The world of gaia
The fate of this world chnaged the day a crack appeared in the sky—such as space itself was ripped apart. Out of this crack poured demons, at their head one of their great commanders. Their intent was evident: to exterminate humanity.
Humanity was nothing against the demons—like ants before giants. Kingdoms crumbled, cities burned, terror filled the air. It was a bloodbath.
Then, as if destiny itself would not allow humanity to die, a miracle occurred.
Mana overflowed the world. It burst forth like a torrential tide, infiltrating the very essence of reality. And along with it, humans gained bloodline powers.
They were not as strong as the demons, but they did not give up. They fought, struggled, and against all the odds, they were able to hold back the army of demons.
But it was not over yet. The real horror was yet to begin.
The death itself came for gaia.
The skies grew dark. The air turned heavy, suffocating . And then he came.
The Demon King Asmodeus.
A creature so strong that the gods themselves feared him once. Every step that he took delivered death. Even his presence starngeld hope itself. And when he stepped, it seemed that death was dancing in his hands.
Impossible. Just give in to your death.
This is what they all believed.
And then, the world shook.
A second rift opened in the sky—wider, deeper, thundering with an energy so old it caused even the demons to halt. But this time, what came out was not death… but something else altogether.
Monsters. Beasts of legends. Creatures born of mana itself.
Dragons.
They fell like fire stars, their bellowing thundering the heavens. Their scales shone like molten steel, their wings casting shadows that engulfed whole battlefields.
They were not alone.
Out of the forests, the elves came—fleet warrior-mages with bows that could pierce the very soul.
Out of the mountains, the dwarves came—metal armor glinting, war hammers eager to shatter stone and bone both.
Out of the wilds, the orcs came—fierce, unstoppable, their war cries thundering the earth.
And leading them all, the dragons charged forward.
The war between demons and this new alliance was unlike anything the world had previously experienced. Showdowns of power split mountains. Magic blazed across the sky like burning stars. The ground opened up, devouring armies whole.
It was chaos. It was war.
And in the middle of it, standing against the Demon King, were seven figures.
The strongest warriors of humanity. Their last hope.
The fight was savagery. Every collision jolted the earth. Their most powerful magic ripped through the heavens, but they held fast. His was an overwhelming might—his single glance sufficient to shatter the weak-minded.
But the seven did not shatter.
They battled until their bodies could move little more than their limbs and their blood crimsoned the ground. And they sealed him even when they couldn't kill him, trapped forever in the Dark Abyss.
For rescuing the entire human race, seven of them were granted a title which would be remembered for generations .
The Archons.
This was the story of how seven Archons battled to the last moment to rescue their own people.
"Wow…"
A deep breath left my lips.
"They really do know how to fluff their own egos, huh?"
I read through an article on my smartwatch, recounting the War of gods as what they called it. It talked about the Seven humans Who Defied Fate, how humanity "fought" against the Demon King.
"Fought against the demon king My ass...."
They made it sound like a equal fight. In reality, humanity was about to be wiped out until the other races came to the rescue—dragons, elves, dwarves, and orcs. Without them, this so-called victory would've never occurred.
But the article barely mentioned them.
"Typical."
I closed the screen. I had greater concerns to be bothered with.
Presently, I was taking the train to my next location—the last piece of my survival quest.
The Dragon Tomb.
A tomb of one of the mighty dragons, nestled deep inside the Andes Mountains.
I have to admit, the technology here is stunning—way beyond what I was used to in my previous world. The train I was traveling on was a minimum of ten times quicker than anything I'd ever known.
I would have used a car, but I wasn't alone.
Jessica walker- known as the Blood Cat
Or as I knew her—Lizzy, my maid.
I groaned in frustration. Why is my life so bloody difficult?
At first, I hadn't even noticed her. But the other night, while I was working everything out regarding Daemon's destiny in the game, something occurred to me. There was a spy planted besides him.
"Fuck my life ... I know exactly who sent jessica walker."
It took everything I had to slip away from the palace unnoticed. Even now, I wasn't sure if she was still following me.
But it didn't matter.
Once I reached the Andes, she'd lose sight of me.
I need to find the item I came for no matter what....!
If I was going to make it in this cursed world, I had to get stronger. Because if I didn't—the moment I set foot in the academy I am good as dead.
I was lost in thought when the train just stopped abruptly.
I had arrived.
I raced to get off the train.
Alright. Let's go.
My eyes stung with resolve.
I was literally fighting for survival.
In the game, when my father—Duke Renard Draquemort—adopted the protagonist, he gave him an artifact called the Necklace of the Unknown. A treasure beyond price. An enigma in itself.
And, naturally, in one of the later storylines, when the main character was on a mission in his second year at the academy, he just happened to stumble upon the Dragon Tomb—by chance. Or, as they put it, "coincidence."
Seriously. They overpowered the main character to an absurd degree.
That was the game, though.
This was my life.
Before the Andes Mountains, I was forced to navigate through a town—the final human habitation before the wilds. The mountain itself sat on the edge of human civilization, with lands unexplored, untamed, and cruelly beyond it.
Navigating through the town, however, turned out to be more of a struggle than I anticipated.
I got lost.
Not just a little lost. Completely, hopelessly, infuriatingly lost.
I had to stop and ask for directions more times than I could count. An humiliating experience, to be sure.
Technically, I possessed a smartwatch—a device capable of displaying me every path, rendering directions absolutely unnecessary. But there was a problem- for me…
I didn't know this world's technology.
Sure, it was light-years ahead of my old world, but being aware of that and actually knowing how to utilize it were two different matters.
By the time I finally figured out the directions, I had already spent six consecutive hours wandering around the town, dodging crowded streets, dead-end alleys, and unfamiliar landmarks.
It was fucking exhausting.
But then—at last—I arrived.
Standing at the foot of the Andes Mountains, I looked up.
The towering peaks rose into the air, their jagged silhouettes piercing the clouds. A cold wind howled, bearing the smell of damp earth and ancient stone.
This was it.
I gripped my bag tightly, the weight of my choice heavy in my chest.
No going back now.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward for the first time—toward the Dragon Tomb.
Let's fucking do this...