Kael sat on the couch, the smooth pages of his notebook resting open in his lap, pen tapping gently against his chin.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
> "When Dad wrote this book…" he murmured, "he didn't just want to make a story. He wanted to create a world no, worlds."
He flipped the page and began scribbling down notes.
> "He said it himself once… 'If I can't live long enough to see every world, I'll build them instead.'"
Kael could still remember the passion in his father's voice, the spark in his eyes. His goal had always been to make the most expansive worldbuilding novel ever written. A universe so deep, so layered, that it felt alive.
And now, standing inside that very creation, Kael began jotting down the important realities he remembered:
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Murim Reality:
A world driven by martial arts, clan wars, and ancient cultivation techniques. Honor and blood ruled its lands.
Demon King Reality:
A dark world under the rule of powerful Demon Lords. Destruction, power struggles, and chaos reigned.
Celestial Realm:
A divine reality filled with gods, spirits, and sacred beasts. A place reserved only for the Ascended.
Nether Realm:
The realm of the dead. Souls wandered endlessly under the gaze of Death's guardians.
Abyss Fire:
A burning world of lava plains and hellfire storms, ruled by beings of pure flame.
Frostborne:
A frozen land covered in eternal snow, home to ice dragons, snow spirits, and ancient frost giants.
Chrono Rift:
A shattered timeline where time moved unpredictably, sometimes backward, sometimes forward. A land where history fractured.
Shadow Veil:
A realm of eternal darkness. No sun. No sky. Only shadows and the things that lurked within.
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He paused, tapping the pen against the paper.
"There were more. I'll remember them eventually…"
But these these were the major ones. Each of them ruled by gods of immense power. Deities that governed their realms with law, chaos, or madness.
And some…
Kael frowned.
"Some will soon try to destroy the normal order."
He stared at the last sentence he had written, his crimson eyes narrowing.
The peace between realities wouldn't last. It was written in the story's bones. The cracks had already begun to show.
Kael closed the notebook.
"I have to be ready."