uncover its secrets. And so, he pushed the slaves to keep digging, until they finally stumbled upon a passage. But as they approached it, they were met with a frightening sight - the entrance was blocked.


    As his soldiers worked to clear the passage, the air became thick with anticipation and excitement. Sweat dripped down their faces as they strained to move the massive boulder that blocked their way. Finally, after much effort, the boulder gave way, and the ancient road was revealed. The sight was awe-inspiring, with the road stretching down deep into the mountains, untouched for thousands of years.


    The once hidden path was now open, and the journey ahead was filled with mystery and wonder.


    Acus was cautious and knew the importance of the situation. He was aware of the stories of the cursed air that circulated in chambers passage and didn''t want to risk the lives of his men. He stood at the entrance of the newly opened passage, his eyes fixed on the road that stretched deep into the mountains, and said in a commanding voice, "We will wait, until I say otherwise. This is a sacred place and we must be respectful. I will not risk the lives of my men by hurrying into the unknown. Until I say otherwise, we wait for my orders."

 Chapter 39 Lost In History

    Acus was aware of the dangerous and toxic gases that had accumulated inside the ageing chamber, but he chose to wait for them to dissipate before entering. He knew the risks involved but he was determined to uncover the treasures that lay within.


    Harold City''s third ruler was a far cry from his powerful forefathers. Born with a weak physique, he relied on his cunning and intellect to rule instead of his physical strength. The family records spoke of others who had tried to enter the chamber in search of wealth, only to meet their doom at the hands of the infamous "Curse of the Gods." But Acus was no fool, he knew the curse was nothing more than the deadly gases within the chamber.


    As he waited for the dust to clear, Acus grew increasingly impatient. He barked orders at the slaves, urging them to take torches and enter the chamber. Despite their hesitation, they obeyed their master, their footsteps slow and cautious as they approached the chamber of death.


    One slave almost dared to defy Lord Acus, but the fear of retribution kept him in line. They ventured forward, every step filled with dread, as they realized the true danger that lay ahead. The so-called curse of the gods was just a myth, but the toxic gases were all too real.


    With the slaves serving as his scouts, Acus finally mustered the courage to step through the entrance. Exploring ancient tombs was a treacherous endeavor, especially ones that had been untouched for centuries. The tales of these eras were filled with stories of cannibalistic madmen, who used traps and poison pits to protect their wealth. Some tombs were even said to have been built with darker purposes, such as the infamous Ironfate Chamber.


    Young and foolish adventurers had ventured to the Ironfate Chamber in search of its rumored riches, only to meet their grisly fate at the hands of its sadistic guardians. They had been captured, brutally tortured, and devoured as a warning to others.


    Given the potential dangers that lay ahead, it was only practical for Acus to send several slaves into the passage first. Their lives would be the ones sacrificed if they encountered any traps or obstacles along the way. As Acus followed, he was relieved to see that the slaves had not met any harm. After walking a while longer, it seemed as though the passage held no surprises. But still, Acus couldn''t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of his mind.


    But after a considerable hike, he finally understood why. A massive boulder stood in his way, adorned with markings from the Giamor First Testament, the Age of Ignorance. This was the resting place of King Auther, the lost tomb of the chosen king of God, hidden deep within the belly of the valley. The discovery took Acus by surprise.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    According to history books, the burial site of King Auther was lost over time after the collapse of the first Empire, and subsequent generations had only limited knowledge of that era. The information that remained was fragmented and incomplete, leaving much to be lost and forgotten.


    In front of Acus was a boulder that blocked the passageway and stood in his path. This was unacceptable, and Acus was determined to uncover the secrets that lay beyond. The lost tomb of King Auther was within reach, and Acus was determined to uncover its hidden treasures, no matter what lay in his way.


    "Dammit! This is bullshit! Aaahh!" Acus exclaimed as he violently pounded the boulder with his bare hands, his skin quickly tearing from the rough surface. Despite his efforts, the boulder would not budge, and it became clear that he would not be able to enter the tomb of King Auther anytime soon.


    The tomb of King Auther, the legendary king who wielded the power of God, was just beyond that boulder, its riches and treasures untouched since ancient times. It was a frustrating setback, and anyone would have been incensed at the situation.


    King Auther was an epic hero who brought mankind out of the Age of Ignorance and into the Age of Civilization. He was widely renowned, with tales of his might passed down from generation to generation, even children having heard of his glory. Bards sang songs in his honor, and countless books were written about his life and deeds. King Auther was a figure of great reverence, his existence second only to God. And even now, centuries later, he lived on in the memories of millions.


    Acus was a powerful lord, the third ruler of Harold City, known for his cunning mind and intelligence, unlike his forefathers who were known for their physical strength. He had spent a great deal of his family''s wealth and resources to uncover the lost tomb, which he thought belong to a noble of the ancient era. But it turnout to be of King Auther, who was said to have been buried with the sword of God, Excalibur, and the flame that never died. The tomb was said to contain countless treasures from the ancient Holy Empire, gear, relics, and other precious items that would be invaluable in the present time.


    Acus had been preparing for this moment for years, keeping the exploration a secret from the rest of the world. He had taken precautions to avoid any traps that may have been set in the tomb and sent slaves ahead to clear the path. He finally reached the entrance to the tomb, but was stopped by a large boulder blocking the way. Despite his attempts to smash the boulder, his skin was torn and bleeding from the rough surface.


    The lord was beyond frustrated and furious, so close to his goal and yet so far. He took a deep breath and told his men to return to the surface and let the artisans do their job, promising that he would eventually enter the tomb of the king of God. However, as he stepped out of the tomb, he was met with the worst of news. The lord of Frith had encircled his men with a larger army.


    Acus was consumed by wrath upon hearing this news, and in a fit of rage, he jabbed the guard who brought him the news. Despite his anger, he was also relieved, as the physical release of his emotions helped to calm his mind. He puffed out a sigh of frustration and prepared himself for the inevitable battle that lay ahead. The lord of Harold was determined to claim the treasure of King Auther and make his mark in history as a powerful ruler who succeeded where others had failed.

 Chapter 40 Ancient Tomb 1

    The sudden appearance of the Frith soldiers created a sense of unease among Acus and his men. It was clear that their intention was not just to block their escape, but to intimidate them.


    However, Acus was not easily intimidated. He knew the dynamics of power between the different city-states in the Fith Star Alliance. Frith City-State was the largest city-state while Harold City-State, where Acus was the Lord, was the second-largest. The city-states within the Fith Star Alliance had laws in place to ensure unity and defend against external threats.


    However, behind the facade of unity and cooperation, the city-states, including Frith and Harold, had their own ambitions and schemes. They were cunning and operated in the shadows, always looking for opportunities to expand their influence and power.


    Acus was aware of the political landscape and was not about to be swayed by Frith''s tactics. He would have to be cautious, but he was determined to see his plan through and uncover the treasures within the lost tomb of King Auther.


    The Lord of Harold, also known as the third lord, was aware of the situation he was in. He was surrounded by the soldiers of the city-state of Frith, trapping him in. Despite this, he was not afraid, but rather frustrated. He knew that the city-state of Frith was not foolish enough to start a battle against him, as the consequences would be catastrophic. A battle between the two city-states would result in a significant loss for both sides, making them vulnerable to attacks from other surrounding states. The Lord of Harold understood the delicate balance of power and knew that the city-state of Frith would not take such a risk.


    The two lords stood face to face, both with their own thoughts and motivations. Acus, feeling affronted by the lord of Frith''s actions, asked him in a confrontational manner about his intentions. The lord of Frith responded with a smile and a warning, suggesting that he was willing to go against the laws of the Fith Star Alliance in pursuit of the tomb of King Auther.


    This news was a shock to Acus. He had dedicated so much time, resources, and effort into uncovering the secrets of the tomb, and yet he did not even know the true purpose behind it. He was now plagued with the thought that the lord of Frith may have knowledge that he did not, and this thought only fueled his anger and frustration.


    With a deep frown, Acus looked at the lord of Frith and asked, "What do you know about the tomb that I do not?"Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    The lord of Frith simply smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief, and replied, "That, my dear lord Acus, is something that I am not willing to share. But I will say this, the tomb holds secrets beyond what you could possibly imagine, and I will stop at nothing to uncover them."


    The lord of Frith continued, "Your ancestors had discovered the entrance to the tomb, but the curse of King Auther had taken their lives. You, my lord Acus, have found the entrance, but it seems that the curse still holds power."


    Acus sneered, "So, you are saying that the tomb of King Auther is cursed, and that''s why you want it? Don''t make me laugh. I''ve been to the tomb, and I''ve seen nothing that would indicate a curse."


    The lord of Frith chuckled, "Oh, my dear lord Acus, you are so naive. The curse of King Auther is not something that can be seen, it''s something that creeps into one''s mind, it''s something that makes one''s soul shiver with fear. But, if one can overcome the curse, then the treasures of the tomb are theirs for the taking."


    Acus furrowed his brows, "What do you want from me? Why have you come here?"


    The lord of Frith replied, "I want you to join forces with me, to enter the tomb together and claim its treasures. We will split the profits equally, and we will have the strength to defend against any external threats. What do you say, my lord Acus?"


    Acus was deep in thought, he remain his composure and nodded for the lord of Frith to continue with a confuse expression.


    "You''ve been tirelessly digging this grave for three long years now, and yet not a whisper of it has reached the outside world. Don''t you think that''s peculiar?" Lord Altvin sneered with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.


    Acus looked defeated and bitter, and after a moment''s hesitation, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. "Tell me more of your plans?" He wouldn''t have sounded so defeated if his soldiers were there to back him up, but they were all stationed at Harold City and there was no way to summon them.


    Lord Altvin knew that he had to tread carefully and not push too hard. "My terms are quite simple. We explore this tomb together and share the rewards equally. That''s all I''m asking." He tried to sound reasonable and calm, knowing how short-tempered Acus could be.


    "You think you can come in here and demand a share of my wealth after three years of hard labor? You must be mad!" Lord Acus sneered with disdain.


    But Lord Altvin was not easily ruffled. "So, what is it that you want then?" he asked coolly.


    "I want 80% of the treasure," Lord Acus replied with a smirk.


    "That''s highway robbery, Lord Acus. We need to come to a fair agreement," Lord Altvin replied, trying to keep his cool.


    "Fine, 70% then," Lord Acus retorted, growing more heated.


    "No, I won''t budge. Sixty percent is my final offer," Lord Altvin countered, standing his ground. "We''re not talking about just any ordinary tomb. This is the tomb of Auther, the king chosen by the gods. Who knows what riches are waiting for us down there. And there may even be artifacts of immense value."


    "I would prefer an higher split, but I suppose we have to take what we can get," Lord Acus said grudgingly. "Deal."

 Chapter 41 Ancient Tomb 2

    The two most powerful city-states, Frith and Harold, finally came to a compromise and their soldiers joined forces to secure the valley and the tomb of King Auther. The combined forces of Frith and Harold stationed themselves at the entrance of the Sunset Mountains to guard against any potential intruders.


    For Lord Acus of Harold, the agreement was a double-edged sword. On one hand, he had to share his potential wealth with the Lord of Frith. On the other hand, with the aid of the skilled artisans from Frith, the excavation of the tomb progressed much more quickly. In just half a month, they had managed to break through the large boulders blocking the entrance and delve deep into the interior of the tomb.


    As they made their way through the passage, the reality of the brutal journey ahead hit them. The walls were littered with the bloodied remains of those who had fallen to the traps set to protect the tomb. Hundreds of slaves had lost their lives to clear the path, their blood staining the ground.


    The two lords entered a stone chamber filled with crosses and bones, with an estimated count of a thousand bodies. The bones were not a surprise, but what caught their attention were the bodies of nobles, dressed in the once magnificent garments of the Holy Empire.


    It was evident that King Auther was not just any ordinary ruler, as evidenced by the sheer number of people buried alongside him. Even Lord Acus and the Lord of Frith couldn''t help but feel awed by the magnitude of the sacrifices made for the king. It was clear that only someone with immense power and influence could have commanded such loyalty and devotion from his subjects.


    As the journey continued, the two lords found themselves facing more obstacles. The passage ahead was partially blocked by crumbling earth, while another was blocked by a massive boulder. The two lords grew increasingly impatient, urging their artisans to work faster. The boulder, which had once been a source of frustration, was now the target of their hatred.


    But with the help of their tools, the boulder was finally broken, and the lords ordered their slaves to explore the newly discovered passage. This time, there were no traps, and the slaves quickly entered the next chamber.


    The chamber was filled with paintings and statues, depicting the history of the birth of the Holy Empire and the rise of King Auther. The two lords were left speechless, staring in awe at the forgotten history before them. For them, this was a glimpse into the ancient myth and legendary tales that had been passed down for generations. The thrill of seeing history itself was indescribable, and they couldn''t help but be in awe of what they had uncovered.


    The second mural depicted a scene of horrific bloodshed and sacrifice. Countless bodies were depicted, stacked one upon another, with blood flowing like a river. The young man from the first mural stood triumphantly atop the pile of bodies, his fire and sword aloft in victory.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    The two city masters were struck with horror and awe as they gazed upon these murals. They had never seen anything like it before. The level of detail and emotion conveyed in these depictions was nothing short of breathtaking. The middle-aged knight couldn''t help but utter a prayer under his breath, asking for forgiveness for what his ancestors had done.


    For the first time, the true extent of King Auther''s power and the atrocities committed in his name were laid bare for all to see. The city masters couldn''t help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden in this tomb and what else they might discover in the coming days.


    The third mural was a depiction of a great war. It showed armies clashing and a massive battlefield filled with fallen soldiers. The attention-grabbing part was the figure of a young man, now depicted as a king, holding a fire and sword, leading the charge and dominating the battlefield.


    The two city lords and their knights stood in awe, examining the intricate details of the murals. They couldn''t believe what they were seeing, the legends and stories they heard about the rise of King Auther were brought to life right in front of their eyes.


    As they continued to gaze at the murals, they couldn''t help but feel a sense of shock and reverence. They realized that the wealth and treasures they were seeking were nothing compared to the value of this historical discovery.


    "By the grace of the gods, we have stumbled upon the truth behind the rise of the Holy Empire and the legend of King Auther. This is truly a momentous discovery," Lord Altvin declared, his voice echoing through the chamber.


    "This is truly an incredible sight," Altvin said, his voice filled with reverence. "To see the king, the chosen one of God, in such a powerful stance, roaring to the heavens. It''s truly awe-inspiring."


    The scene depicted in the mural was both shocking and breathtaking. The depiction of King Auther standing tall, with the Undying flame in one hand and the God-given sword in the other, was a testament to his might and the favor of God.


    But as they took in the scene, they also couldn''t shake the feeling of unease and fear. The murals depicted not just the greatness and strength of the kingdom, but also its dark side, the mass sacrifices and wars that marked its foundation. The city lords realized that the legends they had heard of the first empire were not just tall tales, but a true reflection of its brutal and powerful history.


    Acus and the rest were horrified as they noticed the first mural. Acus struggled to speak, "Is this...?"


    A guard standing nearby suddenly thought of the forbidden legends surrounding King Auther. It was said that anyone who dared to speak of the taboo would face certain death.


    But before the guard could utter a word, Altvin''s frightened voice boomed across the room, "Stop it! Don''t say it! Don''t even think about it!"


    The guard was immediately silenced, as if a spell had been cast upon him. He regretted ever having been born and felt his legs trembling with fear.


    Despite the legends being dismissed by some as mere myth, the mural before them seemed to confirm the truth of King Auther''s defiance in his later years.


    The guard and the other knights lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look upon the statue any longer. The city lords, too, dared not to gaze upon the depiction, for fear of angering the gods.

 Chapter 42 Ancient Tomb 3

    The city lords of Harold and Frith, respectively, made the decision to cover up the chilling contents of the mural in the Chamber of Death for fear of the wrath of God. The murals and slabs hold truths that could lead to the downfall of empires, and the city lords were concerned about being the first casualties. Instead of rushing to find the treasure, they proceeded with caution to avoid causing any harm to the Chamber of History. Despite their desire for wealth, they were mindful of the potential consequences of their actions and wished to protect the historical significance of the chamber.


    Seven days after their cautious exploration, the city lords finally uncovered the entrance to the final stone chamber, revealing a cavernous space that could fit a city within its walls. Upon entering the chamber, the gravediggers were horrified to find that it was not just filled with hills of gold, silver, and glittering gems, but with the remains of countless individuals who had been bury with the riches of this mythical city of gold. Skeletons littered the ground, some still clutching at their treasures, others twisted in eternal agony. The torchlight shone upon the macabre scene, illuminating the piles of bones and the reflection of the glittering riches in the eyes of the dead.


    "Gaia be blessed, look at all this gold!" the Lord of Harold exclaimed in amazement.


    "It''s a world of gold, enough treasure for us to become kings!" Acus shouted, his senses finally returning to him.


    The two city lords shared a laugh, their hearts racing with excitement and their eyes shining with greed. They could not believe the sheer amount of riches that lay before them, enough to solve world hunger several times over.


    However, their joy was short-lived as they soon became aware of the tension building between their respective soldiers. The atmosphere grew heavy and tense, and the two city lords found themselves unconsciously taking several steps back from one another. They looked at each other strangely, each sensing the other''s greed and distrust.


    The realization that the wealth could cause a rift between them and their forces was palpable, and the two city lords were suddenly unsure of how to proceed.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "Over there, look! I see several torch handles, nestled between the pillars," exclaimed a sharp-eyed knight, pointing towards a distant corner of the cavern.


