As the golden sun bathed Samsara in its divine radiance, an unprecedented movement stirred across its vast lands. The gods' decree had ignited a storm of change, and their celestial envoys moved with unwavering purpose.
While Ava was guiding Jack and his family, another divine force was already in motion.
FWOOOSH!
The first team of high-ranking angels, led by Archangel Raziel, descended upon the mightiest continents of Samsara—Human Continent, Demon Continent, Beast Continent, Elven Continent, and Demi-Human Continent. Their mission was clear: to summon the greatest Production-Class Masters and powerhouses to aid in the development of the newly formed Otherworlders Continent.
And the gathering place is to be the Central Continent!
This was no ordinary recruitment.
The gods themselves had taken an unprecedented interest in the Otherworlders Continent, ensuring that only the best of the best were chosen.
The decree of the divine had sent shockwaves through every major faction in Samsara.
And now, the strongest Production-Class Masters, guild leaders, and hidden experts sought to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The moment the gods' decree echoed across Samsara, it sent shockwaves through every corner of the world. In a single instant, the balance of power began to shift.
From the towering citadels of mighty empires to the hidden sanctuaries of reclusive masters, an undeniable truth settled into the hearts of all.
A new frontier had emerged.
And with it, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Powerhouses, guilds, and hidden experts, each wielding knowledge and strength that shaped civilizations, now turned their sights toward the Otherworlders Continent.
This wasn't just about power.
It was about securing a future.
-A land untouched by history, its soils rich with untapped resources, its skies brimming with new possibilities, who would not desire a stake in its fate?
-A fresh battlefield where influence and dominance could be established from the very beginning.
And most importantly
-A new breed of individuals had been thrown into this world.
Otherworlders.
Their origins? Mysterious.
Their potential? Unmeasured.
If these Otherworlders were truly special, then forming ties with them now, before they reached their full potential, could prove to be the most strategic move in history.
A game of fate had begun.
And only those bold enough to seize this opportunity would stand at the forefront of an era-defining change.
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Of course, the gods would not allow just anyone to set foot upon this new land.
To join the Otherworlders' Continent was not merely a privilege, it was a divine pact.
Strict blood and soul contracts were enforced, binding applicants with unbreakable oaths, while divine vows loomed over their very existence.
Those who wished to claim a place had to swear unwavering loyalty to the rules governing this sacred land.
They had to dedicate their knowledge, craft, and power toward forging a society worthy of the gods' vision.
Betrayal? Treachery? Corruption?
Such actions would not be tolerated.
Divine punishment was absolute. Those who dared to violate the oath would face something far worse than mere death, eternal damnation, erasure from existence, or perhaps… something even darker.
And yet
Despite these fearsome conditions…
Despite the unyielding divine restrictions…
Thousands of Production-Class Masters, ancient guilds, and mighty organizations still fought, tooth and nail, for a chance to claim a place in this unprecedented venture.
The allure of the Otherworlders' Continent was too great.
It was a land of rebirth, a realm of limitless potential, a stage where history itself would be rewritten.
And only those bold enough to accept the gods' decree would have the chance to carve their names into eternity.
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The Grand Assembly of Masters
The time had come.
The Grand Assembly of Masters was about to begin in the Central Continent, the only land where all races coexisted in harmony. Here, humans, demons, devils, demi-humans, elves, magical beasts, sea folk, dwarves, and countless others lived side by side, forming the most diverse civilization in Samsara.
And now, it would become the foundation of a new era.
FWOOOOSH!
From the heavens, golden chariots streaked across the sky, pulled by divine beasts wreathed in celestial flames. Angels with radiant halos and resplendent armor guided them, ferrying the greatest Production-Class Masters toward their destined gathering place.
One of them descended faster than the rest.
A blinding streak of golden light tore through the atmosphere.
The air trembled.
The land itself seemed to bow under an immense divine pressure.
Archangel Raziel had arrived.
BOOOOOM!
A pulse of holy energy surged outward as six magnificent wings unfurled in all their divine glory. He hovered for a moment, his piercing golden gaze sweeping across the plaza. Silence fell.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to move.
Because before them stood the Voice of the Gods.
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The Gathering of Legends;
Before Raziel, arranged in precise formations, stood the greatest Production-Class Masters of Samsara.
Each one a legend.
Each one a master of their craft.
Each one an individual whose skills could shape history itself.
