The Seventh Continent – Starya...
A land where the weak never become heroes.
Here, you're either born with noble blood...
Or buried beneath the filth of the alleys.
In this world, people are ranked by power and influence.
A single "spirit spark" defines your fate — the strong thrive, the weak rot.
In one of the darkest corners of this continent, down a muddy, narrow alley, a child lived...
A child with no power. No friends. No protection.
He was talentless. Unblessed.
The Monks of Fate, who test children and determine their worth, once said:
"This boy is a mistake. No matter how much he trains or tries, he'll never grow..."
And that's exactly what happened.
His name was Neyvar.
No bloodline. No blessings. No future.
His paNow, at nine years old, Neyvar was beaten by noble kids just for walking near them.
Not because he had done anything wrong...
But because he had no right to breathe.
The bullying was so brutal that anyone who saw him laughed, mocked, or struck him.
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Years passed.
Neyvar grew older… but not stronger.
At age thirteen, he still hadn't awakened a single spark of magic.
They called him "Powerless" and "A Mistake of Creation."
That night was his thirteenth birthday.
No candles. No cake.
Only his tears under a silent black sky.
He sat on the roof of his broken shack,
Eyes locked on the frozen moon above.
With a cracked voice, he whispered:
— "I wish… I was never born."
— "I wish I was like them..."
— "I wish I was strong..."
— "Why me? Why do I suffer so much?"
Silence.
Then, a cold wind passed behind him.
A dark shadow appeared.
A tall figure cloaked in night, with eyes that had swallowed centuries of darkness.
— "You've been heard."
Neyvar turned in fear.
The figure stepped forward.
His voice was both whisper and storm:
— "My blood… is yours now."
— "From tonight… you are my successor.
You don't know what you are…
But one day, everyone will."
He placed his hand on Neyvar's forehead.
Suddenly, pure darkness exploded in his veins, mind, and soul.
Neyvar screamed… and collapsed on the rooftop.
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Morning came.
The sun rose.
Neyvar opened his eyes… His body ached, not from beatings…
But from something else — something alive inside him.
— "I need… to run."
For no reason, he sprinted down the alley.
Each day, he trained with a broken stick.
He pushed himself, breathed heavily, but never stopped.
After just one week…
His body changed.
His eyes sharpened.
His muscles tightened.
His mind… focused.
And for the first time… when he raised his hand—
A tiny spark of energy flickered at his fingertips.
Everyone — even the gods — had told him,
"You cannot."
But now…
He could.
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📊 Progression:
Before: Rank: Ordinary – Layer 0
Now: Rank: Ordinary – Layer 4
What others couldn't achieve in a year…
Neyvar achieved in a week.
But Neyvar didn't yet know—
The power awakening inside him wasn't something from the "System of Creation."
He wasn't in the fate books.
He wasn't in the divine cycle.
He was… a cosmic error.
And that error…
Would shake the entire world.
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🧠 Power Ranking System (Weak to Strong):
1. Ordinary
2. Commander
3. National
4. Legendary
5. God
6. Super God
7. Absolute
8. Super Absolute
rents had been destroyed years ago in a raid by nobles—bodies never found.