    With excitement, the lords and their knights quickly rushed over to the torches, and in no time, they had lit the entire cave with a brilliant, blazing light. The fire from the torches was brighter than any other source of light they had ever seen, illuminating the cavern with a dazzling brightness that seemed to outshine even the sun itself. The gold, silver, and gems shone with a brilliance never before seen, and the knights marveled at the sight before them, as if they had stepped into a world bathed in the light of a thousand stars.


    The firelight danced and flickered, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls of the cavern, adding to the eerie beauty of the scene. It was a moment that the knights would never forget, as they basked in the dazzling glow of the untold riches within the Chamber of Death.


    ''''It seems that the founding times hold much more than just gold,'''' Lord Altvin muttered quietly, but loud enough for the ears of Lord Acus to catch his words.


    ¡±The river of time has worn down this chamber, just like the paintings on its walls. Thousands of years old, and yet the torch still burns brightly and the canvas still looks fresh. The ancient skill and wisdom displayed here is far beyond anything seen in this era,'''' Acus bitterly added, as he too was well-versed in many fields of study.


    Most of the wisdom of the Holy Empire had been lost, the reason unknown. Some say that humanity''s knowledge had come too close to that of the gods, and as a result, they suffered divine retribution. The once-great empire plunged into chaos and was never able to regain its former glory. The knowledge that lay hidden within the Chamber of Death was a testament to the incredible wisdom and virtuosity of the ancients, and the two lords couldn''t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the knowledge that lay within their reach.


    The chamber was now fully lit, and the two city lords, along with their men, could finally see the full extent of the cave. The cave was massive, reaching heights of over 100 meters and covering a sprawling area. However, at first glance, only the central area of the cave was visible. As they moved deeper into the chamber, they encountered a high platform, where the piles of gold and gems rose to a level that was slightly elevated from the ground.


    The two city lords and their men approached the high platform, their feet crunching on the sparkling gold beneath them. However, their minds were not on the riches at their feet, but rather on what lay atop the high platform. The air was thick with anticipation as they climbed the steps to reach the summit, their eyes fixated on the unknown. What secrets lay hidden there, just waiting to be discovered?

 Chapter 43 Ancient Tomb 4

    The lords couldn''t believe their eyes as they approached the high platform, the golden mound below their feet seemed to stretch on forever. But what caught their attention was the object sitting atop the platform, it was the Holy Artefact they had heard of in legends and myths.


    The artefact was said to have been created by Gaia himself, and was buried in the resting place of King Auther. This was the legendary sword of kings, Excalibur, along with the flame that drove the enemy of humanity out of their home and burned endlessly. The thought of possessing such powerful objects was overwhelming, they could barely contain their excitement as they gazed upon the shimmering blade with the design of burning waves. And the the undying flame which symbolized the unending power and wealth that the two city lords were about to attain. It was truly a moment of pure awe and wonder, as they stood before the fabled artefact of Gaia.


    The body on the stone platform at the foot of the statue is adorned in fine, ornate garments studded with precious gems. The crown perched on top of its head is made of gold and encrusted with diamonds, sapphires, and rubies. The sword held by its chest is unlike any that the city lords or their men have ever seen before. Its blade shimmers with a light and the handle is wrapped in gold and encrusted with gems of every color. The hilt of the sword is adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes of battle and valor. It is as if the sword has a life of its own, pulsing with a mysterious energy that fills the chamber with its aura.


    The aura surrounding the statue and the body seemed to be otherworldly, like a bridge between the realm of the living and the dead. The sword held by the corpse seemed to be the source of the light, and the lords could feel its power even from a distance.


    They approached the statue cautiously, their minds filled with reverence and awe. The glittering gems on the body and the sword seemed to be alive, pulsing with an energy that defied description. The two city lords could feel their own hearts pounding as they finally reached the foot of the statue and gazed upon the sword in all its glory. The undying flame held in the Statue hands, and Excalibur which lays on the king chest, was more magnificent than anything they had ever seen, and the realization that it was within their grasp was almost too much to bear.


    "Behold, what magnificent beauty we have stumbled upon." Lord Altvin spoke with a regal tone.


    "Indeed, this grand statue stands in reverence to the eternal. A being of divine presence, surrounded by an aura of radiance," Acus echoed in awe.


    "And there, at the foot of this magnificent statue, we see the resting place of a sovereign. Dressed in the finest gems and adorned with a grand crown, the symbol of their authority," Lord Altvin continues.


    "Yes, the sword held firmly to their chest, a symbol of their bravery and valor. A weapon wielded in the defense of their people, a symbol of their unwavering resolve," Acus added with reverence.


    "Look at his face Lord Altvin, so peaceful and serene. As if he''s watching over us, blessing us with his divine presence." Acus whispered in awe, his voice trembling with emotion.


    "Indeed, a moment to be remembered and retold, a treasure to be guarded and protected. A legacy to be passed down through generations," Lord Altvin concluded.


    The two lords stood in silence, lost in their thoughts and the awe-inspiring sight before them. The knights, soldiers, and gravediggers all knelt in reverence, paying their respects to the king and the deity he represented. The aura of holiness and power was felt, filling the cave with a sense of sacredness and reverence.


    It was as if the ancient king and the deity he served were speaking directly to their hearts and souls. Tears streamed down many faces as they basked in the divine light, feeling humbled and unworthy. But at the same time, they were grateful for the privilege of witnessing such a magnificent sight.


    Auther was a legendary figure in the world, remembered for being the first king and for building the True Statue of Gaia. This statue was said to be a manifestation of the will of the gods and was revered by the Holy Church as a symbol of their connection to the divine.


    Acus, filled with a mixture of emotions as he stands in front of the True Statue. Despite his racing heart, he manages to keep his composure and maintain a calm demeanor.


    Lord Altvin in awe of the True Statue and the secrets that it holds. He believes that the statue is not the most important item in the Tomb of King Auther. Instead, he is drawn to the sword that lies within the tomb. The mere sight of the sword causes Altvin to shutter and his eyes to gleam with excitement. He started talking to Acus to calm his nerves.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    But the young Acus Harold was transfixed by the sight of the long sword, known as Excalibur, in front of him. Despite Altvin''s words, he pays no attention to his companion, his eyes locked on the mythical treasure. He can feel his breathing quickening with anticipation.


    Excalibur is a holy artifact, crafted by Gaia, the god of humanity and creation. Its reputation as a sword that could turn a mere boy into a powerful king has made it a source of fascination and longing for many generations. However, the two city lords were initially hesitant to approach the sword. They were aware of the legends and myths surrounding the artifact and feared its power.


    But their greed and desire for the artifact gradually overcame their fear, and the two city lords began to make their way toward the corpse of King Auther.


    His body was still as it had been thousands of years ago, with eyes wide open and a bitter expression on his face. The sword, Excalibur, was plunged deeply into his chest, as if he had fallen in battle. Despite the passage of time, King Auther''s body appeared lifelike and almost as if he were simply sleeping with his eyes opened and could move at any moment.


    The sight of King Auther''s body and the sword, Excalibur, was both serene and eerie.


    Tick, tick. The sound echoed through the musty cave, filling the air with a sense of foreboding. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the gentle pitter-patter of drops hitting the ground. The lords of the city looked down in horror as they saw a thick, ruby-red liquid seeping from the ground. The blood of a man who died centuries ago still flowed fresh and vibrant, a macabre reminder of his existence.


    Altvin couldn''t help but take a step back, fear gripping his heart as he gazed upon the blood. His soldiers muttered nervously among themselves, their hands tightening around their swords as they prepared for the worst. Some of the slaves couldn''t bear the eerie atmosphere of the cave and quickly backed away, ready to flee at the first sign of danger.


    Despite the growing tension, Acus remained steadfast, his eyes fixed firmly on the sword. Some might have called him bold, others foolish, but he stepped forward with determination, driven by a singular purpose. With a swift movement, he reached out and grasped the sword of God, Excalibur. The mere touch of the blade sent shivers down his spine, as if he had been given a glimpse into the world beyond.


    "STOPPED, YOU FOOL!" Altvin yelled, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. Despite the urgency in his tone, his voice was raw and hoarse, as if he had been shouting for hours on end.


    The sword of God, Excalibur, shuddered as if it had been provoked, and a dazzling beam of light erupted from its tip. The light was so intense that it felt as though the entire cave was being consumed by it. Acus Harold, who had been so bold just moments before, was now caught in its grasp, unable to move or escape.


    As the light enveloped him, he tried to struggle, but it was too late. And he too realized the end was here.


    "Farewell." Slowly, he faded away into dust, and his remains were carried away by the wind, his body dispersed into the air like a handful of ashes. It was a sad and deathly end for a man who had dared to reach for the sword of God.


    Altvin stood frozen, watching as the remains of his comrade were carried away by the wind. The cave was silent once again, except for the sound of the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls. The sight of Acus fading away to dust was a haunting reminder of the power of the sword, and a warning of the dangers that lay ahead


    The scene was chaos as the other soldiers and slaves were horrified by the sight of Acus turning to dust. Some of them stumbled backwards in fear, tripping over their own feet and falling to the ground. Others let out roars of terror, their voices echoing through the cave. A few of the knights, realizing the magnitude of the situation, dropped to their knees and started to pray for mercy, begging for divine intervention. The fear was palpable, and it seemed as though the very air was thick with dread.


    The old lord, Altvin, lowered his head as he spoke, his voice bitter with regret.


    "What a foolish man. Mortals simply cannot handle the power of Excalibur, as only God-chosen kings are capable of wielding it. Goodbye, Acus Harold, my nephew." The words carried a heavy weight, as if he was mourning the loss of someone close to him.


    The origin of the Harold and Frith bloodline was the same, and at one time, they had been one family. But now, Altvin stood in the cave, surrounded by death and fear.


    "Buzz."


    The sound echoed through the cave as Excalibur is seemingly stimulated, a bright beam of light erupting from its tip and forming a picture in mid-air. The image depicts the Eden Plains, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. A teenager is seen kneeling in front of a magnificent figure, surrounded by a halo of gray light. The majestic figure hands the teenager a long sword and a burning flame, and the scene shifts to show the teenager growing from boy to man, and from man to hero. Finally, it shows the teenager becoming the first king, and the Excalibur piercing through his chest.


    The soldiers and slaves, as well as Lord Altvin, held their breaths in awe as they gazed upon this ancient scene from the annals of history. Their eyes were heavily fixed on the image, unable to look away as they were drawn into the story playing out before them. The atmosphere was tense, as if the very air was charged with the weight of history and the significance of the moment. The image flickered and disappeared, leaving everyone in the cave to ponder the power and mystery of Excalibur.

 Chapter 44 Carnage

    The spectators stood in awe as they gazed upon the grand spectacle before them. It was a story that had been passed down through the ages, a tale of myth and legend that had become deeply intertwined with the history of their people. A thousand years ago, the first king was chosen by the divine and granted the blessings of Gaia, setting the stage for the prophecy to unfold. Despite the lack of sound, the significance of the moment was palpable, and everyone present felt the weight of the occasion.


    As they watched, the mighty figure of Auther stepped forward, wielding a sword and wielding the fire with grace and power. The sight of him was nothing short of miraculous, and everyone felt a sense of reverence as they beheld the mythical epic unfold. It was from this moment that humanity entered the Age of Civilization, marking the transition from the Age of Obscurity and the birth of the first empire in human history - the Holy Empire.


    Although the Holy Empire may have crumbled soon after Auther''s death, its legacy lived on, serving as a reminder of the regime''s significant role in shaping human history. The scene before them was a testament to this legacy, and the spectators felt privileged to bear witness to the unfolding of this mythical tale.


    As Auther''s life came to an end, the story did not end there. The scene shifted back to the young Auther, and the God Gaia spoke to him with a voice that echoed across the land. "With my many blessings, you will lead humanity into a new era in the future," Gaia proclaimed, and the world trembled at the power of his words. This day was recorded in history, and it would never be forgotten.


    "You must live up to my expectations, and I hope that the world''s power will be passed on when humanity unites. Excalibur holds the key," Gaia continued. Auther listened attentively, his eyes fixed on the deity before him. With a sincere voice, he replied, "I understand. I will not fail you."


    The brief conversation between Auther and Gaia left a profound impact on all those present. Their eyes grew bloodshot, and their breaths became rapid, as the magnitude of the moment sank in. "King Auther might come from the power of the world," Altvin spoke, a smile on his face. Legends say that with just a single blow, he was able to defeat tens of armed men. This was a testament to the power that Auther held, and it only added to the mythos surrounding him.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Suddenly, the light on Excalibur dimmed and the sword leapt out of Auther''s body, tracing a graceful arc through the air before falling under the high platform. Some of those present were overtaken by madness, their eyes wild and frenzied as they rushed towards the sword. At a glance, they saw Excalibur lying on the ground, its silvery lustre shining in the light.


    "Mine! The new chosen of the gods," a middle-aged man screamed like a lunatic, grabbing for the sword. The identity of the city lord was now meaningless, and all that mattered to these people was their own ambition. "The new king will be me," they thought, as they prepared to fight for the coveted weapon.


    The scene descended into chaos, as soldiers and knights clashed in a brutal melee for control of Excalibur. Meanwhile, slaves and artisans scrambled for the gold and silver treasures that lay scattered on the ground, desperate to escape the chaos and bloodshed. It was a mad dash for power and wealth, as everyone fought to secure their place in this new era of civilization.


    The situation quickly escalated, and soon more than a dozen people had fled the scene. More people rushed in, including the soldiers who had been guarding the area. Hearing the commotion, they charged into the cave, joining the slaves in grabbing for as much treasure as they could carry.


    The cave became a battlefield, with blood spilling and staining the ground red. The once gleaming gold was now tinged with the hue of death. In this macabre setting, the darkest aspects of human greed were fully unleashed. Friends and foes alike were indiscriminately slain, with no regard for the consequences.


    In the midst of this killing and looting, a soldier desperately grabbed Excalibur and fled from the cave. However, his escape was short-lived as he was soon hacked to death by his own companions, who were eager to lay claim to the sword. Despite this, Excalibur was taken outside of the cave and into the chaos of the new era that was unfolding.


    The soldiers guarding the valley outside also joined the fray, fighting and killing each other. By the end of the skirmish, thousands of soldiers lay dead, with only a handful remaining. The legendary sword, Excalibur, was nowhere to be seen.


    At first, all eyes were on Excalibur, but in the chaos of the battle, no one had witnessed who had taken the sword. Some even fought without realizing the true significance of the blade and its potential power.


    However, the news of Excalibur''s power soon spread, and the knowledge that it held the power of the late King Auther caused turmoil between nations and empires. Rulers and leaders began to scramble to find the sword, each seeking to obtain its power for themselves. The search for Excalibur became a tale of intrigue, deceit, and bloodshed, as kingdoms fell and rose in pursuit of its power.

 Chapter 45 City of Blood

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    Rico sighed, looking at the destruction around him, and he knew that his plan had failed. He had underestimated the power of greed, the desire for power and control that drives humans to do such terrible things. The sight of the once peaceful valley now littered with bodies and stained with blood was a testament to that.


    He had placed the Three Heaven practice methods in Excalibur with the hope that it would bring the people of Gaia continent together, to move into a new era of enlightenment and peace. But instead, it had sparked a frenzy of violence and destruction.


    Rico could only hope that one day, the people of the Gaia continent would come to understand the true meaning of power, and that it lies not in the acquisition of physical possessions, but in the cultivation of one''s inner self. Until that day, the cycle of violence and destruction would continue, and the world would remain trapped in darkness.


    However, his mission had finally come to fruition. The teachings of cultivation had spread far and wide, but the cost of this growth was yet to be seen. Only time would be able to reveal the extent of the bloodshed that was to come. Following the mysterious and untimely death of Auther, his sixty-second son inherited the throne.


    However, the sudden and peculiar nature of Auther''s death caused widespread fear and panic throughout the Holy Empire, causing the stability of the empire to falter. In response to this growing sense of unease, many of the uninformed masses attributed Auther''s death to the Curse of the Gods and set out to placate the supposed anger of the deities.


    With the full might of the Holy Empire behind them, they journeyed to the sunset mountains to construct a tomb for Auther. They also brought with them the empire''s entire wealth of gold and silver treasures, as well as the legendary Excalibur and the endless flames, all to be stored within the confines of the tomb.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    At the same time as the construction of the tomb, Auther''s sixty-second son also ordered the interment of a substantial number of slaves, all as a part of the elaborate ceremony to appease the wrath of the gods. Despite their fervent beliefs, the enormity of the project demanded a significant investment of manpower and material resources, a burden that the Holy Empire was ill-equipped to bear. This undertaking proved to be the nail in the coffin for the Holy Empire, as the drain on its resources, coupled with the extravagant display of wealth, contributed greatly to its downfall just a few short years after Auther''s death.


    The Holy Empire threw everything it had into the construction of the tomb, expending all of its resources and manpower to complete it. This made the location of the tomb difficult to find, but also sealed the fate of the empire as it reached the brink of ruin. The treasures of gold and silver that were stored within the tomb symbolized the empire''s lavish spending and ultimate downfall.


    As Rico stepped onto the elevated platform, he approached Auther''s remains, only to find that, to his surprise, the body had not decomposed despite the passage of so much time. "Could this be a new effect of Star Dust?" Rico wondered, his curiosity piqued.