Among them stood the greatest minds of their respective fields:
Alchemists – Masters of potion-making, elixirs, and transmutation, capable of refining raw materials into miraculous substances from immortality-granting nectars to world-shattering poisons.
Blacksmiths – The forgers of weapons and armor, crafting legendary blades infused with divine power, armor that defied destruction, and artifacts that could alter destiny itself.
Enchanters – Weavers of magic into objects, embedding equipment with self-repairing enchantments, elemental affinities, and curse-breaking protections.
Rune Scribes – Scholars of ancient glyphs and arcane inscriptions, capable of carving runes into armor, weapons, and structures to enhance their power.
Artificers – Engineers of magical machines, creators of autonomous golems, and wielders of forbidden magi-tech.
Tailors – Masters of enchanted fabrics, weaving robes of concealment, cloaks of flight, and armors that shifted with the wearer's will.
Beast Breeders – Tamers and enhancers of magical creatures, capable of selectively evolving them into legendary beasts of war and wisdom.
Herbalists – Seekers of the rarest mystical herbs, crafting potions that enhanced the soul, strengthened the body, and prolonged life.
Inscriptionists – Scribes of forbidden knowledge, capable of sealing magic into scrolls, trapping spirits, and crafting unbreakable magical contracts.
Jewelcrafters – Masters of embedding gems with elemental forces, creating rings, amulets, and crowns that granted unmatched magical power.
Formation Masters – Architects of massive magical arrays, capable of shifting battlefields, summoning divine beings, or fortifying entire cities with nigh-impenetrable defenses.
Puppeteers – Manipulators of lifelike dolls, enchanted warriors, and sentient constructs that moved as extensions of their own will.
Talisman Makers – Crafters of divine charms, ancient warding papers, and sealing talismans that could lock away demonic entities or unleash elemental devastation.
Poison Masters – Alchemists of death, suffering, and slow agony, creating toxins that bypassed divine protection and crippled even the strongest beings.
Spirit Binders – Mystics who formed contracts with spirits, binding them to weapons, objects, and even their own bodies to harness supernatural powers.
And yet
There was still one more.
A profession shrouded in mystery, one that few could comprehend.
The Sheer.
No one knew exactly what it entailed, but whispers spoke of an ability that surpassed mortal craftsmanship. Something beyond the reach of even gods. You can see future or predict someone's future!
Among these assembled masters were not just Production-Class elites but also Guild Masters, Royal Craftsmen, and Legendary Scholars, those who had ruled over their domains for centuries.
They had all come here, drawn by the gods' decree and the promise of a new future.
Raziel raised his hand.
The entire world seemed to hold its breath.
And then
The divine proclamation began.
A brilliant golden scripture materialized in the air, displaying the Divine Edict of the Production-Class Masters.
The Divine Edict;
"Heed this decree from the Gods, those who seek to shape and develop the Otherworlders' Continent can join this endeavor."
1. The greatest masters of production shall gather to train the Otherworlders in their respective fields.
2. Guilds shall be established, ensuring order and governance over trade, craftsmanship, and economy.
3. A council of Production-Class Elders shall be formed to oversee advancements in creation and industry and establish Production Academies across the Otherworlders' Continent.
4. The Otherworlders' Continent shall remain neutral, protected from external wars and conflicts for 10 years.
When the decree was announced, a hushed silence fell over the masters. Then an uproar erupted.
The Powerhouses Response;
Many of the gathered powerhouses immediately wanted to join this project for the development of the newly formed continent. One by one, Production Masters and Powerhouses stepped forward, announcing their names and specialties.
First to step forward was Thorgar Ironmaw, the renowned Grandmaster Blacksmith of the Dwarves. His fiery red beard, entwined with rings, swayed as he strode forward. Standing only 1.5 meters tall, his presence was larger than life, his molten gold eyes burning with an unyielding passion for the forge. Clad in dragon-hide robes, his hammer "Titan's Anvil" rested against his shoulder. "Aye, I'll shape the mightiest arms and armor for this land, so long as ye bring me the finest ore and the strongest flames!" he declared, his voice like the ringing of a forge bell.
Following him was Sylthara Moonveil, the Supreme Alchemist of the High Elves. She moved gracefully, her silken silver hair flowing like liquid mercury, her violet eyes shimmering with arcane wisdom. Wrapped in robes adorned with alchemical symbols, her very presence radiated the scent of rare herbs and elixirs. "Alchemy is not just science; it is the essence of life itself. I shall ensure the Otherworlders' Continent has access to potions beyond mortal comprehension," she stated, holding up a vial of Elixir of Eternal Youth, its liquid glimmering like a captured star.
