Chapter One: Reality Collapse
In the year 189, on the 5th day of the Dragon Month,
strange phenomena began to stir across the world.
Scientists, gripped by urgency, launched countless experiments, but their efforts were fruitless. Results came scrambled, inconclusive, as if an unseen force was deliberately obstructing every breakthrough. Something or someone was actively preventing the truth from being revealed.
Domestic animals grew increasingly restless. Their behavior became erratic, though not violent more like a tremor before the quake.
The oceans, too, whispered of change: sea levels rose, slow but steady, inch by inch.
New species began to appear fruits with unknown textures, insects with unclassified biology, animals that defied evolutionary timelines. Creatures with no place in the natural order.
And in the skies above, shadows drifted.
Lights flickered, alien and cold.
Unexplainable shapes crossed the clouds.
Something was drawing near.
But the world remained blind to its shape.
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On the final day of the Dragon Month,
the winds changed.
They grew heavy, suffocating charged with something beyond mere weather. The very air thickened, as though the world itself had taken a deep breath... and was holding it.
Then came the changes.
People began to mutate. Some grew abnormally strong, their muscles adapting, bones hardening transformations that science could neither trigger nor halt.
Animals, once tame or wild, turned monstrous. Bloodlust consumed them. They evolved rapidly into brutal, misshapen predators faster, stronger, hungrier.
But humanity was not merely prey.
Scattered across the globe, certain individuals awakened strange abilities. Powers that bent the laws of reality gifts that rivaled the monsters now prowling the land.
Governments panicked.
Societies cracked.
And the scientists, desperate for answers, dug deeper.
What they found was no equation or theorem.
Only a shared, dreadful conclusion:
Something is coming.
Vast.
Unknowable.
Beyond human comprehension.
And it is poised to fall upon the world.
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Midway through the Month of the Moon,
a new phenomenon emerged one even stranger than all that had come before.
People began awakening systems intelligent, sentient-like interfaces that communicated directly with their minds. These systems guided them, adapting to their potential, personalities, and choices. Some were combat-oriented, enhancing strength, speed, agility, and granting skills to fight. Others focused on intellect, crafting, leadership, and survival providing productivity tools, enhanced perception, or strategic insight.
Each individual could now see their stats, receive tasks, and gain rewards.
Leveling up was no longer metaphorical. It became a matter of life and death.
Some systems came with warnings.
> "This is only the beginning."
"Prepare. The true apocalypse has yet to unfold."
Then came the Dimensional Cracks.
Rifts tore open across the skies, deep underground, even beneath the oceans twisting reality like fragile cloth. From within them poured unknown monsters, creatures of impossible anatomy and terrifying power. Alongside them came new species, not all hostile, but all alien.
Great Plane was no longer just a planet.
It had become a battleground.
Each day, the monsters evolved growing stronger, smarter, harder to kill.
Each day, the sky and land shifted subtly unfamiliar stars appeared, new terrains rose from nowhere, strange phenomena played with time, gravity, and thought.
The rules of reality had begun to collapse.
And now, survival itself had become a fight… not just for life, but for dominance in a world slipping into the unknown.
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As the systems spread and humanity scrambled to adapt, mysterious figures began appearing within the interfaces beings cloaked in shadow, light, flame, void, and forms beyond understanding.
They introduced themselves with many titles:
Discipleship, Apostleship, Inheritance, Succession each one offering a path of power.
Some asked to be followed.
Others chose their candidates.
A few simply watched in silence, issuing tasks and delivering rewards without explanation.
They called themselves gods or something beyond.
Their power was unimaginable, enough to warp space, silence entire regions, or bless individuals with divine skills.
And yet, they warned:
> "We are not safe either."
"Even we… are being hunted."
Some were benevolent, offering guidance, protection, and purpose.
Others were cruel twisting mortals into weapons, pawns, or playthings.
Intentions varied. But one truth remained: they had come from beyond the veil… and not all came with peace.
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In response to the unraveling world, the governments collapsed brought down by fear, disarray, and sheer force.
Amid the chaos, powerful individuals emerged Awakened who refused to flee or fall. They united to protect what remained of civilization.
Thus, the Awakeners' Bureau was formed.
A new order was born to maintain balance, gather knowledge, and fight back against the tide of monsters, madness, and unknown forces.
With it came a power-ranking system, structured and universally recognized:
> Star One to Star Fourteen.
The first star marked the newly awakened.
The Fourteenth… remained a myth. No individual or monster had yet reached that peak.
So far, the strongest beings encountered man or monster had barely touched the edge of Star Thirteen.
But the cracks were widening.
The monsters were evolving.
And the stars… were still rising.
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Months passed.
The Great Plane, now drenched in spiritual energy, continued to expand its lands reshaped, its skies fractured.
Dimensional Cracks still tore across its surface, relentless, showing no signs of healing.
What was once a world is now a realm without borders, a battlefield of gods and monsters.
The size of the Great Plane had grown to unimaginable proportions—its surface expanding over thirtyfold. But this blessing of space came with a curse.
Half of the original inhabitants were wiped out.
Entire cities vanished. Cultures were erased. The past was buried in the chaos.
In their place, new races emerged, born from ancient bloodlines or summoned by the chaos:
New branches of humanity, reshaped by the plane's energy.
Dwarves, sturdy and iron-blooded.
Dragonfolk, humanoid dragons with scales of power.
Elves, swift and ageless.
Titans, towering beings with elemental blood.
Demons, cruel and cunning.
Ogres, brutish and wild.
The Horned Tribe, humans marked by ancient horns and primal instincts.
The Fairies, a female-only race of ethereal magic and grace.
Monk Tribes, warriors who wield spirit and body as one.
And many more creatures of myth and legend, now part of a new reality.
From this chaos, nations rose. Kingdoms of steel, magic, shadow, and law.
Each ruled by warlords, emperors, sages, and beasts.
Some sought order.
Others sought conquest.
But all knew one truth:
> The Great Plane had become a world of survival.
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Then came the first day of the Sun Month the beginning of the new year.
And with it, everything changed again.
Gates and Secret Realms began to manifest, blooming like cursed flowers across the lands.
Dimensional Cracks became more frequent sometimes small, sometimes vast enough to swallow entire regions.
The rules of the world twisted again.
Reality bent under pressure.
Surviving grew harder.
Every day became a fight.
Every breath a gamble.
> To live a single day… felt like a blessing from the unknown.