Luke woke with drowsiness still clinging to him, his mind slow to surface. He turned his head slightly and glanced at the phone beside his bed. The glowing numbers read 11:33.
So late…
He lifted a hand and rubbed his forehead. There was only a faint ache left now, a dull reminder rather than pain. Compared to the past few days, it was almost nothing. The fusion of memories—of soul and body—felt nearly complete. Whatever instability had haunted him since arriving in this world was settling, piece by piece, into something whole.
Looks like it's almost done.
With that thought lingering quietly, Luke slipped out of bed and stepped into the hallway. The house was dark, wrapped in silence. Moonlight filtered through the windows, pale and thin, casting soft shadows along the walls and floor. Everyone else was asleep.
As he walked, his thoughts drifted idly, until his feet carried him into the kitchen. He didn't know what he was looking for—maybe water, maybe reassurance that this place was real. On the dining table sat a bowl, carefully covered with a fine net.
Luke lifted the net.
Inside was a bowl of rice porridge, still neatly placed, untouched.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Looks like Mom thought I missed dinner because of a fever from the rain yesterday.
The thought warmed him more than the food itself. He reheated the porridge, the quiet hum of the oven filling the kitchen. Sitting alone at the table, he ate slowly, savoring the warmth. His eyes flicked now and then to the faint outline of the panel in his vision.
Five minutes left.
Better go back to my room.
He finished quickly and returned upstairs. Inside his room, Luke sat at his desk, his attention fully focused inward—on the panel, or more precisely, on
the World Weekly timer. Seconds ticked by, each one stretching with anticipation.
Then the clock struck midnight.
The panel shifted.
The empty space filled, lines of text appearing with calm precision. Luke leaned forward, his heartbeat steady but alert, as he began to read. Nervousness mixed with curiosity. The strangeness of this world—of his situation—pressed closer with every word.
WORLD WEEKLY
USES : 1
SEARCH: WORLD GENERAL INFORMATIONS
Nevarth.
An existence unlike any other. A unique world within its solar system—or perhaps within the universe itself. And where uniqueness existed, covetous eyes were never far behind.
Luke's gaze sharpened.
Before Nevarth itself was born, there existed a being of consciousness, formed with immeasurable power. The universe named this being the First Will.
Aethrone.
Only after that did Nevarth come into existence.
Day by day, the world grew beneath the watchful eyes of Aethrone, the God. Time passed—how much time, no one could say. Eons flowed by until the growth of Nevarth slowed… and finally came to a halt.
Luke felt a subtle heaviness settle in his chest as he read on.
Believing the world to be barren, Aethrone created the first living thing upon Nevarth, embedding within it a trace of his own soul. It was a plant.
The World Tree.
The first race of the world.
Centuries passed. The tree grew vast beyond imagination, its crown spreading so wide it nearly overshadowed the entire world. Watching this growth, Aethrone was filled with happiness.
Then the God began creating more beings—races born from parts of his own existence. He called them the Children of Aethrone.
From his light came angel From his shadow came devil From his magic came witche From his tears came mermaidS and sea monsters From his blood and bones came vampire and werewolve
With every creation, Aethrone's joy grew without limit.
And finally, from the most precious part of his being—the Will itself—he created human
his favored child.
He named the first HUMAN Gaiana Earthheart.
Luke's breathing slowed as the name settled into him.
These beings were not mere creations. They were the first of their kind on Nevarth. Absolute origins. They did not rule by crowns or thrones.
They were law by existence.
The panel continued, each name unfolding with weight that felt less like legend and more like remembered truth.
Lumyra, the keeper of balance, holding all realms together—overseer of the Nine Realms, acting only when Nevarth itself faced collapse.
Seraphiel Luminaris, the First Angel, incarnation of light. Where light existed, he had already passed. The source of angels, judge of the skies—light obeyed him, not the reverse.
Belial Shadowreave, the First Devil, Shadow Monarch. Every shadow was a throne he had once sat upon. Origin of devils, master of contracts and dominion, bending darkness to his will.
Morvanna Runethorn, the First Witch, Queen of the Magic . All magic remembered her name. Creator of the rune language—every rune descended from her design.
Lilith Lunareth, the First Vampire, the Original. Blood itself began to remember after her. Mother of all vampires, immortal before immortality had meaning.
Fenrir Bloodfang, the First Werewolf, the Beast King. The moon howled because it feared him. Alpha of all beasts, strength without limit, instinct made divine.
Sylvara Tidewhisper, the First Mermaid, Daughter of Moonsea. The sea breathed when she moved. Ruler of tides and currents, her voice calming storms—Moonsea answered only to her.
Krathul Voidwave, the First Sea Monster, the Old One. Before gods ruled the sea, it feared Krathul. A living abyss, so ancient that even Deepblue avoided his wake.
And finally—
Gaiana Earthheart, the First Human, Mother of Earths. From her hands, land learned to live. Origin of humanity, giver of growth and endurance. Soil, stone, and life itself recognized her.
Under Aethrone's guidance, Gaiana later created the first mortal races upon the earth beyond the gods themselves. Others followed her example, creating races of their own—but none were as perfect as humans.
Because humans were created from the Will.
Unlike the others, Gaiana was granted freedom—the ability to use any racial power she desired. Humans inherited this as a racial talent, though in far weaker form.
Thousands of years passed. Every race settled into its place across Nevarth
Then Aethrone disappeare
With the God gone, malicious intent surfaced among some of the Children. Wars erupted between gods. Nevarth was pushed to the brink of destruction.
To save the world, it was divided into nine parts. The World Tree bound them together, preventing the realms from drifting apart. The powers of the gods were stripped away. They fell into slumber.
The world needed time to recoverThus END the Old Era
Power systems were suppressed.
The world could no longer produce powerful beings. Instead, the World Tree itself became the overseer and maintainer of Nevarth's power system.
The realms were separated, connected only through Lumyra.
Until—
2008 NE.
The First Stage of World Balance Restoration began. The suppression weakened. Awakenings started to appear once more.
Luke leaned back slightly, absorbing it all.So that's why…
The panel continued, revealing the geography of the world.
Two seas—Deepblue, violent and hunting, ruled by sea monsters, and Moonsea, calm and luminous, ruled by mermaids. Four lands circling Moonsea: Nightfall of the vampires, Sunridge of humanity, Wildhaven of the werewolves, Emberlys of the witches. Beneath them all, Helldeep of the devils. Above, Skyreach of angels. And beyond all, Highheaven—the realm of the World Tree itself.
Then came the power system.
Nine stages nine levels for each stage.
Essence.
Physical and Soul guided by Lumyra.
Luke read every word carefully—the Awakening Stage, where one merely gained permission to grow; Talent Wielders, where racial power awakened; Fused Ones, where magic became one with body and soul; Limit Breakers, who borrowed power at great cost; Domain Controllers, whose presence shaped territory.
And beyond those—
Law Enforcers.
Legend Users.
The Original.
The Absolute One.
Luke's eyes lingered on the final state.
Slowly, he closed the panel.
The room felt heavier now, filled with truths too vast to fully grasp. The legends of this world were not myths. They were history—sealed away, restrained, waiting for the right time.Luke leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, the moonlight tracing faint lines above him.
So this is Nevarth.
Outside, the night remained silent. The house slept peacefully, unaware of the ancient forces that shaped the world beneath its calm surface.
And deep within Nevarth, balance continued to shift—quietly, inevitablys