At the same time that Jack's family and the Otherworlders were receiving their blessings, awakening their elemental affinities, and choosing their professional classes, the entire Samsara World was thrown into turmoil.
The moment Earth merged with Samsara, a pulse of divine energy erupted across the world like a tidal wave. It swept through continents, piercing the heavens and shaking the underworld. Every kingdom, empire, and race received the revelation an entire landmass had emerged from nothingness. The news spread like wildfire, carried by seers, prophets, and divine oracles.
A continent born of mystery.
A land untouched by the gods, yet suddenly blessed. A realm of opportunity or impending disaster.
The balance of power had shifted, and the world would never be the same again.
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Human Continent!
The Azura Dragon Empire – The Emperor's Court
Beneath the celestial golden domes and enchanted sapphire pillars of the Grand Imperial Palace, the air was thick with tension.
At the heart of the throne room, The Emperor sat upon his Celestial Steel Throne, his piercing golden eyes fixed upon the kneeling messengers before him. His crimson imperial robe, embroidered with living golden dragons that slithered across the fabric, shimmered with raw magical energy. Even seated, his presence was overwhelming a monarch whose mere gaze could command armies and bend fate itself.
Before him, Grand Duke Varian, the Minister of Intelligence, knelt with his head bowed low. Despite his composed demeanor, a thread of unease laced his voice.
"Your Majesty," he began, his words careful and deliberate. "The reports are confirmed. A new continent has appeared in the southwest__the so-called Otherworlders' Continent."
A murmur rippled through the assembled nobles, generals, and advisors. Some exchanged wary glances, others clenched their fists in apprehension.
The Emperor remained silent, waiting.
Grand Duke Varian continued, "The divine seers have spoken. These Otherworlders… they come from a world without mana, without blessings, without any connection to the gods."
Gasps filled the chamber. Even the oldest nobles, hardened by centuries of political warfare, found themselves whispering in disbelief.
A world without magic? Without divine favor? Impossible.
From the side, the empire's chief scholar, an elderly man with a flowing silver beard and piercing emerald eyes, stepped forward. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the enchanted monocle over his eye.
"Your Majesty," he said, voice a mixture of fear and scholarly curiosity, "If these reports are true, then these Otherworlders defy the very fabric of our world. To exist without mana to be completely unable to sense it should be an impossibility."
The Emperor leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, his golden gaze growing sharper.
"And yet, the gods have granted them blessings now, have they not?"
The scholar nodded. "Indeed. Despite their origins, the gods have allowed them to awaken elements and professional classes."
A heavy silence followed.
The Emperor's expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of intrigue danced in his eyes.
"And the continent itself?" he asked. "Is it protected?"
Grand Duke Varian answered swiftly, "Yes, Your Majesty. The angels have decreed a Divine Barrier over the continent. It will remain intact for ten years, preventing any external interference."
A ghost of a smile played on the Emperor's lips. "Ten years…"
Every noble in the room understood his meaning.
For now, the Otherworlders were weak. Helpless.
But in ten years, they would either rise as a force to be reckoned with or become easy prey.
The Phoenix Empire – The Empress's Throne Room
In another part of the human continent, within the Phoenix Empire's radiant palace, the Empress sat upon her golden throne, her eyes shimmering like flames. Draped in an elegant robe embroidered with the legendary Phoenix, she listened to the same report with quiet amusement.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice sultry yet commanding.
"How… interesting."
The Holy Empire – The Grand Cathedral
Far to the south and north side of the human continent, within the Grand Holy Cathedral of the Church of the Holy Empire, a woman knelt in reverence before a blinding golden figure—an avatar of a god.
"Divine One," whispered the High Priestess, her voice trembling. "Are these Otherworlders… truly worthy of the blessings they have received?"
The golden light pulsed, and a deep, ethereal voice echoed through the sacred halls.
"Fate has chosen them. Their arrival is destiny."
The priestess closed her eyes, absorbing the words. The Church of the Holy Empire had long guided divine law in Samsara.
If these Otherworlders were to remain… then they must either guide them… or ensure they did not disrupt the world balance.
She rose from her knees, her golden robes flowing like waves of sunlight.
"We must watch them closely."
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Demonic Continent!