    He carefully picked up Auther''s body and teleported it into his castle''s inner sanctum. And in-front of him, he encountered a statue that had been erected in his honor. However, the statue depicted him as he would have looked in his middle-aged years, resembling John a bit too much, which filled Rico with a sense of distaste. In a fit of frustration, he destroyed the statue, leaving only the remnants of his discontent scattered about.


    Settling onto the high platform, Rico gazed out over the surroundings, reflecting on the memories and experiences of Auther. His heart was filled with a sense of nostalgia, as he whispered to himself, "It''s been over a thousand years."


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 Chapter 46 Excalibur

    As Rico disappeared into the horizon, a massive influx of individuals from various backgrounds and social standings converged upon the sunset mountains. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the winding trails as they rushed to the scene. Some were simple peasants from nearby villages, others were affluent nobles, and still others were from the bustling Frith Star cities.


    When they arrived at the site, they were met with the sight of countless dead bodies and treasures scattered about. The initial shock soon gave way to utter madness as they descended upon the gold gems, scooping them up by the handfuls in a frenzy. The gold was incredibly rare, even in the known world, and its discovery sent ripples of excitement throughout the crowd. Despite the waves of looters that had already swept through the tomb, it still gleamed with an otherworldly aura, its gold veins glowing in the fading light of day.


    However, this was just the beginning. The Frith Star was situated between two powerful empires, the Holy Church and the Assyrian Empire, and it wouldn''t be long before their interests collided


    The news of the discovery of the tomb of the "king chosen by God" and the legendary artifacts within, Excalibur it¡®s world-altering power, quickly spread across the land like wildfire. People were astounded by the news and it quickly gained widespread notoriety, spreading rapidly throughout both the Assyrian Empire and the Holy Empire. The incredible nature of the discovery only fueled the spread of the rumor, and soon it had crossed the entire continent.


    The Assyrian Empire, once known as the "City of Kings", a powerful nation that had risen to prominence after the collapse of the Holy Empire. Which had split into two distinct entities, the Assyrian Empire and the Holy Empire, each vying for control and influence over the surrounding territories. The news of the discovery of the tomb and its treasure only added fuel to the already intense power struggles between the two nations.


    The Assyrian Empire dominated the heart of the continent, residing in the fertile Eden Plain. After the fall of a previous regime, the Holy Empire shifted its territory to the east and became the reigning superpower in the eastern world. The prosperity of the new Holy Empire was largely due to its advantageous location on fertile land.


    As the continent''s top power, the ancient Holy City of the Assyrian Empire, also known as the City of Rebirth, flourished with wealth and culture. The city was renowned for its architectural heritage, showcasing the skill and creativity of its builders. The intricate designs and grand structures were a testament to the city''s affluent past.


    In addition to its architectural wonders, the people of the City of Rebirth were also known for their traditional attire. The intricate clothing, with its rich colors and elaborate patterns, reflected the deep cultural roots of the city.


    The city was also known by another name, the City of Gods. This was due to the city''s religious significance and the presence of numerous temples dedicated to the worship of the ancient deities, and the main God Gaia. The city was a place of pilgrimage for people from all over the continent, who came to pay homage to the gods and seek their blessings.


    A millennia ago, the shores of the Eden River played host to a significant moment in history. It was here that Auther, the King chosen by divine providence, received the gift of the God of Creation, Gaia. This gift marked a turning point for humanity, leading it out of the shadows of obscurity and into a new age of enlightenment.


    Due to its significance, the City of God holds a prominent place on the continent. The power of the Assyrian Empire, which governs the city, is formidable, a reflection of the city''s importance.


    One of the most striking features of the City of God is the towering Church, which stands tall above all other buildings in the city. Despite the city''s affluence, the palace is not the tallest or most magnificent structure. This distinction belongs to the Church, a testament to the reverence the people of the city have for their faith.


    The Church, built to the exact specifications of the Assyrian emperor, remolding the ancient church of old, serves as a symbol of the empire''s religious devotion. The grandiose structure is a hub of religious activity, attracting people from all over the continent to seek solace and spiritual guidance. The Church''s towering spires, intricate carvings, and beautiful stained glass windows are a testament to the wealth and creativity of the empire and its people.


    The Assyrian Empire has a rich history spanning over 900 years, and it is currently experiencing a period of great prosperity and power. This is largely due to the visionary leadership of Emperor Dracule, who ascended to the throne after defeating the previous emperor in a power struggle.


    Under Emperor Dracule''s rule, the empire underwent significant changes, including the renovation of the Church, which was renamed the New Church. Despite the changes, the underlying religious beliefs and practices of the empire remained unchanged.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Emperor Dracule was a talented leader who possessed a unique blend of charisma, intelligence, and military prowess. He led the Assyrian Empire to new heights, successfully annexing three kingdoms and numerous smaller states in a swift and decisive move. This expansion solidified the empire''s power and dominance, radiating its strength from the Eden Plain and resisting the influence of the Holy Church.


    The emperor''s leadership and military prowess also inspired a sense of pride and unity among the people of the empire. The Assyrian Empire, under Emperor Dracule''s rule, became a force to be reckoned with, respected and feared by its neighbors and rivals.


    Emperor Dracule was a man driven by ambition and constantly on the lookout for his next conquest. His sights were set on a new target: the tomb of Auther, the King Chosen by God.


    Just four days after the birth of the Sword of God, the Marquis of Darius City, who was responsible for gathering intelligence, arrived at the palace to meet with Emperor Dracule. With a salute, Darius addressed the emperor, calling him "Your Majesty".


    The position of emperor was both respected and dangerous. Emperor Dracule was constantly busy with government affairs and aware of the ever-present threat of betrayal. Despite these challenges, he remained focused on his goals, determined to secure the legacy of the Assyrian Empire and solidify his own place in history.


    Emperor Dracule looked up in surprise when he saw Darius enter. "Marquis Darius, what brings you here at this hour?¡°


    Darius bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, do you remember King Auther? The founder of the Holy Empire, the mythical hero who inspired mankind to enlightenment?"


    Emperor Dracule''s expression softened as he thought of the legendary king. "Of course, who on this continent hasn''t heard of him? Why do you mention him?"


    Darius continued, "Your Majesty, I have some exciting news. King Auther''s tomb has been discovered in the Sunset Mountains of the Frith Star Alliance."


    Emperor Dracule was taken aback. "Really? The history books say that King Auther died because of his disrespect to the gods and his body burn to ease the gods wrath. How could his tomb have been found?" he asked, his tone reflecting his skepticism.


    Darius nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty, it is a surprising discovery. Our scouts have reported that the tomb is in good condition and that there are many valuable treasures inside. I believe this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our empire to reclaim its glory and honor King Auther''s legacy."


    Emperor Dracule leaned back in his throne, deep in thought. "This news indeed requires careful consideration. I will gather my advisors and we will discuss it further. In the meantime, I want you to send a team of trusted soldiers to secure the tomb and keep a watchful eye on the Frith Star Alliance. We cannot let this opportunity slip through our hands."


    Darius bowed again ¡°That is not all my king.¡±


    "Your Majesty, allow me to correct these old folklores. His body still rests in his tomb, undisturbed, and along with it lies the legendary weapon, Excalibur. This sword, which was crafted by the gods themselves, a sacred artifact, with immense power and significance.


    Darius'' voice trailed off for a moment, as if he were hesitant to continue. But he pressed on, his excitement growing. "And, there is something more that you must know, Your Majesty. The rumors state that whoever possesses Excalibur will inherit the power of King Arthur himself, capable of controlling the very forces of the world and achieving immortality. The mere thought of unlocking such power sends shivers down my spine." Despite the potential danger that came with attracting the attention of the Holy Empire, Darius could not help but let his excitement shine through.


    "Is this truly the case?" Dracule''s outburst was explosive, sending his luxurious chair flying backward as he jumped to his feet in excitement. Papers and a feather pen scattered in the wake of his sudden movement, forgotten in the face of this new information.


    He was consumed by thoughts of the immense power that could potentially be his. "The old Knight claimed to have seen the first king attain enlightenment from Gaia, and even claimed to have heard the voice of a deity. He said that the power to rule over humanity lies within Excalibur. I implore you to strive for greatness, to save all of humankind, and to spread this knowledge throughout the world."


    Dracule''s energy was sensational, his mind consumed by the prospect of the power he could possess. "Where is this man? Bring him to me at once!" he demanded, his voice ringing with authority. No one could remain calm in the face of such temptation, and Dracule was no exception.


    "Your Majesty, the man is on his way and currently in Lionheart City," Darius reported, his voice urgent. "However, it will take three more days before they reach the capital. We are still searching for Excalibur, but I promise to leave no stone unturned in our efforts to locate the Sword of God."


    Dracule''s expression was resolute as he commanded, "Find Excalibur, no matter the cost. I am the one who is destined to become the King chosen by God." He swept his hand through the air, punctuating his statement with a bold gesture. The power and determination in his voice left no room for doubt as to his conviction.


    And with that, Dracule set into motion a massive effort to locate the Sword of God. Thousands of soldiers marched out across the land, searching every nook and cranny, leaving no place unchecked in their quest for Excalibur. The kingdom buzzed with excitement, with whispers of the potential power that could be wielded by their ruler spreading like wildfire.


    As the search continued, the stakes grew higher and the tension rose. Would they find the Sword of God? Would Dracule be able to attain the power of a god and rule over all of humanity? The fate of the kingdom hung in the balance, and the answer remained shrouded in mystery.


    The marching of thousands of feet echoed through the land, signaling the start of an epic quest. What will become of this search for Excalibur? Only time will tell.

 Chapter 47 The Face of God

    The news of the discovery of King Arthur''s tomb spread far and wide, causing excitement and agitation among those who heard it. The Holy Empire, known for its devout following of Gaia, the God of Creation, was one of the first to receive the report. This was a particularly significant event for the Holy Empire, as they saw themselves as the rightful custodians of all holy artifacts, including the sword Excalibur, which was said to have been bestowed upon King Arthur by Gaia.


    In response to the news, the Pope, the highest authority in the Holy Empire, issued a directive to immediately embark on a mission to secure the tomb and retrieve Excalibur. The Pope deemed the sword to be of the utmost importance, and he could not rest until it was in the hands of the Holy Empire.


    To carry out this mission, the Pope sent the most elite and capable holy knights, led by the seasoned and capable Cardinal Titus. These knights were tasked with traveling to the sunset mountains of the Frith Star League, where King Arthur''s tomb was said to be located. The mission was of the utmost importance, and the Pope made it clear that no effort should be spared in securing the tomb. The Holy Empire was determined to demonstrate its strength and devotion to Gaia by acquiring this legendary sword.


    As Cardinal Titus and his team of holy knights arrived at King Arthur''s tomb, they were immediately met with the grim reality of the aftermath of looters and grave robbers. The outside of the tomb was in shambles, with piles of decaying carcasses and an overwhelming stench that filled the air. Despite his noble birth, Titus was not deterred by the unpleasant conditions, and he bravely led his team of knights down into the tomb.


    As they descended, they soon arrived at a spacious chamber filled with intricate paintings and statues that depicted various tales and legends. Despite the looting that had taken place, the room was still in pristine condition, with the paintings and murals remaining untouched. The sight was a surprising one, as looters and grave robbers were known to have little regard for the historical significance of the artifacts they took. Yet, here, the paintings and murals remained unscathed, a testament to the reverence and fear that still surrounded the tomb.


    No one dared to damage or take the paintings, as they were considered to be sacred and holy artifacts. The fact that the paintings remained untouched was a testament to the power and significance of the tomb, and served as a reminder of the rich history and legends that surrounded King Arthur and his kingdom. Even in the face of looters and grave robbers, the tomb of King Arthur remained an awe-inspiring and revered place, full of mystery and wonder.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Tirus, the fearless leader of the holy knights, gazed upon the striking murals in the chamber, reading the tales of old with a deep and unwavering conviction. His voice, like the roar of a lion, was low and powerful, expressing his arrogance and unwavering faith in Gaia, the God of Creation.


    "The stories of the old did not lie," Tirus proclaimed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "The King faced off against Gaia thyself." Tirus was not afraid of the images depicted on the murals, for he was a righteous believer, willing to die in the name of Gaia.


    Tirus quickly issued an order to summon one of his men and inform them to bring the holy texts to the church. This was a sign from God, and it was of the utmost importance that the information be shared with the rest of the faithful. Tirus then confidently strode towards the last stone room, his ultimate goal in coming down to the tomb.


    The surroundings of the last stone chamber were the most chaotic, with decaying corpses and thick ooze covering the floor. The air was thick and heavy, carrying the unpleasant scent of iron and decay. The chamber was also dark and cramped, like a hermetic cave, making it difficult to move around. Despite the conditions, Tirus was not deterred, for his unwavering faith in Gaia fueled his determination to reach the final room and complete his mission.


    Tirus gritted his teeth and pushed through the putrid air, making his way towards the high platform at the center of the room. But as soon as he reached it, his body froze with shock and disbelief.


    In front of him was a pile of rubble, and the statue of Gaia, which should have stood tall and proud, was now shattered into pieces. Tirus'' body shook with anger and frustration. The statue of Gaia was of immense importance to the Holy Empire, as it symbolized their beliefs and held immense power. The statue was also a key component in their mission to publicize their beliefs and gain even more power and influence.


    Tirus was sent on this mission at a critical moment, when the entire Holy Empire was searching for the mythical sword, Excalibur. And yet, despite the significance of his mission, he was sent to retrieve the statue of Gaia, yet it had been destroyed by others. This was an unacceptable outcome for Tirus, and his disappointment and frustration were visible.

 Chapter 48 The Holy Knight

    Tirus was livid with anger, and his voice boomed through the ruined chamber like a thunderclap. He could not believe that someone had dared to defile the statue of Gaia, and he was consumed with a desire to find the culprit and bring them to justice.


    "Who dare to blasphemy against God and destroy the True Status? Who is this audacious sinner who is not afraid of being cursed or facing the wrath of Gaia and the Holy Empire?" Tirus roared, his once calm and collected demeanor now replaced by the madness of anger.


    However, a young knight stepped forward, cautiously trying to reason with Tirus. "Master Bishop, Excalibur has not been found yet. Isn''t it too hasty for us to divert our attention to finding the person responsible for destroying the statue?" The young knight was the son of a noble, and like many young Holy Knights, he was devout in his beliefs, but he also held a great passion for finding the legendary sword.


    Tirus took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He knew that the young knight was right, and they had a more pressing matter at hand. But he couldn''t shake the anger and frustration he felt over the destruction of the statue of Gaia, and he vowed to find the culprit and bring them to justice, no matter what it took.


    A young man rushed into the chamber like a mad man, ¡°My lords the holy sword have been taken by people of the neighboring empire.¡± He said as he bowed on his knees.


    Tirus was taken aback by the news he had just received. He was informed that the sword, which was a sacred artifact bestowed upon them by their deity, the Great God Gaia, was taken by a blasphemy. The thought of it being in the wrong hands filled him with rage and determination. He immediately made up his mind to retrieve the sword and find the individual who dared to take it.


    Tirus gathered his troops, the devout Knights of Gaia, and declared his intentions. The knights were equally outraged and couldn''t believe that someone would have the audacity to desecrate their holy artifact. Tirus didn''t have to give a long speech, as his subordinates knew their duty as believers of Gaia.


    Without wasting any time, the knights scattered from the sunset mountains, each one taking a different direction in their search for the blasphemer. Tirus watched as his loyal followers disappeared into the horizon, determined to bring justice to the Great God Gaia.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    As Tirus was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something that had been bothering him. He walked over to the stone platform where Auther''s body was placed and noticed a drop of blood on the surface. This was strange because the platform was considered sacred and was always kept pristine. People had a certain respect for it and never dared to defile it.


    "Absurd, why is there blood here?" Tirus muttered to himself, feeling alarmed by the unexpected discovery. He couldn''t believe that someone would dare to defile this sacred place, and his mind raced with questions.


    The blood was in a state between solid and liquid, almost resembling a red jelly.


    Tirus couldn''t believe what he was seeing. He wondered if this could be the blood of King Auther, the former owner of the sword Excalibur. The thought filled him with awe and a sense of reverence. Tirus knew he couldn''t leave the blood there, so he quickly covered it with his cape and waited for his men to return. He planned to send the sample to the Institution of Fire, an organization dedicated to exploring the unknown and seeking the truth.


    This small discovery marked a significant moment in Tirus''s quest to retrieve the Excalibur. Although it was just a small battle in the larger scheme of things, it had an impact that reached far beyond what Tirus could have imagined.


    The Frith Star Alliance was situated between two great powers, the Holy Empire and the Assyrian Empire. Initially, the Holy Empire was in a better position to acquire the sacred sword, Excalibur, as it was closer to the Frith Star Alliance. However, their efforts to track down the blasphemy who broke the statue of god drained their resources, and they were unable to compete for the sword effectively. This presented an opportunity for the Assyrian Empire to obtain Excalibur.


    In no time, the sword was brought to the City of Rebirth, the capital of the Assyrian Empire, where it was placed in the hands of King Dracule the First. Upon seeing the sword, Dracule was filled with joy and eagerly picked it up. He was amazed by the sword''s weight, which was as light as a feather, yet it was made of an alloy that could chop iron like mud. Dracule held the sword in one hand and pulled out his sabre with the other. With one swift strike, he slashed against Excalibur, and to his amazement, his sabre was cleanly cut in two. The split was as smooth as a mirror scratch, a testament to the sword''s incredible strength and sharpness.


