In the First Land, "The Central Earth," When Humanity Emerged to the Surface
Humans were completely astonished by what they encountered. They believed the Earth had become uninhabitable and that their ascent would only lead to death from nuclear radiation. The remnants of their past civilization loomed over them like ghosts of what once was.
However, there was no radiation. Instead, they discovered bizarre creatures beyond their comprehension, some resembling the mythical beings of old, while others were completely alien. But was that the strangest thing? Certainly not.
As humans ventured into this new world, they soon realized that it was regressing to a medieval state. In their naivety, they began to archive their knowledge, hoping to restore civilization once again, unaware of the challenges that lay ahead.
As expected, the world reverted, but not merely to the Middle Ages—it regressed far beyond that, to an era unknown to humanity. They encountered remnants of ancient magic and strange phenomena that defied all logic. Civilization transformed entirely. There was no advanced science or technology, only a peculiar form of magical power interwoven with the very fabric of the land.
The world resembled what it was before the war; even during their time in shelters, it had been a jungle—yet now, it was a completely different type of jungle, filled with dangers and mysteries.
Upon emerging, they faced numerous challenges due to their frailty compared to these alien beings, often becoming mere fodder for consumption. The vast landscapes were populated by towering creatures, some benevolent but most ferocious.
Yet, a few individuals possessed power akin to that of these creatures, and some were even stronger, but they were exceedingly rare. These individuals were marked by their lineage, carrying the blood of ancient warriors who had once roamed the Earth.
At the helm of these individuals was the strongest—known simply as the General. He was a legend among the new generation, a figure who inspired both hope and fear. He educated the entire world on how to grow stronger to confront these beings, sharing techniques and knowledge passed down through generations.
As is customary, thanks to humanity's remarkable adaptability, they soon gained sufficient power to stand against these creatures. They merely needed to awaken the lineage of their ancient ancestors, which extended their lifespans far beyond their imagination, allowing them to maintain their youth for centuries.
Amidst this chaos, immensely powerful families emerged, regarded as the protectors of humanity. Among them, the strongest was a family residing in Kemet, also known as the Kemet Family. They were known for their fierce warriors and scholars, each contributing to the survival of their kind.
The leader of this family was the General who had taught the world; in honor of his contributions, statues were erected in his likeness across the globe. These statues became symbols of resilience and strength, instilling pride among the people.
But one day, the General vanished from the world without warning, leaving behind a legacy shrouded in mystery. No one knew his whereabouts or if he would ever return to guide them again.
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In the First Land, "The Central Earth," 100 Years After Emerging to the Surface, ...in Kemet
In a place where the sun shines with a mesmerizing golden light over three colossal structures known as the Three Pyramids, the heart of Kemet pulsed with a vibrant energy.
Numerous grand palaces surrounded them, with the largest and most opulent palace at the center, in front of which stood a majestic statue of a man wielding a sword—a symbol of protection and power.
Adjacent to this grand palace was a small, dilapidated room that seemed ready to collapse at any moment. The contrast between the grandeur of the palace and the decay of this room spoke volumes about the family's current state.
Inside this room lay a young man, around twenty years old, peacefully resting on his bed. This young man appeared weak and frail due to his poor health, yet an air of mystery surrounded him.
Yes, this young man is Jowalin, who has been in a coma for 100 years without awakening, lost to the world as time passed him by.
Beside Jowalin sat a beautiful woman, gazing indifferently at the door where some raucous individuals were causing a disturbance. She was Sirin, Jowalin's mother, her heart heavy with the weight of her son's condition.
"Hmph... Do you really think your dead brother is of any use? Why not just hand over the family seal?!" one of the intruders sneered.
"Yes... Doesn't the Master have the right to lead the family?!" another echoed, their voices laced with arrogance.
"Are you waiting for that coward called the General? Hmph, it's just a false legend. The one who fathered this lifeless rubbish is surely trash."
"Indeed, I heard he's dead... There's even news that the Master wants to marry his wife... Hahaha, what a legend that would be!!"
"Shudder... Shudder..."
Before these four young men stood a beautiful girl in her twenties, strikingly similar to the woman sitting behind her. She was Isis, Jowalin's sister, and her eyes burned with fury as she listened to their taunts.
The girl glared fiercely at the four young men, as her brother and father were off-limits for mockery, yet these fools continued to deride them.
"Damn it... Damn it... Damn it... If my mother hadn't stopped me, I would have slaughtered them all," she cursed inwardly, suppressing her rage until the young men noticed and approached, surrounding her.
"What's wrong, little lioness? Do you want a bite?! Hehe, how about I give you a nibble?" the handsome young man who spoke seductively among the four seemed to be their leader, a smug grin on his face.
The girl looked at him with a murderous intent that frightened him, causing him to take a step back. It was a look that revealed her fierce spirit and the depth of her anger.
"What?!!!!... What kind of eyes does this girl have?" the young man thought to himself, suddenly uncertain of himself. He then noticed the looks from the other three, which made him furious. He shouted, "How dare you look at me like that, you whore?! Are you flirting with death?"
"Haha... Yes, this is the young master as I know him," one of the others chimed in, laughing at his bravado.
"For a moment, I thought you were afraid of that whore," another jeered.
"Shut up, you fool! How could the young master fear this garbage child? After all, he is the son of the Master."
The three young men praised their leader until he felt proud, raising his head to the sky and addressing the girl. "Isis... Do you think that just because you are my cousin, you will be of high status?!"
"Hmph... You're nothing but trash who can't even fight, not even when awakening your lineage. You're just as worthless as that stagnant child over there... Oh, I forgot he's your lifeless brother... Hahaha!"
The three laughed: "Hahaha!" Their mockery echoed through the room, but it only fueled Isis's fury.
"Slap!"
The young man didn't stop there; he quickly approached and slapped Isis hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.
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Meanwhile, Jowalin lay motionless on the bed, utterly oblivious, just as he had been for 100 years, clutching a strange black ring that no one could remove from his finger. The ring shimmered faintly, hinting at the power it held.
"His eyes open."
In that moment, the frail Jowalin opened his eyes with great difficulty, a glimmer of awareness returning.
"Scream...."
As soon as Jowalin opened his eyes, everyone in the room heard a horrifying scream, and a sea of blood-red engulfed the room for a few seconds before vanishing, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.
"Damn, what was that?" one of the young men gasped, his bravado vanishing in an instant.
"Let's run quickly... Save your skin, you fool!" another shouted as they fled in panic like dogs, their laughter replaced by terror.
But both Isis and her mother were bewildered by what had just transpired, their hearts racing.
"Mother... Look!" Suddenly, Isis spoke in a trembling voice, pointing toward Jowalin.
"Falling... Falling..."
Sirin's heart raced as tears streamed down her face. She threw herself onto Jowalin's body, embracing him tightly as she wept, feeling the warmth of his presence for the first time in years.
Isis also cried heavily, looking at her brother, whom she had only heard about and seen in passing, yet he had never seen or heard her. The moment felt surreal, like a dream she had longed for.
She longed for her elder brother's warmth intensely, having awaited this moment her entire life. Finally, after twenty years of her existence, he was awakening... Finally.
Isis called out in a soft voice mingled with her cries and yearning,
"Brother....."