The Demonic Realm – Throne of the Abyss
Deep within the Demonic Realm, where shadows writhed and crimson flames licked the air, a colossal citadel of obsidian and bone loomed over a sea of darkness.
At its heart stood the Throne of the Abyss—a seat carved from the remains of fallen gods.
Upon it sat a towering figure, over seven feet tall, his crystalline black skin gleaming beneath the infernal glow. Three jagged horns, arranged in a triangular pattern, jutted from his head, while his enormous black wings lay folded behind him. His piercing crimson eyes burned with amusement beneath his long, flowing white hair.
This was Demon Lord Valthor, the ruler of the Abyss.
Before him, a swirling shadow mirror reflected the Otherworlders' Continent.
He smirked. "So… the gods have decided to play a new game."
Around him, his demon generals and lesser demons shifted uneasily. Even the fiercest among them dared not speak without his command.
Valthor's clawed fingers tapped against the armrest of his throne. His voice was a dark melody, laced with cruelty.
"Mortals from another world…" He chuckled. "How delightful."
He waved a hand, and the mirror's vision sharpened, revealing Otherworlders awakening their blessings. Some cried in joy, others in despair.
"They were weaklings before… but now? They have potential."
A female demon with deep violet skin and glowing indigo eyes stepped forward. "Shall we prepare an invasion, my Lord?"
Valthor grinned, revealing razor-sharp fangs. "No, no… not yet." He leaned forward, his crimson eyes glowing with amusement.
"The Gods have placed a Divine Barrier. We cannot touch them… for now."
He leaned back, wings twitching in anticipation.
"But in ten years?" His smirk widened. "Oh, then we shall see just how 'blessed' these Otherworlders truly are."
The Abyss trembled at his laughter.
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Eleven Continent!
The Elven Sanctuary – Beneath the World Tree
At the heart of the Elven Sanctuary, beneath the colossal branches of Yggdrasil, the World Tree, an assembly of elves stood in silent contemplation. Their elegant, long ears twitched with unease as golden leaves rustled in the eternal breeze.
At the forefront stood their Queen—a woman of ethereal beauty, her golden hair cascading like liquid sunlight. Her emerald eyes held the wisdom of centuries, and her gown, woven from living leaves, shimmered with an aura of purity and grace.
She raised a delicate hand, and the elves fell into complete silence.
"You are all aware of the sudden emergence of a new continent—the Otherworlders' Continent."
She let the words sink in before continuing.
"For centuries, we have lived in harmony, untouched by the wars of humans, demons, and devils. But now, a great change has arrived."
A young elf warrior stepped forward, his silver hair catching the light. "Should we not act first, Your Majesty? If they grow too powerful, they may threaten the forests."
She regarded him with a soft yet firm gaze. "For now, we shall observe. We are the keepers of nature not conquerors."
"Time will tell"
The elves murmured in agreement, yet beneath their composed exteriors, unease festered.
Deep within her heart, however, the Queen knew…
Change was coming.
The world was changing.
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Back on the Otherworlders Continent!
Meanwhile, Jack and his family stood in stunned silence, their minds struggling to process everything Ava had told them.
A new world. A new power system. A ten-year countdown before their continent would be exposed to the rest of this world—a world filled with stronger, faster, and more ruthless beings.
James clenched his fists. "We have ten years to prepare. That's not a long time."
Emma nodded. ''We need to understand this world—it's magic, history, and dangers."
Jack took a deep breath before speaking the words weighing on everyone's minds.
"If we don't become strong enough in these ten years…" His voice was calm, yet firm. "We won't survive when the barrier falls."
Silence.
They were no longer on Earth. This was Samsara World—a world where the strong ruled, and the weak perished.
If they wanted to truly live, then they had only one choice.
Grow stronger. No matter the cost.
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Across Samsara, the Uproar Continued…
The Otherworlders' Continent was no mere anomaly.
It was the catalyst of a new era of uncertainty, power struggles, and destiny.
From the empires of men to the fortresses of dwarves…
From the floating cities of mages to the dark citadels of demons…
From the tribes of beastmen to the palaces of Legendary beast…
From the Golden Thrones of Empires to the shadowed dens of assassins, from the holy citadels of angels to the demonic pits of the Abyss every power in the world had turned its gaze toward the Otherworlders.
Watching.
Waiting.
Preparing.
The game of fate had begun.
And in ten years…
The world would never be the same again.