    The acquisition of Excalibur marked a turning point in the power dynamics of the region, and King Dracule the First was determined to use it to solidify his power and secure the future of the Assyrian Empire

 Chapter 49 The Sword of Kings

    "Hahahaha! This truly is a mighty sword, a gift from the gods themselves. The holy artifact, Excalibur!" King Dracule laughed manically as he held the sword aloft. But his joy was short-lived as he realized that the sword was not living up to its reputation as the key to becoming a chosen king of God.


    "Your Majesty," Darius, who had aided him in acquiring the sword, spoke up. "I believe it might be because you have not received the blessing of the Creator. Perhaps you should offer a prayer to the gods."


    King Dracule nodded in agreement, feeling that Darius''s suggestion made sense. He immediately gave the order to the Pope to prepare for a ceremony. "I will offer a prayer to the Creator and ask Gaia to grant me the power of the late King Auther." King Dracule declared, his eyes shining with determination.


    With the ceremony and prayer to the gods, King Dracule hoped to receive the blessing of the Creator and unlock the secrets of Excalibur.


    The concept of acquiring the power of the world might seem like a complex and convoluted process to those who are unfamiliar with the method. But in reality, it''s a relatively simple task that only requires one to close their eyes and focus their mind for a short while. Though, for those who do not possess the knowledge of how to access this power, it can seem as impossible as reaching the sky.


    Darius''s suggestion played a crucial role in bringing Dracule closer to unlocking the power of Star Dust, The Three Heavens. Before the rebellion led by Dracule, the Church and the Imperial Family held equal power, but following the successful uprising, the Church is now under the rule of the Royal Family, with Dracule at the helm. This shift in power structure has elevated the royal power above the theocratic power in the Assyrian Empire, solidifying the concept that the emperor holds greater power than the Pope.


    As soon as the Emperor issued his command, the Pope of the newly established Church promptly summoned the high-ranking members of the Church, following the ancient regulations.


    The ritual of truth, an age-old ceremony practiced by the Holy Empire to pray to Gaia, was underway. As Dracule closed his eyes and focused his mind, his excitement slowly dissipated. He clutched Excalibur tightly in his hand, and as he did, the knowledge of The Three Heavens was transferred into his mind, filling it with new information.


    Dracule''s body acted unconsciously, following the instructions of the cultivation technique he had learned. The galaxy web created by Rico, which had previously served as a tool for absorbing Star Dust, now came into play. A large amount of the magical substance was drawn into Dracule''s body, infusing him with its power.


    Star Dust, with its incredible magical properties, had a transformative effect on Dracule. Upon entering his body, it spontaneously began to enhance his cells and alter his physical form, strengthening and rejuvenating him from within.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    The transformation that took place within Dracule seemed to occur in the blink of an eye, but from the perspective of those who were observing him, it was a much more lengthy process. As he emerged from his meditation, the night had already fallen and his courtiers, who had been waiting anxiously, were still seated in their places.


    Stepping forward, his most loyal ministers and trusted confidants couldn''t help but inquire about his well-being. "Your Majesty, how do you feel?" they asked in unison. These ministers, who had been hand-selected by Dracule, were privy to his vow to share the power of the world with them should he be successful in acquiring it.


    Dracule remained silent, his eyes closed as he took a moment to sense the changes that had taken place within him. He was the first person after Rico to successfully practice the Three Heavens, and he was also the second person to cultivate using the Galaxy web. It was clear that his body was perfectly suited for absorbing Star Dust, possibly due to his connection to Gaia as one of its children. The enhancement from the Star Dust was incredibly effective, awakening new abilities within him that even Rico had never anticipated.


    As the ministers watched on, Dracule''s eyes remained closed and he made a violent wave of his hand. At the same time, the soldiers guarding the area felt something was amiss, as the weapons they held in their hands suddenly trembled before being lifted into the air. They flew towards the sky, only to fall back to the ground moments later, clattering against one another in a chorus of metal on metal.


    With a fierce roar, Dracule proclaimed, "This is the power of a transcendent being, a God!" He had just awakened a new ability - the control of metal. This ability was unique to him and even Rico, who was known for his mastery of the Three Heavens, had not discovered it. The awe-inspiring display of power left those in attendance stunned and filled with reverence for the emperor''s newfound abilities.


    Rico was taken aback by Dracule''s newfound abilities and was amazed that he was able to awaken such powers. It was clear that the humans of Gaia were indeed different from their earthly counterparts.


    As the courtiers witnessed the magical display, they all fell to their knees in respect and proclaimed, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have obtain the power the Gods." Dracule, being a talented and narcissistic emperor, let out a wild laugh, basking in the applause of his subordinates.


    However, his joy was short-lived as he noticed the longing in the eyes of his courtiers. They yearned for the power of the Three Heavens, hoping to become more than mere mortals. Dracule, who was known for his pride, was reminded of his promise to share the power of Excalibur with his subordinates. Before he had obtained this power, he had indeed pledged to share the power of the Three Heavens with those who served him loyally.


    Dracule''s mind was consumed by his newfound power, and he found himself unable to shake the thought of retaining it all to himself. He was filled with a sense of superiority and grandeur, a feeling that only he deserved to have this kind of godly power. The thought of sharing it with anyone, let alone his subordinates, was becoming increasingly unbearable to him. He couldn''t help but think that if they were to obtain the power of heaven, they would be on equal footing with him, and that was simply unacceptable. He was determined to hold onto the power he had gained, to keep it all to himself. The thought of sharing it with anyone was a notion he had firmly rejected, and his previous promises to his subordinates were now but a distant memory.

 Chapter 50 Dawn of an Era

    In the 1117th year of the silver calendar, a significant event took place that would alter the course of history. Emperor Dracule of the Assyrian Empire was gifted with the holy sword and after a devout prayer to the divine, he gained the power to rule the world. This power awakened an extraordinary ability within him - the power to control metal.


    Dracule was overflowing with ambition, and to signify the new era, he changed the calendar and declared the first year of the divine calendar. He proclaimed himself as the second king chosen by God, following King Auther, and sent envoys to all the major empires on the continent, demanding their surrender.


    With the acquisition of the power of the Three Heaven Cultivation Method, Dracule''s self-confidence was elevated to an unprecedented level. He no longer paid any heed to other nations and his newfound power was strengthened by Excalibur. He was now a force to be reckoned with, and the world would never be the same again.


    After discovering the coveted method of cultivation through the mouth of Dracule, the specialized ministers of Dracule eagerly requested the secrets of the Three Heavens technique. Dracule had made a vow to these ministers, promising to grant them access to his immense power. However, upon cultivating more power, Dracule''s ego inflated, and he had no intention of honoring his prior promise.


    Initially, as the ministers approached Dracule with subtle inquiries, he was able to brush them off with ease. But as the demand for the cultivation method grew, so did Dracule''s wrath. The once composed leader became increasingly irate, and began a ruthless killing spree that left hundreds of ministers and nobles dead in his wake.


    The ministers were left in shock and disbelief, realizing too late that Dracule had never had any intention of sharing his powers with them. They now understood the true nature of the once revered leader, and the full extent of his brutal and unwavering resolve.


    However, by this point, it was evident that their attempts were futile. Dracule had fully awakened his metal control ability and was now mastering the secrets of the Three Heavens. Armed with his indestructible sword and newfound power, there was nothing that could stand in his way.


    In a desperate attempt to stop him, some of the ministers resorted to poisoning Dracule, hoping to bring an end to his reign of terror. However, even the most potent of toxins were powerless against him. Instead, the attempts only served to further enrage Dracule, leading to even more tragic deaths among the ministers.


    Such was the way of the world. Power often corrupts, and even the most virtuous of individuals can be tempted by its allure. The once just emperor had now become a monstrous tyrant, wielding his immense strength with no regard for the lives of those around him.


    As Dracule''s power grew, so too did his arrogance and caution. He no longer trusted those closest to him, including the ministers he once trusted, the women he claimed to love, and even his own family members. The only person he placed his faith in was himself.


    Through his iron-fisted rule, Dracule crushed any opposition within the Assyrian Empire, leaving the people with no choice but to submit to his dictatorship. Fearful of his wrath, they dared not to resist or speak out against him.


    In his quest for domination, Dracule sent envoys to other city-states and empires, demanding their surrender. Despite being treated well by these nations, no one dared to agree to his demands. The fear of facing the wrath of the powerful emperor was too great, but they still chose to maintain their independence, no matter the cost.


    The only nation that dared to openly challenge Dracule was the Holy Empire. This bold move was not without cause, as the relationship between the two empires had long been fraught with conflict. The root of this tension was the existence of the True Status within the Assyrian Empire, which the Holy Empire lacked. This superiority was further compounded by the claims of the New Church, established by Dracule himself, that it was the true representative of Gaia, and that the Holy Empire was nothing more than a sham.


    The New Church was established with the goal of eradicating the influence of the Holy Empire within the Assyrian Empire and strengthening the power of the emperor. With the Church as a powerful tool, Dracule hoped to make it easier to conquer the Holy Empire in the future.


    Before the establishment of the New Church, the Holy Empire held sole dominance over the continent. But with the rise of the New Church and the power it wielded, the Holy Empire was forced to contend with a new, formidable adversary. This dynamic set the stage for ongoing conflict and strife between the two empires, as each vied for dominance over the other.


    The audacity of Dracule was clear for all to see. He was not intimidated by the might of the Holy Empire or the wrath of God. This boldness was not a recent development, but was rooted in his ambition and thirst for power that had long been brewing within him.


    When Dracule''s envoy arrived in Norwich, the capital city of the Holy Empire, the pope refused to see them, instead choosing to have them thrown on the torture rack and accused of witchcraft. This act was considered a direct affront to the traditions of the Gaia continent, which held that killing a messenger was immoral and would erode trust among allies.


    News of this atrocity spread quickly and sparked outrage throughout the Assyrian Empire. When the fearless Emperor Dracule learned of the events in Norwich, he was consumed by anger and immediately declared war on the Holy Empire. He was determined to vanquish his rivals and establish his dominance over the entire continent.


    With his formidable army at his command and his unbreakable will to conquer, Dracule set out on his quest to defeat the Holy Empire and secure his place as the most powerful ruler on the Gaia continent.


    The clash between the two empires was a sight to behold. The clashing of steel, the roar of war drums, and the battle cries echoed across the land. The once peaceful countryside was transformed into a battlefield, with both sides determined to emerge victorious.


    Dracule''s army, with its 300,000 strong labourers, was a formidable force. The presence of Dracule the First, with his indomitable spirit and powerful ability to control metal, made the army seem almost unbeatable. Despite the best efforts of the Holy Empire, the Assyrian army managed to break through the first line of defence, and the battle shifted into the heart of the Holy Empire.


    The battle between the Holy Empire and the Assyrian Empire was a fierce and bloody one, with both sides fighting for their lives. As Dracule led the charge, his army of 300,000 strong labourers behind him, he wielded the power of metal control to devastating effect.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    With every swing of his Excalibur, Dracule sliced through the ranks of the Holy Empire''s soldiers, sending them flying through the air like ragdolls. The ground shook with each impact as he summoned massive metallic constructs to crush his enemies, their screams filling the air.


    He cut through them like a hot knife through butter, leaving a trail of death and destruction in his wake.


    The battlefield was awash with the blood of the fallen, and the air was thick with the cries of the wounded and the dying.


    The Holy Empire, however, was not one to be underestimated. With their last 400,000 strong soldier, they fought with everything they had. The two sides were evenly matched, and the battle lasted for days, with neither side gaining the upper hand.


    The battlefield was an unforgettable sight of horror and bloodshed. As Dracule''s metal control ability took hold, weapons became useless against him, and soldiers of the Holy Empire were cut down one after the other. The clash of metal was almost deafening, but it was the sound of desperate screams that echoed the loudest.


    The Holy Empire soldiers tried to fight back with all their might, but to no avail. Their swords bent and broke in their hands, armor crumpled, and shields shattered like glass under the pressure of Dracule''s metal control. The tide of battle shifted quickly, and the once confident troops of the Holy Empire found themselves retreating in fear and desperation.


    As the troops of the Assyrian Empire continued their relentless attack, the city walls shook, and the gates crumbled under the weight of their advance. In the face of such overwhelming power, the Holy Empire had no choice but to beg for assistance from other nations.


    The special envoys went from country to country, spreading tales of Dracule''s power, and the threat he posed to all the nations of the Gaia continent. They enticed other countries with the prospect of sharing in the power of the kingdoms and together, facing the oncoming assault of the Assyrian Empire. In the end, the call for aid was heard, and the fate of the Holy Empire was left in the hands of their allies.


    This momentous event quickly became a turning point in the history of the Gaia continent. The once simple conflict between the Holy Empire and the Assyrian Empire had escalated into a full-blown world war, with nations across the land scrambling to align themselves with one side or the other. The stakes were higher than ever before, as the outcome of the war would determine the future of the entire continent.


    As the armies began to converge on the city of Norwich, the anticipation and tension could be felt throughout the land. The kings of each country had their own motivations for joining the war, some driven by ambition, some by fear, and others by a thirst for power. But one thing was clear: the outcome of this war would shape the fate of the world for generations to come.


    With Dracule at the head of the Assyrian army, the world held its breath as the two sides clashed in a brutal and bloody battle. The skills and power of the emperor were on full display as he wielded his control over metal to devastating effect, decimating the opposition and sending shockwaves through the enemy ranks.


    For the Holy Empire, the future was uncertain. They had been caught off guard by the sheer force and determination of the Assyrian army, and they now found themselves on the brink of defeat. The special envoys had been sent out in a desperate bid to turn the tide, but it remained to be seen if they would be successful in securing the help they needed.


    The world watched with bated breath as the outcome of the war hung in the balance. For Dracule, victory meant the realization of his lifelong ambition and the chance to establish a new world order. But for the defeated, there would be nothing but defeat, and the end of an era.


    However, as the war dragged on, the reinforcements from the other nations continued to arrive, and the odds were not in Dracule''s favor. Despite his valiant efforts and unparalleled martial prowess, he was facing an insurmountable force. The tide of the battle shifted as the combined might of the hundred nations began to take its toll on Dracule''s army.


    The Hundred Nations War was a conflict that shook the world to its very core. A coalition of nations had banded together to take on the might of the empire led by the fearsome Dracule. Despite the combined forces of the world arrayed against him, Dracule was a formidable opponent and fought fiercely, using his military prowess to launch devastating surprise attacks and conquer territory with ruthless efficiency.


    In the early stages of the war, Dracule led a cavalry charge of 50000 soldiers, catching the armies of thirteen countries off guard. He defeated these forces in swift succession, beheading their commanders and leaving their bodies as a warning to others. The spectacle of six kings and even the emperor of the Babylonian Empire falling to Dracule''s might sent shockwaves through the world and many believed that the war was already lost.


    But the Holy Empire was determined not to give up. They called for help from every corner of the globe, and a hundred nations answered the call. This was no ordinary war, for it was fought by armies from far and wide, each with their own strengths, weaknesses, and motivations. The Hundred Nations War would become a defining moment in the history of the world, shaping the fate of generations to come.


    The battle was a brutal and intense one, with both sides fighting fiercely. The sound of swords clashing and arrows whistling filled the air, accompanied by the battle cries of the soldiers and the cries of the wounded and dying. The sight of blood and bodies littering the ground only fueled the soldiers'' determination to win.


    Despite the odds against him, Dracule''s ability to control metal proved to be a formidable weapon, as he wielded his powers to control the weapons of the enemy and turn them against them. With each clash, the enemy''s ranks thinned, as they fell victim to their own weapons.


    However, the Hundred Nations Allied Forces were not without their own strengths. Their numbers and coordination were their greatest advantage, and as they surrounded Dracule, they gradually wore down his defenses. The sight of Dracule struggling against the relentless barrage of attacks was a moment of hope for the Allied Forces, as they saw an opportunity to defeat the seemingly invincible emperor.


    Despite their best efforts, however, Dracule''s strength and ability proved too much for them, as he broke through their ranks and continued his rampage. The sight of him swinging his sword and controlling the metal around him with ease was a chilling sight for the Allied Forces, and it became clear that this war would not be won easily.


    The final showdown was an epic battle that would go down in history as one of the bloodiest and most intense battles of all time. The Hundred Nations Allied Forces brought their full might to bear, with legions of soldiers, armored knights, and siege engines, all with the goal of capturing Dracule and bringing an end to the war. But Dracule was not one to be taken lightly, with his unmatched strength and mastery of metal control, he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.


    As the two armies clashed, the ground shook beneath their feet and the skies were filled with the sounds of clanging metal and war cries. Dracule was in his element, using his power to control the weapons of his enemies, twisting and turning them against their own wielders. The sight was horrifying, as thousands of men were cut down by their own weapons, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake.


    Despite their best efforts, the Hundred Nations Allied Forces could not ensnare Dracule, as he was always one step ahead, outmaneuvering their every move. In the end, it was Dracule who emerged as the victor, his power and cunning having won the day. The alliances was left in disarray, with morale shattered and their soldiers either dead or in full retreat.


    The final stand of the Hundred Nations Allied Forces was in Norwich City, the heart of the Holy Empire. The soldiers who managed to escape the massacre on the battlefield sought refuge within its walls, huddled together in fear and trembling, waiting for the inevitable final showdown. The mood was somber, with a clear sense of dread and hopelessness permeating the air. The once proud army of a hundred nations was reduced to a shadow of its former self, battered and broken, with no chance of victory in sight.


