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The Disguise of a Man from the Mystical Legendary Land in Ruined World

In a world on the brink of collapse, where the mystical essence of magic is fading and ancient technology crumbles into oblivion, the land of Aerth is torn apart by an unending war. Aetherium, the lifeblood of magic and innovation, has nearly been depleted, leaving the Eastern and Western factions locked in a desperate struggle for survival. The West is ruled by The Despot, a ruthless and shadowy tyrant whose reign thrives on fear, greed, and suffering. With his cunning right-hand man, Euro, The Despot has shattered the fragile peace between the factions, plunging the East into chaos through manipulation and betrayal. Distrust festers among its leaders, and once-proud alliances crumble under the weight of internal conflict. Amid this devastation, whispers of a mysterious figure begin to spread—a man whose origins are tied to a fabled land long thought to exist only in legend. His presence defies explanation, his movements swift and unpredictable. Cloaked in secrecy, he works from the shadows to dismantle The Despot’s carefully laid plans, striking at the heart of his empire with uncanny precision. Even Euro’s unparalleled intelligence network fails to uncover his identity. Who is this enigmatic figure? Is he truly from the legendary land of myths, or is he simply a master of disguise, a man forged by the ruins of this shattered world? As the East's last hope, Princess Cino Shikai, fights to hold her people together, this man’s true purpose becomes a question of salvation or destruction. His actions could tip the scales of the war, but whether toward redemption or ruin remains uncertain. "The Disguise of a Man from the Mystical Legendary Land in a Ruined World" weaves a tale of intrigue, rebellion, and the search for hope in a world where legends collide with reality, and every choice carries the weight of a civilization’s survival.
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Land Of The Beginning

For as long as anyone could remember, the world had always been this way: a sprawling land that stretched endlessly to the horizon, locked beneath an unyielding, artificial sky. The sun rose and set like clockwork, its rays warm but hollow. The clouds drifted lazily, but their movements were predictable, rehearsed. Even the stars at night were nothing more than twinkling lights on a painted canvas. This was not a world of freedom. This was a cage. The walls that encased the land were titanic, towering a thousand feet into the air, their surfaces smooth and impenetrable. They surrounded everything, cutting off any hope of escape. Above them, a ceiling so vast it mimicked the heavens, its artistry so convincing that those born here rarely questioned its authenticity. To them, this was reality. To the observant, it was a beautiful lie. This prison was vast, incomprehensibly so. Over three million square miles of land stretched beneath the artificial sky, the size of a continent. Forests thrived, rivers meandered, and mountains rose high, yet the edges always loomed—a reminder that freedom was a distant dream. And yet, for all its immensity, this land was but a single floor. The people here called it The Land of the Beginning, though its origins were shrouded in mystery. Its name bore an ominous weight, a cruel reminder that no one had ever moved beyond it. Stories told of other levels—999 more floors stacked above this one, each said to hold secrets and wonders beyond imagination. But humanity had remained bound here for over 2,000 years, unable to ascend even a single step. Generations passed, and the walls became a part of life. No one alive had ever seen what lay beyond them, only the faint promise of a higher purpose whispered through ancient texts and forgotten legends. Some believed the floors above were paradises, realms of gods. Others thought they were worse than this prison, places where only the strong could survive. But the truth? The truth was as fake as the sun above. Life here was a carefully maintained illusion, designed to keep humanity stagnant, complacent. The ground yielded crops, the water flowed pure, but it was all a gift from their captors, whoever—or whatever—they were. There were no natural disasters, no external threats, only the constant, gnawing knowledge that this was not how things were meant to be. Every few decades, someone would dare to challenge the status quo, setting out on a journey to find a way out. They sought the edges of the walls, the rumored pathways to the next floor. None ever returned. The Land of the Beginning was not a home. It was a test. A place where humanity was meant to prove itself, to grow stronger, to ascend. Yet for millennia, humanity had failed. Was it fear? Complacency? Or had the challenges of this land truly been insurmountable? The answer lay hidden, buried in the very fabric of this world. For now, the Land of the Beginning remained as it always had—vast, unchanging, and waiting. Waiting for the one who would break the cycle. Waiting for the one who would defy the gods and ascend to the next floor. ================= [FYI: This novel is fast-paced, so dont complain about how fast the story progresses.] ================ [And also, Im a new author and I just started writing. Since english isn't my first language, my grammar might be a little wobbly.]
Ash_Ry · 2.1K Views
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