Time flowed ceaselessly. Years had passed since life stepped into the new era. Countless beings finally left their world—only to find nothing beyond but The Chaos. Occasionally, wondrous artifacts surfaced within its depths.

Yet to this day, no true world had been found. Not even a single speck of land.

Alreis’s renown began to fade. After the new epoch dawned, ancient entities emerged from hidden realms. No longer content with secluded study, they openly wielded power, venturing repeatedly into The Chaos to seek relics impossible to find on the original continent.

But discoveries were scarce—and often useless. Conflict ignited among the Ascendant Sovereigns. The world plunged into endless war. Skirmishes swelled into continent-spanning battles, engulfing every race: elves, orcs, dwarves, even the Demonkin. All fell. Only humanity remained, rising to rule alone.

Sixty years had passed since Alreis ushered in the new age—a world reshaped by humankind. His name faded from memory, recalled only by survivors of the great war.

“If he hadn’t opened the new world… maybe this war never would’ve begun. Maybe my family, my love, my friends… would still be here.” An old soldier, tears tracing his cheeks, whispered before a mass grave.

Another century passed. The Age of Kingdoms began. Surviving Ascendant Sovereigns founded realms, clashing relentlessly. Those who remembered Alreis fell silent—his name threatened royal authority. Long-lived beings sighed in relief. Stability returned. Balance restored. Only minor conflicts remained.

Five centuries slipped by. Ordinary folk, magicless, perished generation after generation. The Ascendant Sovereigns endured—fighting, gaining, dying. Their exploration of The Chaos never ceased, hunting its inexplicable wonders.

A millennium after Alreis’s disappearance—a deafening boom. The world trembled. Buildings crumbled. Earth split. Countless lives vanished. Those with magic scrambled for answers… and uncovered a chilling truth: The Chaos beyond was gone.

In its place—a true world. Towering peaks. Vast oceans. Ancient, sky-piercing trees. The Ascendant Sovereigns at the edge trembled with exhilaration. *A new world!* Yet beneath the thrill flickered a hint of fear. Could they conquer its inhabitants? Would their kingdoms survive?

Contact was inevitable. Early arrival meant greater power—just as Alreis once knew.

They unleashed boundless might, surging into the new realm. No “world barrier” stood in their way. Ecstatic, they discovered unimaginable wonders—artifacts that amplified strength. Greed flared. Plunder began.

Then came grim news.

Day Six: An Ascendant Sovereign exploring the desert was swallowed whole by a colossal creature with countless slender legs—too swift to react.

Day Eight: Another, a master of oceanic magic, summoned the sea’s full fury against a tentacled horror… and was strangled in the waters he commanded.

Day Nine…

Deeper exploration revealed bizarre lifeforms—immensely powerful, yet few. Each guarded its territory, rarely stirring. No civilization. No cultivation system. Strength was innate. A pristine, primal world.

Using “space-time crystals” salvaged from The Chaos, the Ascendant Sovereigns forged magical arrays. Space-time passages opened. Waves of followers poured in. Humanity’s invasion had begun.

Some forged pacts, offering tributes to mighty native beasts for protection. Others wielded cunning and mysterious Chaos-born substances to slay near-invincible creatures, seizing all they could.

Fifty years later—

Amid the expansion, a girl stepped from a space-time passage. Her golden ponytail bounced playfully, radiating innocence. Yet any Ascendant Sovereign witnessing this would freeze in horror. Beneath the passage? No array. She had carved the tunnel herself—crossing worlds by sheer will. A feat achieved by only one being in history…

“This new world… not bad. Worth risking everything for,” she murmured. “I wonder… can it truly make me stronger?”