    Dracule''s victory was absolute. With his mastery over metal, he had decimated the opposition and cemented the might of the Assyrian Empire. The rest of the world cowered in fear of the new ruler, who now had the power to shape the future of the Gaia continent as he pleased. It was clear that there was no stopping him from becoming the supreme lord of the land, a conqueror of nations, and a master of all that lay within his grasp. Or so they thought¡­

 Chapter 51 The Last Bastien

    The Holy Empire of Norwich City was a sight of utter devastation. The streets were filled with the remnants of battle, with bodies strewn about, making a gruesome tapestry of death. The crimson hue of the ground was a testament to the ferocity of the fight, as the forces of the Assyrian Empire and its allies worked tirelessly to clear the fallen from the city.


    Outside the castle was also the same. The atmosphere was one of somber respect, as both sides put aside their differences to honor the dead. The enemy forces moved silently, crisscrossing one another as they carefully lifted the bodies of their fallen comrades and placed them in neat rows, ready to be transported to their final resting place. This was the way of the world in this time of war. The end of battle was not the end of the fight, as the soldiers of both sides took on the arduous task of cleaning up the bodies of their fallen. This was done not only to give their lost brothers a dignified farewell, but also to prevent the spread of disease. The rotting corpses of the fallen posed a threat to the living, and so, in the aftermath of battle, both sides would work together to prevent the outbreak of any plagues.


    The aftermath of the crucial battle was one of chaos and despair. The 100-nation coalition had suffered a devastating defeat at the hands of Dracule, with only a fraction of their forces making it back to the safety of Norwich City''s towering walls. The streets were littered with the fallen.


    The Assyrian Empire''s army was not in much better shape, with only a fraction of the millions of soldiers who had started the battle still standing. The relentless attacks of the allied forces tens of million had taken a heavy toll, and if it had not been for Dracule intervention, the battle may have already been lost.


    War, however, is a cruel mistress, and the price of victory is often just as high as the cost of defeat. Though the battle had only lasted half a day, it took several more to clear the corpses from the battlefield. The sheer number of bodies made it impossible to bury them all in a timely manner, and many were left to rot in the sun. Eventually, fire was used to dispose of the bodies, filling the air with the pungent aroma of burnt flesh. The city of Norwich reeked of death, and the haunting smell was a constant reminder of the horrors of war.


    Despite his victory, Dracule was not unscathed. His wounds from the battle required time to heal, and he needed to rest before he could launch another siege on the city. Meanwhile, both armies were biding their time, taking a moment to recover from the physical and emotional toll of the war.


    The state of the two armies was vastly different, with the Assyrian Empire''s troops exhibiting a sense of pride and accomplishment. Their spirits were high, knowing that they were the victors of the battle. On the other hand, the Holy Empire''s soldiers were in a state of disarray. The lack of troops outside the city walls was a clear indication of their defeat, and their flags hung limply in the air, a symbol of their broken spirit. The soldiers themselves were huddled together, their eyes swollen from exhaustion and their bodies slumped in despair.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    The soldiers of the Assyrian Empire were well aware of the crucial role that their Emperor Dracule played in their victory. Without him, their remaining 100,000 troops would have struggled to defend themselves, let alone unify the continent.


    However, despite their recognition of Dracule''s strength, there were whispers among the troops about their desire for the power of the gods. Some even dared to compare their emperor to legendary kings, marveling at his might on the battlefield.


    Yet, these conversations were not without caution. There was always the fear of speaking too freely, especially when it came to the topic of the power of the gods. The soldiers remembered the fate of General Katyn, who had dared to voice his desires and paid the ultimate price.


    The strength of Dracule only fueled the desire of the troops for the power of the world. It was this desire that ultimately led to the hundred-nation coalition against the Assyrian Imperial Army, with nations hoping to gain control over this coveted power.


    The desire for the power of the world was not limited to the enemies of the Assyrian Empire. In fact, it was a common aspiration among the soldiers of the army as well. When Emperor Dracule declared that the world power would be shared with the nation, and that Excalibur had been handed over to him by his ministers, the desire for power among his people became more palpable.


    However, this desire was kept in check by the violent nature of Dracule. Despite this suppression, the greed for power did not disappear, but instead festered, becoming stronger with each act of violence.


    This desire for power posed a hidden danger within the empire, a threat that could potentially upset the fragile peace that existed. Fortunately, this danger had yet to materialize, as no one dared to show their true intentions in front of Dracule. In comparison, the city of Norwich was much more chaotic, with its soldiers struggling to come to terms with the aftermath of the war.


    This coalition was formed out of a desire for power and to challenge the dominant force of the Assyrian Empire. However, the outcome was not what they had hoped for. Despite their combined forces of 10 million troops, they were unable to defeat the might of the Assyrian Empire and their leader, Dracule. The once-proud leaders of the hundreds of nations that made up this coalition are now lying dead outside the gates of Norwich City, their dreams of power and glory shattered in defeat. The aftermath of the battle is a testament to the devastating power of Dracule and the might of the Assyrian Empire.


    The situation in the alliance was becoming increasingly chaotic and desperate. The people who were once lured by the promise of power were now grappling with the reality of their defeat and the looming threat of Dracule''s army. The split among the alliance members was clear, with some eager to abandon Norwich and flee back to their own kingdoms, while others recognized the dire consequences of such a move.


    Those who opposed leaving argued that surrendering to Dracule''s rule would only lead to a life of oppression and tyranny. They urged their fellow allies to stay and fight, reminding them that the goal of getting the power of the world was still within reach if they stood their ground and showed strength in the face of adversity. Despite the opposing views, the wise men managed to persuade some of those who were ready to flee, to stay and face the impending danger together. However, the future of the alliance and the fate of Norwich remained uncertain as they braced themselves for the final showdown with Dracule''s army.

 Chapter 52 Negotiation

    The situation inside the city of Norwich was chaotic and tense, with soldiers bickering and arguing, causing disorder and confusion within the city walls. Despite the magnificent temple dedicated to the god Gaia, which stood tall and proud within the city, the outside world was a scene of turmoil and commotion. The leaders of various countries, both emperors and princes, were gathered in a heated debate, the atmosphere thick with tension as they each vied for power and control. The discussion was as wild as a tornado, with everyone trying to assert their dominance and make their voices heard, while the statue of Gaia watched over them, a silent witness to the chaos. The once great city was now filled with unrest and uncertainty, as the leaders of the nations struggled to maintain the fragile alliance that was holding the alliance together.


    The tension within the hall was visible, as the leaders of the various kingdoms and empires struggled to come to a consensus. The first Prince of the Babylonian Empire, fueled by fear and desperation, was leading the charge for withdrawal. His words echoed through the hall, stirring up similar sentiments among the other rulers.


    The situation was complicated by the fact that the original leader of the Babylonian Empire, the Emperor, had been caught in Dracule''s trap and beheaded. This added to the unease and instability within the kingdom, as the throne was now empty and the future uncertain.


    Despite the pleas of some wise councillors, who argued that retreating now would only lead to their eventual surrender to Dracule''s tyranny, the possibility of a full-scale withdrawal loomed over the gathering. The thought of facing the madman and his immense power was enough to make even the bravest of soldiers quake in fear.


    "We are in a predicament," the Emperor of Achaemenid continued, "but giving up is not an option. We must find a way to rally our troops and lift their morale. If we stand united, we have a chance against Dracule and his army. Our allies, the smaller kingdoms and Independent City States, must also join us in this fight. We must not let fear control us, or we will surely fall."


    As the discussion continued, the tension in the room grew palpable. The fate of the alliance and their armies hung in the balance, and the consequences of their decisions would determine the outcome of the war. The wise men, who had previously persuaded those who wanted to leave, now stood up to offer their counsel and support. They spoke of the bravery and determination of their soldiers and the importance of maintaining their unity in the face of adversity.


    "We must remember why we are here," one wise man said. "We are fighting for our freedom, for our families, and for our way of life. We cannot let Dracule and his thirst for power destroy all that we hold dear. We must stand together, and we must fight."


    "We are running out of options, but we must find a way to defeat Dracule," the Head Saint added. "His power is beyond our imagination and his army is vast, but we must not give up hope. The 50 Ballista may be our only chance of defeating him, but we must also consider other options. We cannot solely rely on them to save us. We need to think of a strategy that will ensure our survival and defeat the enemy."This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    The King of Nortopia nodded in agreement. "Yes, we cannot rely on just defending ourselves. We must come up with a plan that will give us the upper hand in the war. Our food supplies are indeed running low and our soldiers are tired, but we cannot let that defeat us. We must find a way to turn the tides of the war and defeat Dracule once and for all."


    The room was filled with tense energy as a voice suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence. Heads turned towards the source of the voice, and all eyes fell upon a young man who stood confidently before the assembly. Despite his youthful appearance, he spoke with authority and conviction, capturing the attention of everyone present.


    "Lords and King," the young man began, his voice steady and unwavering. "I stand before you today with a plan, a plan to not only alleviate the troubles that afflict us, but to also retrieve the Sword of God and attain the power that is rightfully ours in this world."


    The young man''s words were bold and ambitious, sparking a mixture of intrigue and skepticism among those present. Some were intrigued by his confidence, while others wondered how a young man could possibly possess the means to solve the crisis and seize world power. Regardless, all eyes were fixed upon the young man, waiting to hear the details of his plan


    The room was filled with the sound of laughter as the first Prince of the Babylonian empire sneered at the young man before him. The Prince was known for his arrogance and disdain for anyone he deemed to be beneath him, and this young man with his simple robes and unkempt beard was no exception.


    "Who are you, speak fool?" The Prince jeered, his laughter echoing through the room. The young man stood tall, his expression calm and collected, as he waited for the Prince''s laughter to subside.


    Just as the Prince was about to continue his ridicule, a voice spoke up from the back of the room. "He''s little Morgan, the new lord of Rapo city-state." The speaker was an older man, who seemed to know the young man well. His words caught the attention of the Prince and the rest of the lords, and they turned to look at him in surprise.


    Little Morgan, the lord of Rapo? The thought echoed through the room, as the lords and the Prince tried to make sense of the information. This young man, who they had written off as a fool, was actually a lord of a city-state? The revelation was met with stunned silence, as the lords and the Prince tried to process the information.


    Morgan stood tall, his eyes meeting the Prince''s gaze. Despite his youthful appearance and the Prince''s laughter, he held himself with the confidence and dignity of a lord. The Prince''s sneer faded, replaced by a look of surprise, as he realized that he had underestimated this young man. The room fell silent, as the lords and the Prince waited to hear what Little Morgan had to say next.


    Rapo City-state was a well-known place in the southeast, nestled next to the coast. Despite its small size, it was a wealthy city-state, known for its abundant resources and thriving commerce. Its army, however, was small, consisting of only a few thousand troops. In the hundred-nation coalition forces, Rapo held a low status in terms of military power, but its wealth was unmatched.


    As for Little Morgan, his name was a result of the cultural traditions of the southern countries. In this culture, when a man named Morgen had a son, he would be referred to as Little Morgan. When the father passed away, the son''s name would naturally become simply Morgan.


    This meant that Little Morgan, to be more precise, should now be known simply as Morgan. This change in name was a result of the recent passing of his father, as he had assumed the mantle of lord of Rapo City-state. Despite his youth, he was now in charge of one of the wealthiest city-states in the region, tasked with the responsibility of leading his troops.

 Chapter 53 War Council

    "Speak," commanded the first Prince of the Babylonian Empire, who currently held the esteemed position of Prime Minister. His head was held high, showing his disdain and superiority over those around him. And it was true, he was highly qualified for his position.


    As the only possible heir to the throne after the death of Emperor Julies Synirus, he knew that the Babylonian Empire, one of the largest empires on the continent, was now his to rule. The only other empires that could be compared to it were the Holy Empire, the Achaemenid Empire, and the Kushite Empire.


    The Babylonian royals were known for their arrogance, and the first Prince was no exception. Morgan knew this all too well.


    As he stood before the first Prince, Morgan felt a mix of fear and reverence. The first Prince was a towering figure, with a powerful presence that commanded respect from all who approached him. Morgan could not help but feel small and insignificant in his presence.


    But despite his fears, Morgan stood tall and proud, ready to prove himself to the first Prince.


    The Prince leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Morgan. The air in the room was tense, with all eyes fixed on the two men. The lords in this council knew that the fate of their land and its people hung in the balance. They needed a plan, and fast.


    Morgan stood tall, his shoulders squared and his expression resolute. "Dracule is a powerful enemy," he said. "But I have studied his movements and his habits. I know his strengths and his weaknesses. And I believe that I have found a way to defeat him."


    The Prince raised his eyebrows in surprise. "And what is this way?" he asked, his tone still skeptical.


    Morgan''s eyes gleamed with determination. "I have discovered a weakness.¡±


    ¡°Absurd!.¡± The crowd shouted.


    "My lords!" The saint''s voice boomed, instantly commanding the attention of everyone in the chamber. "Let the boy speak, or do any of you have a solution to our conflict?"


    She spoke, not wanting a verbal war to disrupt the unity of the alliance over which she presided. Given the present grim situation, she was also eager to hear the words of Morgan.


    The room was a grand chamber adorned with ornate tapestries and polished marble floors. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, and the murmur of hushed voices filled the space. The saint, a regal figure dressed in flowing robes, stood at the head of a long table. On either side of her were seated the kings and princes of the allied kingdoms, each dressed in their finest armor and robes.


    Morgan, a bearded young man with piercing blue eyes, stood at the foot of the table. He was not dressed in the finery of the nobility, but rather in a simple tunic and trousers. He looked out at the gathering, his eyes scanning the faces of the assembled lords and ladies.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    The saint''s words had a calming effect on the room, and the tension that had been building began to dissipate. The kings and princes settled into their seats, their eyes fixed on Morgan.


    Morgan''s gaze met the saint''s, and he felt a surge of admiration for her. He had never seen a woman so commanding, so sure of herself. He cleared his throat, feeling the weight of the room''s attention upon him.


    "My lords," he began, his voice steady. "I have been traveling the land, and I have seen the devastation that this conflict has wrought. Farms burned, families torn apart, and cities laid to waste. It is a tragedy, and it is one that we cannot allow to continue."


    Morgan Tirous, a wealthy lord, spoke in a somber and concerned tone as he addressed the assembly of rulers. He began by reminding the gathering about the tumultuous events that had unfolded in the continent in recent times. Morgan recounted how the chamber of the late king Author was discovered, and with it, the mythical Excalibur sword was taken. He mentioned that Dracule Aetos, an emperor, who had promised his subjects that he would never emulate the selfish ways of King Author, the first king who was chosen by God.


    Morgan went on to emphasize that King Dracule had claimed to be nothing like his predecessor and had promised to share the power of kings with his subjects. However, Morgan asserted that King Dracule had reneged on his oath and failed to keep his promises to his people. In Morgan''s view, a ruler who fails to keep his promises is not a true king, and he cited the recent brutal murders of ministers and others who sought to gain power as evidence of Dracule''s deceitful nature.


    Morgan then asked the assembled kings and lords a thought-provoking question, "Who amongst Dracule''s subjects will love him if he does not keep his promises?" He argued that without love and loyalty, betrayal was inevitable, and a king who had lost the support of his people would not be able to maintain his hold on the throne.


    However, Charles Synirus, the first Prince, seemed to be dismissive of Morgan''s concerns. He scoffed at Morgan''s statements and ridiculed the idea of a rebelling against Dracule, the legendary figure who had single-handedly defeated their armies. Charles sneered at Morgan, saying, "Is this your amazing plan? How laughable! Do you think us lords to be fools who haven''t already considered this? But what can you mere mortal do against someone as powerful as Dracule Aetos?"


    The king from the north scoffed as he listened to the young man''s proposal. "Disappointing lad, I thought you had a good idea," he said, shaking his head. "But it was just old news. We''ve tried it for a long time, and it doesn''t work. Poison that could kill a horse a hundred times over is just bittered milk for him."


    The young man didn''t flinch at the king''s derision. Instead, he stood tall and spoke with a conviction that belied his youth. "My lords, did I say I was finished?" he said, his voice rising in intensity. "You lost and failed for a long time because your plans were exposed too early. But now is our time. The perfect opportunity is right here and now."


    He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in before continuing. "Dracule is injured, and even with that, he can still kill us all. But the stronger he is, the more his people yearn for a taste of his power. And we all, standing below the True Sture, want the king''s power, and one day to be more than mortal. Doesn''t his people have the same thirst as us?!"


    The other lords in the room listened intently, some nodding in agreement, while others remained skeptical. The young man had a point. Nevertheless, he spoke with a fiery passion that was infectious, and his words lingered in the minds of the lords

 Chapter 54 War Council 2

    "Indeed, Dracule''s strength is formidable, but so is our determination to fight for justice and freedom," declared the saint, her voice ringing with conviction and steely resolve. "The fear that grips our allies must be replaced by courage, for without it, we have already lost the war."


    The emperor of Achaemenid, interjected with a wise insight, "We must acknowledge that we cannot defeat Dracule alone, but we must not be discouraged by this fact. Let us not forget that King Arthur, with all his power and might, died in the end. We may have wounded Dracule in the past, but we must wound him again and again until he falls."


    The lord of the city of Rapo, Morgan nodded thoughtfully and said, "It is clear that we need an ally from within Dracule''s kingdom. Someone who knows his weaknesses, his fears, his vulnerabilities. Only then can we hope to bring down the tyrant."