From the waters emerged Nerissa "Tidal Silk" Vaelora, the Grand Sheer of the Abyssal Mermaids. Her sapphire-blue skin gleamed under the sunlight, and her deep cerulean hair swayed like ocean waves. Draped in enchanted sea-silk robes, she raised a delicate yet unbreakable thread spun from Abyssal Leviathans. "Even the tides answer my call. Let the world see the beauty of the ocean's gifts," she announced, offering garments infused with the power of the sea.
The ground trembled as Valdrik "Ironfang", the War God and Grand Guild Master, stepped forward. Standing an imposing 2.3 meters tall, his bronze-tanned skin bore countless battle scars, his fiery crimson eyes burning with an unwavering resolve. His divine battle robe, embroidered with maps and war symbols, fluttered as he held up a mystical map that detailed hidden dungeons and forgotten lands. "Adventures, and war shapes history. I shall chart every land, ensuring this newly formed continent's future," he proclaimed, his very voice commanding the air itself.
Then came Yuki "Silverfang" Nozomi, the Grand Beast Breeder, a legendary Nine-Tailed Fox Beast who gained human form. Her porcelain-white skin radiated a celestial glow, and her icy blue eyes mesmerized both man and beast alike. Dressed in a robe woven with mystical runes, her nine silver tails swayed behind her, exuding an aura of mystery and untamed wilderness. "All creatures deserve respect. I shall ensure this land thrives alongside the beasts that walk it," she vowed, summoning a Storm Phoenix, a creature of myth and legend.
One by one, these legendary figures pledged themselves to the development of the Otherworlders' Continent, their skills and knowledge forming the pillars of a new age of progress and industry.
All these legendary figures have their own hidden motives, and want to know more about otherworlders. They want to know if this Otherworlders misfortune or fortune for Samsara.
Amidst the gathering of legendary figures, another presence emerged, one that carried the weight of divine authority. A woman stepped forward, her presence as radiant as the morning sun, yet as unyielding as a divine decree.
This was Saintess Seraphina Valeria, the Grand Divine Artificer and Master of Sacred Relics, a figure revered within the Holy Church of Radiance. Her platinum-silver hair cascaded in waves down to her waist, glowing faintly under the sunlight. Her violet-gold eyes held a depth of wisdom and judgment, capable of seeing through deception and impurity. Standing at 1.85 meters tall, her figure was adorned in pristine white and gold ceremonial robes, embroidered with holy runes that pulsed with divine energy.
Draped over her shoulders was the Mantle of Solarias, a relic woven from threads of divine light, signifying her direct blessing from Solarias, the God of Radiance. In her hand, she carried the Celestial Edict, a golden staff embedded with an ethereal gemstone said to hold a fragment of the sun's power.
"The creation of this land is a test of fate. Will the Otherworlders bring ruin or salvation? We of the Church shall oversee this endeavor, ensuring that the path of righteousness is upheld," Seraphina declared, her voice ringing with both grace and unshakable conviction.
Despite her noble words, her true intentions remained veiled. The Holy Church sought to understand the Otherworlders were they an anomaly meant to be guided, or a threat that must be purged before they could upset the balance of Samsara?
But not everyone was willing to submit so easily.
Deep within the crowd, a faction of hidden figures stood silently. These were the underground powers, the secretive merchants, and the opportunists who had come to seize power rather than serve a cause.
One figure, cloaked in dark robes, whispered, "A neutral continent? A land free from Samsara's influence? Hah… this place will become a battlefield soon enough."
Yet, the divine presence of the angels was overwhelming. Even the schemers dared not act recklessly.
With the declaration made, the selection process officially began.
One by one, the Production-Class Masters were tested.
Their skills were examined by divine artifacts.
Their knowledge was questioned by high-ranking scholars.
Their loyalty was judged by Angels through blood & soul contracts.
For three days and three nights, the trials continued.
Some masters were instantly approved and granted a place. Others were rejected on the spot due to selfish motives or hidden agendas.
When the final selection was complete only 100 Production-Class Elders and 500 powerhouses were selected.
And so, the foundation for the Otherworlders Continent was set but whether it would become a utopia or a battlefield remained unknown.
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To Be Continued….!