Myriad Dawns Continent
The Myriad Dawns Continent—a vast land teeming with diverse races, countless beasts, and treasures hidden in every corner. Here, legends are born, and anyone has the chance to rise to power, becoming both revered and feared. This land, illuminated by the first light of dawn, is where countless tales begin.
And now, a new legend unfolds.
In the northernmost part of the continent lies the most desolate wasteland. Atop a lone hill, figures stand against the howling wind.
"This place is full of dangers," an old man speaks, his voice heavy with concern. "You do know this wasteland is where that tale began, don't you? Are you absolutely sure?"
"I am." The young man, Aeon, replies firmly.
The old man, Solaris, sighs. "Very well. From this moment on, this land is yours. Place the Boundary Barrier, and the registration will be complete. You'll officially be its owner."
Aeon steps to the hill's center, unfurling a magic scroll. Pouring his energy into it, he activates the spell. A blinding blue light shoots into the sky before spreading out, forming a transparent, shimmering barrier that encompasses the entire area.
"It's done," Aeon announces as the glow fades. The land is now his.
Solaris hands him a contract. "Here's the agreement. By guild law, this land is under your jurisdiction now. And one more thing—before I leave, is there anything else you need?"
Aeon hesitates before pulling out a sealed letter. "Could you deliver this for me?"
Solaris frowns but eventually agrees. "Fine, but only because you've finally relieved me of this cursed workload. Just don't expect me to hurry." He ascends into the air, flying toward the distant city.
As the old man disappears from view, Aeon inhales the crisp, cool air of his new territory. A light tap on his shoulder interrupts his thoughts.
"Master—I mean, sir! Shall we start unpacking and setting up camp for tonight?"
Aeon turns to see Lefay, a teenage girl with blonde hair tied in a bun and light brown eyes. Clad in light armor, she fidgets nervously, her cheeks reddening as she corrects her slip of the tongue.
"You're blushing, Lefay," Aeon teases, a smirk on his face.
"Sir! Please stop staring!" she protests, covering her face in embarrassment.
Chuckling, Aeon relents. "Alright, alright. Let's get moving."
Before they can start, a loud voice cuts through the air.
"Hey, you two! Stop flirting and help us set up! It's getting dark, and the witch is about to explode with jealousy!"
"You idiot! Come back here!" another voice shouts, escalating into a bickering match.
Sighing, Aeon heads toward the caravan, with Lefay following behind, her face still flushed.
The group waiting at the caravan is as eclectic as the continent itself: six figures with appearances and personalities straight out of a fantasy tale. Among them is Gorgon, a mysterious woman with long blue hair, crimson eyes, and an intimidating aura. She reads a book in silence, ignoring the chaos around her.
"Gorgon," Aeon calls out, "what do you think? Is this place suitable for a settlement?"
Without looking up, she shakes her head slightly, engrossed in her reading.
Leaving her be, Aeon retrieves an artifact from a hidden compartment in the carriage—a glowing orange cube known as the Akashic Records. A legendary item, it holds the power to recreate anything and serves as an infinite archive of knowledge.
As Aeon's consciousness delves into the artifact's boundless library, a voice greets him.
"So, kid, are you ready?"
With a determined nod, Aeon steps forward, his mind racing with the possibilities this artifact could bring.
Earth, Year 2025
In a dimly lit apartment, a young man stares in disbelief at a sleek box sitting on his desk.
"I can't believe it's real! I thought it was just a scam ad!"
Inside the box lies a cutting-edge VR headset—an object that will change his life and the fate of countless others forever.