    The saint nodded in agreement and spoke again, "I have heard of the King of the Kingdom of Byron. He is a man of faith and a military leader, a rare combination. He may hold the key to our victory. Let us seek him out and persuade him to join our cause."


    The Kingdom of Byron, nestled between the Holy Empire and the Assyrian Empire, was a land of stunning beauty and immense power. Its people were renowned for their fierce loyalty to their king and their cunning diplomacy. The Byron Kingdom had always been a thorn in the side of the two empires, using the constant friction between them to maintain its independence. It was said that the kingdom had never lost a war, and that its armies were as disciplined as they were fearless. But with the rise of Dracule and the power of kings, the Byron Kingdom found itself in a precarious position.


    Under Dracule''s rule, the Byron Kingdom was forced to align itself with the Assyrian Empire. It was a bitter pill to swallow for the proud people of Byron, who had always prided themselves on their independence. But with Dracule''s army looming large, they had little choice. And so, they pledged their loyalty to the Assyrian Empire, hoping that it would provide them with some measure of protection.


    The conversation in the room was tense, as the leaders discussed their plan to defeat Dracule. Prince Charles, the haughty future Emperor, had initially scoffed at the idea of defeating Dracule. But Lord Morgan''s revelation that the Kingdom of Byron may hold the key to their victory changed his tune. The prospect of an evacuation was a bitter pill to swallow for all of them, for it meant that they had failed in their duty to protect their people.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    Lord Morgan spoke with conviction, "The stronger Dracule is, the more his subjects long for his power. We must remember that we are not exempt from this. But if we unite and stand together, we may have a chance to defeat him."


    As they spoke, the memory of Dracule''s unparalleled might in the last battle lingered in their minds. They all knew that defeating him would not be easy, but the lure of power and status made it an attractive prospect. The room was filled with a sense of dread, not of fear, but of the realization that they were all susceptible to the lure of power, and that their own ambitions could be their undoing.


    The atmosphere in the room was tense, as the princes, kings, and lords gathered to discuss their plan to defeat Dracule. The stakes were high, and the tension was palpable as each leader put forth their views. It was a war of words, and everyone had an opinion on how to proceed.


    As the debate raged on, the king of a neighboring kingdom spoke up. "I have a good relationship with King Dylan of the Barber Empire. With Gaias'' blessing, I can bring him to our side," he said, his voice filled with conviction. The other leaders looked at him skeptically, but he was not deterred. He went on to make a case for why the Barber Empire could be a valuable ally in their fight against Dracule.


    But Lord Morgan, the lord of the city of Rapo, was not convinced. He listened patiently as more leaders spoke, but he knew that their plans would not work. When he finally spoke up, his words were like a lightning bolt that cut through the debate.


    "None of these people you say can help. They will all die, and we will lose this last chance," he said, his voice ringing with authority. The other leaders fell silent, stunned by his words. But they could see the truth in what he was saying. Dracule was too powerful, and they needed a plan that was foolproof.


    The silence in the room was deafening as the leaders looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Finally, the saint spoke up. "Lord Morgan, who do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.


    Morgan smiled. He had been waiting for this moment. "There is someone who can help us. Someone who knows Dracule''s weaknesses and can help us exploit them," he said, his voice low and intense. The other leaders leaned forward, eager to hear more.


    "Who is it?" they asked, their eyes shining with hope.


    Morgan leaned forward and whispered, "His name is¡­ "

 Chapter 55 War Council 3

    Morgan, who was known for his wisdom, refused to back down. "I understand your doubts, but you must see the bigger picture here. Darius is the only one who can help us win this war. He has access to all of Dracule''s plans and secrets, and he knows his weaknesses. He may have been Dracule''s most trusted subordinate, but that can also work in our favor. He knows where the cracks in Dracule''s armor are, and he can exploit them to bring him down.¡±


    Prince Charles began, "Darius and Dracule were once inseparable. They shared a bond that was unbreakable. Darius even played a vital role in Dracule''s coup. But now, it seems as though that bond is being shattered."


    The Emperor of Kushite listened carefully before responding, "I understand where you''re coming from, but we can''t jump to conclusions. Darius has been by Dracule''s side through thick and thin. He helped Dracule obtain the powerful Excalibur sword, which is a testament to his loyalty. It''s hard to imagine he would turn his back on him now."


    The Bald King interjected, "But let''s not forget that Darius is the only minister who survived Dracule''s ruthless purge. That speaks volumes about his level of trust with the King. If anyone is capable of such a betrayal, it''s not him."


    "You''re right, it was indeed Darius who helped Dracule acquire Excalibur," Morgan began with a nod of agreement. "But what many fail to consider is that Darius had an unparalleled opportunity to seize the power of this holy sword for himself. Yet, he chose not to succumb to the temptation and instead placed his faith in Dracule''s ability to wield it justly."


    Morgan paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "Think about it, my lords. If Darius had kept Excalibur in his own hands, he would have become the most powerful man in the world. As a mere general, he would have had the chance to rise to become a god-chosen king, wielding the sword''s immense power to conquer all who opposed him."


    He looked around at his audience, noting their eager expressions. "But he did not. He knew that the sword was too great a burden for any one man to bear, and that it was destined for a greater purpose. He trusted in Dracule''s honor and integrity, knowing that he was the only one who could wield it justly and for the greater good."


    Morgan''s words struck a chord with the lords, who began to nod in agreement. "If Darius had not given the sword to Dracule, we may have been fighting a different battle altogether.¡±


    "My lords, I implore you to consider the many benefits of having Darius as an ally in our quest to depose Dracule," Morgan declared, projecting his voice to reach every corner of the room. "Not only is he one of the most trusted men next to Dracule himself, but he also possesses unparalleled power within the army and the intelligence department."The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Morgan''s words were not to be taken lightly, for they were rooted in the bloody purge of ministers that had taken place under Dracule''s rule. "We cannot deny that Dracule''s ruthless tactics have led to Darius'' rapid rise to power. And now, as the second man in command of the Assyrian Empire, he wields significant influence over their internal affairs and the very army we must engage to bring about peace."


    He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "But my lords, we must not let this opportunity slip through our grasp. With Darius by our side, Dracule''s downfall will be much easier to achieve. Together, we can topple his tyrannical rule and bring about a new era of peace and prosperity in Gaia."


    Morgan''s suggestion had sparked an intense discussion among the lords, princes, and kings present at the meeting. They were all well-educated and experienced leaders, and they knew that they had to come up with a workable solution to bring Darius on their side and overthrow Dracule''s tyrannical rule.


    They analyzed every possible scenario in great detail, discussing the risks and rewards of each approach. They recognized that the success of their mission hinged on their ability to secure Darius'' support, and they were determined to do so.


    The conversation was intense and focused, with each member of the council offering their insights and perspectives. They examined every potential angle and contingency, mapping out a detailed plan of action.


    Among the many ideas discussed, it was ultimately decided that Morgan would be the one to bring in Darius. He had made the suggestion, and the kings of the various countries were more than happy to agree. They recognized that if Morgan had put forward the idea, he should be the one to take the lead in executing it.


    And so, with a clear plan in place, the council of the One Hundred Nation Alliance set their sights on the task ahead. They knew that it would be a challenging and dangerous journey, but they were ready to do whatever it took to bring down Dracule.


    Morgan was a man with a strong sense of ambition and a deep longing for power. He had always been driven by his desire to become a great leader, and he saw in the power of the ancient King Arthur a means to achieve that goal. However, with Dracule in possession of Excalibur, Morgan feared that his dreams of power would never be realized.


    It was this fear that drove him to take on the dangerous mission of bringing Darius into the fold. Morgan knew that if he could convince Darius to join their cause, he would not only be contributing to the downfall of Dracule, but he would also be securing his own path to power.


    Despite the risks, Morgan was determined to succeed. He saw this mission as an opportunity to make a name for himself on the continent and to make powerful allies among the various lords and kings. He knew that in the world of politics, making friends in high places was the key to success.


    With these thoughts in mind, Morgan set out alone to convince Darius of the righteousness of their cause. He was willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goal, and he was willing to risk everything to see it through.


    Morgan was also a man who understood the nature of human greed. He believed that the more social status someone had, the more likely they were to be consumed by their own desire for power.

 Chapter 56 Words of War

    Morgan''s sagacity proved true, and Darius was consumed by a deep sense of contrition. As he beheld Dracule, an unparalleled warrior towering over countless soldiers, Darius was struck by the notion that Dracule was a god of war, possessing a power that bordered on the divine.


    Darius''s emotions were volatile, as he was beset by the instinctive impulse to worship the mighty. Dracule was the alpha among the betas, the embodiment of what made a king more than a man - power. In Darius''s estimation, Dracule was the most powerful king to have ever lived, and he could not help but wonder if he could have unified the continent had he claimed Excalibur for himself - a wolf towering over the meek.


    It was not beyond the realm of possibility, but Darius understood that life was malleable, forever shifting and uncertain. His family had been in thrall to Dracule the first, and at that time, Darius was but a loyal friend, or perhaps a pawn in Dracule''s grand machinations. He had no recourse but to relinquish the sword, his life and that of his kin at stake. For a man, his pride lay in his family, and what worth was there in ruling over a barren kingdom?


    Darius firmly believed in these words, which were written by King Auther in his twilight years, in the Forsaken Book.


    Darius found himself lost in the labyrinthine depths of his own mind, his rebellious thoughts like roots that were entrenched deep within him, ever present, and always ready to spring forth. He felt a deep sense of remorse, regretting the decision he had made in the past. A decision that had forced him to swear loyalty to Dracule, even though he knew deep down that there must have been another way. He was not sure what that might have been, but it did not stop him from constantly questioning himself.


    Despite these tumultuous emotions, Darius knew better than to reveal any of it, for his loyalty to Dracule was essential to his survival, and the safety of his family. As he stood on the battlefield, watching Dracule grow stronger with each passing moment, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease at the cruelty that was beginning to consume his once-noble leader.


    Dracule had once been an ambitious young man, a visionary who aspired to rise from a commoner to an emperor, leading the greatest empire that the world had ever seen. His people had adored him, and his feats of heroism had become the stuff of legend. But over time, as power corrupted him, he became cruel and unpredictable, leading to a sharp divide among the people who either fervently supported him or sought his downfall.


    Darius knew all too well the lengths to which Dracule would go to maintain his grip on power. He had witnessed firsthand how the king would not hesitate to order the executions of those who dared to oppose him, even his own generals and ministers. His life and the lives of those he cared for were now at the mercy of a mad king, and he could only play the role of a loyal subject to keep himself and his family safe.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Darius was an expert in human psychology, and he knew that he had to be cautious with his words, for a single misstep could be his undoing. Dracule''s grip on the empire was now more absolute than ever, and the once-great Assyrian Empire was now ruled by a select few who wielded immense power. Fear gnawed at Darius''s heart as he watched Dracule''s madness grow with each passing day, his recent execution of generals who had suggested a halt to the war serving as a stark reminder of the king''s savagery and cruelty.


    Amidst the chaos of war, Darius found himself in a position of unexpected power. Through a series of strategic maneuvers, he had gained control over not just the intelligence department, but also other key branches of the Assyrian Empire. Despite the fact that such consolidation of power was usually forbidden, Dracule seemed not to care - he trusted Darius implicitly, seeing him as little more than an insect scurrying beneath his feet.


    This turn of events was nothing short of remarkable. In any other monarchy, a subordinate controlling multiple departments would be viewed as a major threat to the royal power, with the potential to lead to an all-out collapse of the system. But Dracule, confident in his own superiority, cared not for such fears. As the Forsaken Book would say, "an elephant may fear millions of ants, but a lion fears not the cry of lamb."


    And yet, despite this apparent trust, there were still doubts in Darius''s mind. He could never shake the feeling that his position was precarious, that any wrong move could result in his swift downfall. He knew that he was walking a tightrope, and that one misstep could be fatal.


    As Morgan approached the camp, the moonlight cast a pale glow on the rugged terrain around him. The camp was heavily fortified with soldiers standing guard in stoic silence. Morgan''s keen eyes took note of the battle-hardened men, their scarred faces and bulging muscles spoke of their experience on the battlefield. It was no wonder that the kings and lords lacked confidence. The morale of the two armies was as different as day and night. In the age of iron and steel, strong morale was of paramount importance. A war could not be won with men that would flee the moment things got rough.


    Despite the gravity of the situation, Morgan''s thoughts were focused on his purpose. As he dismounted from his horse, he scanned the camp for any signs of danger. His heart was heavy with the knowledge of what he must do. He knew that he had to convince Darius to join forces with the rebels, to turn against the very man he had pledged his loyalty to. It would be a difficult task, but Morgan was determined to see it through.


    Morgan''s mind raced as he walked through the camp, his senses on high alert. He was aware of the dangers that lurked around every corner. His mission was not only vital but also dangerous. He had to be careful, as the slightest misstep could cost him his life. But Morgan was undeterred. He was a man of his word, and he would do whatever it took to convince Darius to join the rebellion.

 Chapter 57 Victory is Ours

    Through covert and clandestine communication channels, Morgan clandestinely rendezvoused with Darius within the King''s resplendent pavilion. In view of the fact that the entire army was under the martial command of Darius, the conclave between Morgan and Darius was conducted in a chamber, where only two individuals were present, namely Morgan and Darius. With a tone redolent of haughty self-importance, Darius interrogated Morgan in a supercilious manner, demanding him to state his intentions posthaste, as he deemed his time to be exorbitantly valuable to be squandered on a trifle such as Morgan.


    In a posture of regal indolence, Darius reclined on the throne with his head thrown back, gazing down imperiously at Morgan from his elevated perch. Darius was imbued with a sense of grandiosity, akin to that of a monarch, radiating an air of self-assurance and poise. In terms of authority, Darius was second only to Dracule, the sovereign of the Assyrian Empire, the sole imperium in possession of the power and potency to unite the entire continent. Darius''s immoderate self-esteem was not without justification, for he dreaded only one individual, namely Dracule.


    With an expression of stoic composure, Morgan spoke in a calm, measured tone, his words imbued with an air of profundity and sagacity. "The philosopher Schopenhaur postulated that time is merely an illusion, while King Auther held a contrary belief. But unlike both of them, I subscribe to a different philosophy. For one cannot waste something that does not exist," he stated, a small smile playing on his lips. This was not a threat, but a subtle assertion of his importance. When confronted with those who regarded him as an inferior, Morgan sought to subdue them with his vast knowledge and wisdom, recognizing that true power lay in the possession of these qualities. And so he declared, "I have come to save you, Duke Darius."


    Darius''s response was one of incredulous amusement, his laughter echoing through the tent. "Ha ha ha! And with what, pray tell, Morgan of the coast? I know much about you - more than most men, in fact. But you? I have only heard your name. You are of no consequence to me. I may be humble, but the winds of change are fickle, and so am I," he retorted, his laughter subsiding gradually. As he surveyed Morgan, he regarded him with the disdain one might reserve for a clown or a jester. This bearded youth, or perhaps a diminutive man, even a dwarf, was of little consequence to him. Darius was the sole duke of the Assyrian Empire, and his might was staggering. Who could possibly pose a threat to him, particularly when he was surrounded by thousands of soldiers?


    Morgan''s expression remained stoic and unruffled, his tone measured and intelligent as he continued to speak. "My lord, you may find amusement in my words now, but they may be your last source of amusement. When Dracule breaches the walls of Norwich City, he will come for you next, and I assure you that he will not be laughing," he said, his voice gradually rising from a low murmur to a more forceful pitch. The time for games was over.


    Darius''s countenance underwent a rapid transformation, his formerly relaxed and leisurely demeanor replaced by an unyielding, unbreakable facade of stone. His posture was that of an unyielding monument, imbued with a sense of unshakable self-assurance. "Bold words from such a little man, to dare to threaten me with such baseless lies," he said, his voice taking on a more poetic, lyrical quality as he spoke.


    Morgan, unfazed by Darius''s verbal posturing, calmly continued, "I am the messenger of the Hundred Nation League," he declared, his voice ringing with authority and conviction.


    Darius paused, his expression inscrutable, before speaking once more, his voice deep and resonant. "Ah, so you are an emissary of the coalition," he mused, his eyes fixed on Morgan''s face. "Tell me, are you here to surrender, to bend the knee to the might of the Assyrian Empire?"


    Morgan''s reply was swift and unambiguous, "On the contrary, I have come to persuade Duke Darius to work with us to end Dracule together," he said, his voice brimming with a sense of purpose and conviction.


    Darius was momentarily taken aback by Morgan''s words, his heart thumping within his chest. He rose to his feet, his fiery red hair tied back in a ponytail, swaying as he moved. Despite his towering height, twice that of the diminutive Morgan, he regarded him as an equal, his heart stirred by the seed of a newfound resolve, yet the cruel reality still lingers.


    Darius'' heart was heavy as Morgan''s words weighed upon him. Morgan spoke of Dracule''s treachery and how he killed even the innocent, beheading nobles and ministers. Darius knew this to be true, for Dracule had not spared even his own son, the crown prince. Now, his only remaining child was but a babe.


    Morgan urged Darius to join forces with the hundred nation league and defeat Dracule, to seek the power of God and become immortal. But Darius was a rational man, yet his heart yearned for revenge, but he could not bring himself to believe that Dracule could be defeated.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Morgan''s expression didn''t falter as he watched Darius silently. The weight of the conversation hung heavily in the air, with both men lost in thought. Finally, Darius broke the silence with a deep, rumbling laugh that made Morgan uneasy. "Oh, you are quite the persuasive one, Morgan of the coast. I almost forgot the joy of being alive," he said, his tone carrying a hint of dark humor. "But alas, even the power of the gods cannot guarantee victory over Dracule. He is a force of nature, a monster with strength beyond measure. You''re asking me to throw away my life for a hopeless cause. I am a rational man, Morgan, and I cannot follow a path to certain death."


    Morgan''s expression remained stoic, but inside he was seething with frustration. He had failed to convince the Duke, and with each passing moment, the chance of saving his people from Dracule''s wrath dwindled. But he couldn''t give up, not yet. "My lord, I understand your concerns, but we have to do something. If we don''t stand up to Dracule, then who will? He will continue to spread his tyranny, and we will all be at his mercy. We have to try, we have to fight. And even if we don''t succeed, at least we will have fought for what is right."


    Darius shook his head, his face now serious. "You are a brave man, Morgan, but you are also a naive one. The world is not black and white, and the concept of right and wrong is nothing more than a human construct. In the end, it''s survival of the fittest. And right now, Dracule is the fittest of them all. I suggest you leave now, before it''s too late."


    If word of Darius'' meeting with Morgan leaked, it would undoubtedly put both of their lives in danger. Knowing this, Darius made it clear that he would have to dispose of Morgan before any such information could get out. After all, a dead man tells no tales.


    Morgan, however, was not one to back down easily. His heart raced as he retorted with a blatant challenge to Darius, "Are you such a coward?" In response, Darius remained collected and intelligent, speaking in a way that suggested he was fully aware of the stakes at play.


    "Godly power or not, what man does not desire it?" he asked. "But a million men cannot kill Dracule. What makes you believe we can take him on, even with a thousand of me, the situation would still be hopeless."


    Morgan refused to give up, countering with a poetic and confident response that showed he was not intimidated by Dracule''s power. "You''re wrong," he said. "It''s true that Dracule is strong, but you forgot something. He''s just a man like you and me, flesh and bone. He''s no god, otherwise he wouldn''t bleed. As long as we work together to isolate and trap him, we can kill this demon."


    Darius, impressed by Morgan''s boldness, smiled in agreement. "Possible!" he exclaimed, before Morgan took out a map from his pocket and pointed to an area in the Sunset Mountains, close to Norwich City.


    "Seems familiar?" Darius asked, to which Morgan added, "This is where King Auther was buried."


    As Darius cast his mind back to the fateful battle in Norwich, the memory of Dracule''s strategic brilliance flooded his senses. The imposing figure of the enemy commander leading his cavalry to intercept the allies'' troop of the Holy Empire was burned into his mind. In particular, Darius vividly recalled the devastating chase that ensued, in which Dracule had pursued the Babylonian Empire''s army into a steep valley nestled amidst the Sunset Mountains.


    It was here that the Emperor himself met his gruesome end at the hands of Dracule, in a battle that would go down in history as one of the greatest ever fought. Indeed, it was the first time that an emperor had been felled by the sword of another. The impact on the morale of the Assyrian Empire army was immeasurable, with a surge of pride and confidence coursing through their ranks.


    And so it was that, when Morgan proposed a plan to lure Dracule into the same valley where he had tasted victory before, Darius''s heart quickened with excitement. The prospect of avenging their previous defeat was too enticing to resist. "Pray tell, good sir, what is your design?" he inquired, his eyes alight with anticipation.


    Morgan''s response was suffused with a triumphant grin as he explained the intricacies of their scheme. In just a few days, they would feign a retreat from Norwich, heading towards the valley and the Sunset Mountains. Dracule, they knew, would be unable to resist the temptation to chase them, and would lead his cavalry straight into their trap. The coup de grace would be Darius and his army blocking the valley exit point, rendering Dracule and his men little more than helpless prey. The satisfaction of their revenge would be sweet indeed.


    As Morgan expounded upon their intricate plans, his finger tracing the twists and turns of the map before them, Darius listened with a stony countenance. His mind was awash with an intensity of emotion that could not be read upon his face, for his thoughts churned with the complexity of their strategy. Every nuance, every detail was accounted for, a chessboard of warring factions and shifting alliances.


    It was a plan, he thought to himself, that would be the envy of kings and the bane of foes. But as Morgan concluded, speaking of a sacrificial ceremony and the end of the war, Darius''s expression shifted ever so slightly. His eyes flickered with a fervor that belied his composed demeanor.


    "Very well," he intoned, his voice low and dangerous. "Inform the craven lords of the alliance that I, Darius of the house of Fann, shall join in their game of chase. And when we have lured Dracule into our trap, he will be nothing but a rat in a cage." A manic laugh escaped his lips, the fire in his eyes burning bright.


    He turned his gaze towards the throne, his desire unquenchable. The prospect of victory and glory was a siren song, beckoning him forward. And in that moment, Darius knew that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal, to crush his enemy and seize the spoils of war. For in the battle that lay ahead, only the strongest would emerge victorious, and Darius was determined to emerge the conqueror.

 Chapter 58 Chase

    As the deliberations came to a close, Morgan felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. He couldn''t wait to share the good news with the Kings who were waiting in the city. He knew that Darius support was crucial for the success of their plan, they could act in a unified manner, which would increase their chances of victory.


    Darius didn''t try to hold Morgan back, which was a relief. Morgan wanted to reach out to the Rulers in the city as soon as possible to finalize their plans. He knew that time was of the essence, and any delay could be costly.


    As Morgan left the Commander''s tent, he looked up at the sky. The faint light gave him a sense of calm, which he desperately needed after the tense deliberations. The ground was muddy, but he didn''t mind. He felt light on his feet, as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. Persuading Darius to support their plan had been slightly easier than Morgan had anticipated. He had been prepared for twists and turns, but it seemed that Darius shared his desire for transcendent power.


    With Darius''s confirmation, Morgan knew that their plan could finally be launched. He was confident that their strategy would work, and that they would succeed in bringing down Dracule, the most powerful emperor on the continent. The countdown to his demise had begun. And with Dracule out of the way, Darius would undoubtedly become the master of the army and possibly even the Assyrian Empire.


    Morgan''s mind was racing as he thought about the changes that the hundred nation war had brought about. As much as he felt a tinge of envy towards Darius, he believed that everyone had their own destiny, and he was content to let things unfold naturally. If Darius became the emperor, Morgan would have the privilege


    of being friends with an emperor.


    The war had changed the fate of countless people, from peasants to the aristocracy. Morgan couldn''t help but wonder what his own fate would be in the coming days. Lost in his thoughts, he hurried back to Norwich City to deliver the news of Darius''s agreement to the emperors and kings. They were overjoyed, and even the Babylonian Empire, which had previously wanted to retreat, pledged their support for the war effort.


    Over the next few days, while Dracule was still healing, Darius tightened his grip on the army and began to make secret contact with the city''s kings to determine various matters. Things were going well, and Dracule''s once strong control over the army had weakened due to the purge of his trusted general, Duke Darius.


    Darius had become more of an admirer of Dracule than a fearful subordinate. He was confident in his ability to control the army without alerting Dracule. As time passed, the plan was coming together, and Dracule was unaware of the betrayal that was about to occur.


    Dracule sat in the middle of the military tent, practising what he believed was the power of God, but to Rico, it was known as Origin energy, albeit a weakened version.


    The sword given to him by God, Excalibur, was now in his hands. Morgan couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease as he thought about what was about to happen. The stakes were high, and the outcome was uncertain, but they had come too far to turn back now.


    The sword, Excalibur, was not an ordinary weapon, but a work of divine art. Its blade shone with a silvery-blue light, and its handle was adorned with intricate patterns of precious metals and gems. The sword seemed to possess a life of its own, resonating with the Origin energy that flowed through the universe, amplifying its wielder''s power to incredible levels.


    During the fateful battle for Norwich City, the Allied forces faced a seemingly unbeatable opponent in the form of Dracule, whose divine might was unmatched on the field of battle. To try and overcome his immense power, the Allied forces intentionally formed an army without metal, using trebuchets armed with burning stones made from oil in a desperate bid to defeat him and emerge victorious.


    Despite their valiant efforts, the Allied forces were ultimately unsuccessful in their attempts to overcome Dracule''s immense strength. He had spent nearly a year cultivating divine power, which only served to make him stronger. While he may not have fully understood the intricacies of Origin energy and its effect on cellular structure, Dracule''s special abilities and the sword granted to him by the gods made him virtually unbeatable in direct combat. His prowess on the battlefield was comparable to that of a human tyrannosaur, making him a nearly invincible foe.


    However, even Dracule was not entirely invulnerable. The trebuchets had caused severe injury and damage to his body, forcing him to rely on Origin energy to recover and delay his plans. In doing so, he inadvertently gave the Allied forces of the hundred nations time to regroup and strengthen their ranks, and created an opportunity for Darius''s rebellion to take root.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    Dracule, the formidable and notorious warrior, was still suffering from the lingering effects of his injury. The wound had not yet fully healed, leaving him weakened and vulnerable. As a result, he had made the difficult decision not to participate in any upcoming battles. He knew he couldn''t afford to take any chances, not when his life was on the line. And so, he had resolved to wait until he was fully recovered before returning to the fray.


    Despite his frustration at being sidelined, Dracule knew he had made the right decision. He had learned the hard way that underestimating mortal opponents could have dire consequences. He refused to be caught off guard again and was determined to approach every battle with a new level of caution and respect.


    As Dracule sat brooding in his chamber, he was startled by the sudden appearance of his butler. The old man''s face was solemn as he informed Dracule that Darius, a trusted ally, had come to see him. Dracule''s brow furrowed in confusion. He had given strict orders not to be disturbed unless it was a matter of great importance. What could have prompted Darius to come to him now?


    Setting aside his cultivation practice,


    Dracule summoned Darius. When the man entered the room, he quickly knelt before Dracule in a show of respect. Dracule''s keen eyes scanned Darius''s face for any clues as to what had prompted his visit. Whatever it was, it was clear that Darius regarded it as a matter of great urgency.


    Darius, the wise Duke and eloquent counselor of the court, spoke in a tone as poetic as it was grave. His eyes, heavy with the weight of the news he carried, betrayed his exhaustion. As he knelt before Dracule, he spoke with the urgency of a man who had seen too much death.


    "Your Majesty," Darius began, his voice low and measured, "we have received word that the army in the city is retreating with great haste. It appears that they have been spooked by our forces."


    Dracule raised an eyebrow, his expression one of mild surprise. But beneath the surface, he could feel a flicker of satisfaction. It was no secret that the Assyrian Empire boasted a formidable cavalry force - a trump card that had helped Dracule achieve an early victory in the war.


    "It seems they are not as brave as they thought," Dracule remarked, his voice dripping with confidence. "They know they cannot match us on the battlefield."


    And indeed, the news was not surprising.


    The Allied Forces of the Hundred Nations had suffered a devastating blow, their cavalry almost entirely annihilated. Without the support of their cavalry, they were left with only infantry - no match for Dracule''s skilled cavalry. Even within the safety of their walls, they would be hard-pressed to withstand Dracule''s forces. Without the cover of trebuchets, their fate would be sealed.


    Dracule couldn''t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the news. After all, he had always known that he was invincible - a lion among mere mortals. It was only a matter of time before his enemies realized that they were no match for him.


    Dracule''s sharp tone cut through the air, "Does every soldier flee, as cowards often do?" His voice was a commanding force, carrying with it an air of poetry and regal confidence.


    "Your Majesty," Darius answered with a measured tone, his heart beating faster with each passing moment. "Only one army has left the field, that of the Babylonian Empire, as indicated by their standard."


    Dracule''s eyes glinted with a sense of knowing, "Ah, the Babylonians have shown some sense after all. They must have retreated with their remaining cavalry."


    Darius waited in bated breath, eager to hear his monarch''s next decree. "Your Majesty," he ventured with a touch more conviction. "What action shall we take?"


    Dracule''s lips curved upwards with a calculated grin, "Naturally, we will pursue them," he declared, his words flowing with the ease of a poet. "But alas, it will be over all too soon."


    Dracule''s laughter echoed through the room, and Darius felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that when his king was in this mood, there was no stopping him. Dracule was a man on a mission, and he would stop at nothing until his goals were accomplished.


    Darius opened his mouth to protest, but Dracule was already one step ahead. "I don''t want to wait," he said, his voice full of determination. "This chase, I shall lead the cavalry myself. Last time I let them run, this time I want to see how they run with soulless men. This time, I want to end this royal bloodline of cowards."


    Darius''s frown deepened, and he took a step forward. "But Your Majesty, your wounds?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.


    Dracule''s face twisted with annoyance at Darius''s interruption. "Do not question me, Darius," he spat out. "I am the king, and I will do as I please. My wounds are inconsequential. I am strong enough to lead my army into battle."


    Darius''s expression remained neutral, but his mind was already whirring with ideas. He knew that Dracule''s arrogance and narcissism could be used to his advantage. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing his head respectfully. "Of course, I defer to your judgment.¡±


    Darius watched as Dracule rose to his feet, his body brimming with energy. "Come on," he shouted. "Get me my armour!"


    Darius knew that it was futile to try and stop Dracule from carrying out his plans. In fact, it was part of the plan itself to get Dracule out in the open. As Darius watched Dracule''s excitement and determination, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The plan had already begun, and it seemed to be going a little more smoothly than he had initially anticipated.

 Chapter 59 Last Stand

    Upon receiving Dracule''s order, the cavalry immediately sprang into action, displaying the unwavering solidarity of the Assyrian Empire. In a remarkably short amount of time, the horses were prepared, and Dracule, eager for the impending hunt, mounted his horse and led the cavalry with fierce determination. Despite the darkness of the night, the troops moved like a torrent, devouring everything in their path with calm efficiency.


    Following Dracule''s departure, Darius wasted no time in summoning all the officers in the war camp. Through his impeccable leadership and quick thinking, he was able to secure their acknowledgement and become the new leader of the army. He then dispatched his fastest horse towards Norwich to deliver a crucial message.


    Upon receiving the news of Dracule''s approach, the kings in Norwich acted swiftly. As the cavalry left for the valley, the city gates were flung open, and a massive number of troops poured out. A carefully coordinated net was deployed, silently surrounding Emperor Dracule, who remained blissfully unaware of the impending danger. Dracule had grown overconfident after days of victories, bolstered by the power of God within him. Even as he passed through Norwich City, he smiled confidently, proclaiming his future dominion over the continent and the wealth that would follow. His soldiers shared his enthusiasm, shouting their support as they rode alongside him.


    Relying on Darius''s information, Dracule was soon able to spot the cavalry of the Babylonian Empire. The enemy troops galloped madly, like a pack of hyenas in fear. However, the swift riding reputation of the Assyrian Empire was well known, and it was impossible for the Babylonian cavalry to outrun them. Dracule even spotted the Royal Family''s flag, indicating that the Babylonian Emperor was present.


    "Ha ha ha ha," Dracule laughed heartily. "Run swiftly, my men! Our prey lies ahead. We will capture the Emperor alive!" His words inspired his troops, who followed him fearlessly. The Babylonian cavalry was spooked by Dracule''s fast approach and did not dare to engage him in battle, retreating as quickly as possible, leaving their troops behind.


    Dracule was delighted by the cowardice of the Babylonians, urging his horse to run even faster, determined to catch up with them. As they entered the Sunset Mountains, the Babylonian soldiers turned around and lined up, bravely facing Dracule''s cavalry. Dracule was impressed by their courage, believing that even in their last stand, the enemy soldiers had shown dignity.


    Dracule brought his horse to an abrupt halt, the muscles in his arms bulging as he tightened his grip on the reins. He held his head high, his piercing gaze fixed on the men before him. With an air of unshakable confidence, he spoke with a voice like thunder: "Summon your Emperor," he declared, his words carrying a weight of authority that could not be ignored, "for I shall let him speak his last."


    Morgan, undaunted by Dracule''s show of strength, stepped forward and chuckled, his voice ringing out like a challenge. "Dracule," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone, "you''ve got it wrong. Your Majesty is not here at all, at least not with the cavalry. It''s just us brave men standing before you." Despite the danger that lurked in Dracule''s words, Morgan''s bravado remained unbroken, and his eyes glinted with a fierce determination.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    Dracule''s eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile played across his lips. He was the conqueror of nations, the scourge of the weak, and he would brook no insolence from a mere boy. "What?" he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "The Emperor of the Babylonian Empire has run away? How disappointing. But even if he''s not here now, it matters little. The fall of Norwich City is inevitable, and when it comes, I will settle the bill with Charles myself."


    A sense of smug satisfaction filled Dracule''s heart as he spoke, and he surveyed the scene before him with an air of arrogant superiority. He was untouchable, invincible, and he knew it.


    With an ominous grin, Dracula leaned in, his curiosity piqued by the enigmatic figure before him. "You speak with such conviction, boy. I am intrigued. Pray tell, who are you to make such bold claims?"


    Morgan''s eyes glinted like shards of ice as he spoke, his words both poetic and frightening. "I am the shadow that creeps in the night, the harbinger of your demise. Your end draws near, and no amount of cunning or strength can save you from the fate that awaits."


    "Hmh." The sound echoed through the clearing, deep and hollow like the voice of a crypt. Dracule''s piercing gaze swept over the dwarf, his expression inscrutable.


    "Arrogant? Foolish? I cannot tell," he rumbled, his words reverberating with power. "Killing you would be far too easy," the voice sneered, thick with malevolent arrogance. "It would be a mercy, a kindness that you do not deserve. Needless bloodshed is beneath me," he continued, the words dripping with a chilling haughtiness.


    As he dismounted from his steed, the ground shook beneath him, and his army of fearless soldiers stood behind him, their eyes fixed on the dwarf with a cold, menacing glare. "You do well to show respect when speaking to noble blood, dwarf," Dracule intoned, his voice resonating with an otherworldly aura. "For I am the lord of this world, the master of steel, and my power is beyond measure."


    Dracule eyes glinted with a cold, calculating stare that seemed to strip the air of warmth. "I have other plans for you. Plans that will make you wish for death''s sweet embrace," he added, lips twisting into a cruel smile.


    "To us, your words may sound like hollow nonsense, but to us, they are the very essence of our existence," he proclaimed, his voice ringing out with stoic poise and poetic power. Morgan''s words echoed across the battlefield with a power that left no heart untouched. His eyes glinted with an unyielding determination that dared anyone to challenge his resolve.


    With a heart full of unwavering conviction, Morgan stood tall before the Emperor. "We shall prove ourselves, no matter the cost. No tyrant, no matter how powerful, can claim our lives without a fight." His gaze bore into Dracule, challenging him to meet their resolve.


    "We will ride out the storm of war," he declared, his words imbued with a fiery passion that stirred the hearts of all who heard him. "We shall defend our freedom, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight losing battles, in the fields, in the streets, and in the hills. We shall never surrender, never give up."


    With a mighty roar, Morgan raised his sword, the sound of steel ringing through the air. "TO WAR!" he cried, his voice carrying far and wide, a rallying cry to all who would stand against the darkness. "And mark my words," he added, his eyes blazing with an unshakeable belief, "the people of Gaia will carry on the struggle until this world of war ends, and the rescue and liberation itself will come from us!"

 Chapter 60 The End Of An Era

    Dracule, with his sharp gaze, surveyed the opposition that stood before him. He saw that they were a ragtag group, armed with nothing but crude, primitive tools and weapons that contain not a speck of mental. Their feeble attempts to take on Dracule''s army, which was brimming with skilled soldiers and state-of-the-art weaponry, seemed almost laughable. The only exception was the dwarf, whose steely sword shone in the sunlight, a testament to his unwavering commitment to his cause.


    As Dracule unsheathed his legendary silver sword, Excalibur, from its scabbard, a feeling of invincibility surged through his veins. He felt an overwhelming urge to take on this rabble of foes and show them what true power and might looked like.


    Dracule''s eyes locked onto the dwarf and his crazed companion, who rushed forward with abandon, their eyes filled with fervor and zeal. Dracule paused for a moment, sizing up the situation and analyzing his opponents'' tactics.


    Despite the overwhelming odds against them, the dwarf and his companion fought with ferocity and skill, their movements as graceful as a dance. Dracule was impressed, if not a little surprised, by their tenacity and courage. "I need more soldiers like them in my ranks," he thought to himself, acknowledging their impressive skills. "It''s a pity they chose the losing side."


    As the enemy''s blows rained down upon him, Dracule moved with lightning speed, his silver sword flashing in the sunlight. His elite soldiers charged forward, their weapons at the ready, and the two sides clashed in a brutal, bloody melee. Dracule and his army fought with such deadly precision and skill that the enemy was quickly overpowered, their primitive weapons no match for the superior metal blades wielded by Dracule''s soldiers.


    Amidst the heat of the battle, Dracule could not help but feel a sense of exhilaration and triumph. This was not merely a war, but a massacre, a display of his dominance and power.


    Dracule stood amidst the enemy forces like a fierce predator, his silver sword, Excalibur, flashing in the sunlight. He moved with such speed and agility that the opposing soldiers seemed like slow, lumbering giants in comparison. His sword strokes were fluid and precise, each blow delivering death with unerring accuracy.


    As he carved through the enemy ranks with ease, Dracule was aware of a rising sense of exhilaration, a thrill that coursed through his veins like wildfire. He was a force of nature, an unstoppable juggernaut, and nothing could stand in his way.


    As Dracule fought on, the air around him was alive with the sound of clanging metal and the screams of the dying. But then, without warning, the surrounding peaks were suddenly illuminated by a multitude of flickering torches. The torches were so numerous that they seemed to turn the night sky into a sea of flames, like stars fallen from the heavens and scattered across the earth.


    Dracule turned his head towards the glowing peaks, his eyes widening with surprise and suspicion. He knew that this was no coincidence, that someone had deliberately planned this trap for him and his army.


    Before he could even process the situation, one of his scouts came rushing up to him. "Your Majesty, the road we came in was blocked by giant boulders," the scout panted, his eyes wide with fear. "There''s no easy way out!"


    Dracule frowned, his mind racing as he considered his options. He knew that he couldn''t leave his army trapped in this valley, but he also knew that he couldn''t risk exposing himself to the enemy''s attack.


    "Fall back, men!" he shouted, his voice ringing out across the battlefield. He spurred his horse forward, racing towards the valley entrance. When he arrived, he saw that the scout had been right. The valley entrance was indeed blocked by a series of massive boulders, making escape impossible.


    Dracule gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning the surrounding peaks for any sign of the enemy. He knew that they were out there, watching and waiting, like vultures circling a dying animal. But Dracule was not one to give up without a fight. He raised his sword high, ready to face whatever horrors awaited him and his soldiers in this valley of death.


    Dracule''s calm demeanor was shattered as he barked out orders to his soldiers. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts of how to get his army out of this trap. He knew that he had to act fast before it was too late.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "Spread out, look for other exits!" he roared, his voice echoing across the valley. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of a possible escape route. But his efforts were in vain, as the valley seemed to have no other exit.


    Suddenly, a thick, putrid liquid began to pour down the hill, its pungent smell filling the air and shrouding the valley in a choking fog. Dracule''s heart sank as he realized what it was: oil. He knew that this was no accident, that the enemy had planned this trap carefully and meticulously.


    ¡°Naphtha" some of his soldiers screamed, their panic spreading like wildfire. Dracule could see the fear in their eyes, the realization of what was about to happen slowly sinking in.


    ¡°Quickly, my soldiers! Flee where the tainted hands of oil shall not defile thy souls!¡± Dracule shouted, his voice laced with urgency. He jumped off his horse and sprinted towards a sizable indent in the hills, knowing that it would provide some cover from the incoming flames. His soldiers followed suit, leaping off their horses and hiding in any place they could find that would offer some protection.


    Dracule''s heart raced as he waited for the inevitable. He knew that the enemy would light the oil on fire, and that the resulting inferno would be like nothing he had ever seen before. But he was not afraid. He was Dracule, the conqueror of nations, and he would face whatever challenges came his way with all the ferocity and determination he possessed.


    Dracule''s action had given his men an example to follow, and they were willing to follow him anywhere, even into the depths of hell itself. As they ran, they heard the thunderous roar of the oil falling from the mountain, and they knew that they had only seconds to escape before it was too late.


    As the oil ignited, a wall of flame rose from the valley floor, illuminating the night sky with a fiery glow that was both beautiful and terrifying. The men who had managed to escape watched in horror as their friends was engulfed by the flames, body reduced to a pile of ash in a matter of seconds.


    Dracule had always been a formidable warrior, feared and respected by all who knew him. But now, he too lay dying amidst the flames, he was nothing more than a pathetic, broken shell of a man.


    As the fire raged on, the allies men who had survived the initial battle huddled together, trying to find a way out of the burning valley. Some had managed to escape on ropes that was placed secretly before the battle started, and some lowered down by their comrades who remained above. But for many, there was no escape.


    As they burned alive, their bodies twisting and contorting in agony, they knew that they had given everything they had for the greater good. They had fought bravely, and now they would die together with the elite soldiers of Dracule, in a blaze of glory that would never be forgotten.


    Dracule had been a man of great strength and power, a Emperor unmatched in both his skill and his determination to win. But now, as the flames raged around him, he was no match for the all-consuming fire.


    As he stood in the midst of the inferno, his body and sword glowing with a fierce, white-hot energy that shook off the flames, he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. With every passing moment, the flames grew hotter, more intense, until he could feel the heat searing his flesh, burning away his very soul.


    He screamed in agony, his voice ragged with pain and despair, as his body was consumed by the flames. His men, who had fought alongside him in countless battles, were also being burned alive, their bodies twisted and contorted in the heat.


    As the night wore on, the flames raged on, unabated and unrelenting, until the valley was filled with the charred remains of hundreds of men and horses. The only beauty in this field of death was Dracule''s silver sword, glinting in the sunlight as it lay amidst the ashes of his fallen army.


    In the morning, as the sun rose over the valley, the only sound was the crackling of the flames and the mournful cry of birds circling overhead. The bodies of the fallen lay strewn about the valley floor, their flesh burned away to nothing but ash and bone.


    Dracule''s body, too, had been reduced to ashes, his once-powerful form now nothing more than a memory. His men, who had once looked up to him as a leader and a hero, were now nothing more than burned-out husks, their lives snuffed out in a single, terrible moment.


    The death of Dracule was a significant event that marked the end of an era in the continent of Gaia. Dracule was known as the most powerful man of his time, and his death brought an end to the era of supremacy. Excalibur was seal away after learning of the technique to enabled others to access the power of the kings, which they now call mana. This technique became widespread across the continent, leading to a new era of magical enlightenment and power.


    During this time, many heroes rose to fame, but their glory was often short-lived. Morgan had become famous for his bravery and wisdom. His life was tragically cut short when he was killed by Dracule during the last battle. In honor of his bravery, a statue was erected in his name, which would forever stand tall as a testament to his heroism.


    As the people of Gaia struggled to adjust to the changes brought about by the introduction to mana, the future seemed uncertain. However, there were those who were optimistic about what was to come.

 Chapter 61 Centuries Bygone

    The waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, their roar akin to the mighty breath of an ancient dragon. The beach was littered with the remnants of a shipwreck, the scattered planks and masts floating amidst the churning sea. Among the wreckage, strange creatures¡ªbeetles as large as fists¡ªwere tossed ashore by the waves, scurrying back into the water as if fleeing from some unseen terror.


    In the distance, the eerie calls of monkeys echoed through the dense forest that bordered the coast, their cries sharp and otherworldly, as if they were the wails of spirits long forgotten. Rico, now in a form utterly alien to him, gazed down at his body with growing disbelief. Long golden hair cascaded down his back, his limbs slender and unfamiliar, clothed in strange garb. The realization struck him like a thunderclap: his technique had succeeded. The clone of his main body had been resurrected, now residing in this new form. His memories surged, and he understood¡ªthis was no simple accident. He had been transported to Gaia, a world unlike his own, in the form of a golden-haired boy, a stranger in an unfamiliar land.


    Moments before, he had been in the fog realm, but as soon as the spell had been cast, he awoke on this forsaken shore, surrounded by the ruins of a shipwreck. The lifeless bodies of those who had perished lay scattered across the beach, their souls long departed. Among the fallen, an orc with a lion''s head¡ªa creature of legend¡ªlay slain. This was no dream; this was a cruel reality. Centuries had passed in Gaia during the few weeks the spell had been cast in the main dimension, and now orcs roamed freely, monstrous beings from the darkest corners of folklore walked the earth.


    A crude, yet sharp dagger lay at his feet, the first weapon this new world had offered him. His gaze drifted to a virtual status bar that hovered before him, a manifestation of the magic that governed this place. It was not merely a clone he had become, but an entire new system was woven into his being, one he had set in motion through his experiment:This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    [HP] 43/100 (You need immediate treatment! Rest and sustenance will gradually restore HP.)


    [Endurance] 51/100 (You are slightly fatigued; rest to regain strength.)


    [Satiety] 30/100 (Hunger gnaws at you; food is essential.)


    [Water] 40/100 (Thirst burns within you; drink quickly!)


    [Body Temperature] 27¡ãC (Cold; find warmth by the fire.)


    [Level] LV1 (Experience required to level up: 0/100)


    It was as if he had been transported into the heart of the very game he had once played, but this was no mere simulation. No, this was his reality now¡ªalive and breathing in a world where even the laws of nature seemed to bend at his will.


    The growl of his empty stomach pierced the stillness, a stark reminder of his dire need for sustenance. The sea offered no aid¡ªits waters too salty to drink, its very touch a death sentence. Yet fortune smiled upon him in the form of a coconut tree rising from the sands. Simple though it seemed, its fruit promised life.


    With dagger in hand, Rico, his mind now sharpened by this new reality, set to work. He would not scale the tree like an ordinary man; no, he would fell it. With each swing of his dagger, the trunk groaned under the pressure, as if recognizing the will of its new master. The virtual notifications rang in his mind, confirming his success:


    [News]: You chopped down the coconut tree! You gained 3 coconuts and 4 logs!


    Excited by his triumph, Rico drank the sweet nectar from the coconuts, feeling his thirst and hunger ease with each gulp. The nourishment was simple, but it was life. His strength returned, his hunger waned, and his vitality increased ever so slightly.


    Rico had a new understanding: he would thrive. The abilities granted by this strange, game-like system would be the tools with which he would carve his path forward. A shelter must be built, food and water gathered, and in the end, he would craft Gaia into the true fantasy world it was destined to be. The way to God was through the world itself¡ªby mastering it, shaping it. Rico had grown too strong, but the world had remained stagnant. Now, with this system, he would bring Gaia to life and make it a realm worthy of the gods.

 Chapter 62 The Walking Dead

    Rico had chopped down more than a dozen coconut trees, storing thirty coconuts and fifty-six logs in his backpack. His body, however, was drained¡ªhis stamina had dropped to a mere 12 points.


    He ate another coconut, then selected the [Manufacturing] function on the virtual interface before him. Navigating to the [Building] section, he found the option to transform logs into wood, and with a swift motion, he clicked [Manufacture All].


    A green manufacturing bar appeared before his eyes, its progress bar crawling from left to right. With each moment that passed, one log became four pieces of wood. It took time to craft all fifty-six logs, but at last, he had 224 pieces of wood. The material was simple, square and flat, yet its weight seemed nonexistent as he held it in his hand.


    Place it!


    Rico¡¯s heart surged with understanding as he held the wood in his palm. His hand moved to the designated position, and in a blink, the wood appeared on the ground before him. He tried pushing and pulling it but found the block unyielding, firmly rooted to the earth. The wood resisted all attempts to move it, yet with a strike from his dagger, its durability began to drop. Once its durability reached zero, the block would return to his backpack.


    Just like the game¡­


    With a satisfied smirk, Rico proceeded to build a 5x5 foundation with the wood, stacking it higher until a simple square shelter emerged, sealed with a roof. The final touch was adding a wooden door, crafted from the remaining logs. His first shelter stood before him¡ªa basic structure, but one that would protect him from the elements.


    However, it was clear that more was needed. A simple campfire was required to dry his clothes and restore warmth. He gathered the necessary materials: four pieces of wood and three plant fibers, though he had plans for something more permanent.


    The stone bonfire, a creation of eight stones and four woods, was his next goal. Rico had already found the stones along the beach and collected them with ease. Plant fibers were easily harvested from the dense grass in the nearby forest. After gathering the materials, Rico returned to his shelter, the firewood and stones packed tightly in his backpack.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    As the wind howled around the beach, Rico set to work crafting the stone campfire.


    [News]: The stone bonfire was successfully made, stones -8, wood -4!


    He placed the bonfire in the room, and flames burst forth, warming the air. Rico sank into the comfort of the fire, the cold retreating as his body temperature returned to normal. His wet clothes were spread out beside him, drying in the warmth.


    The robe he wore, rough and crudely made, was little more than a makeshift garment. As he undressed and laid beside the fire, he felt the warmth seep into his bones. The fire was essential¡ªwithout it, survival would be impossible in this harsh world.


    Rico, exhausted from the day''s labor, decided to sleep. He crafted a sleeping bag using twenty plant fibers, a simple yet effective item to keep him warm during the night. His eyes grew heavy, and soon, he was fast asleep, the blue sun sinking beneath the horizon and the world around him darkening.


    The night was long, but Rico¡¯s body recovered quickly. By the time he woke, his stamina was restored, and his body temperature had normalized. He crawled out of his sleeping bag, his immediate need for relief pressing upon him. The campfire had gone out, and the room was dark.


    With no time to waste, Rico stumbled toward the location of the campfire, lighting it once more with a few pieces of wood. The flame danced, and from it, a piece of coal was produced.


    Charcoal turns into coal so quickly¡ªit¡¯s almost absurd! Rico thought to himself. It was strange, but the system was not bound by the rules of reality. As long as he could survive, he had little room to complain.


    The warmth of the fire made it easier to focus. He grabbed a torch made from coal and wood, and with the light in hand, stepped outside. The night was eerily quiet, but the sound of distant rustling caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as he followed the strange noise to the beach.


    "Ka La, Ka La¡­" The sound was sharp, like bamboo boards knocking together.


    Curiosity urged him forward, but then his scalp prickled with unease. A skeletal figure emerged from the shadows of the beach, its snow-white bones glowing with blue flames from its empty eye sockets. The undead creature advanced, its mouth moving rapidly, as though it were speaking¡ªyet no words escaped.


    It was alive¡ªat least, in a way.


    Rico¡¯s heart raced. What manner of beings had he awakened in this new world?