On a random day, I just felt like writing a novel after watching black clover, one piece, Bleach, mushoku tensei and naruto. I hope to create a idea which could go on par with some other Goats of Animes like the ones I mentioned Before. I will be using ai since my first time making it.
đ„ Chapter 1: The End of a kingdom and beginning of the a New adventure.
A bird's-eye view of the Noble Kingdom stretched beneath the clouds â a sprawling land of spires, steam trains, and smoke-belching factories. Its cobblestone streets bustled with alchemic engineers, armored knights riding gear-forged mounts, and magical lights powered by runic cores.
It was a kingdom of advancement â a beacon of progress.
But all lights eventually burn out.
The sky turned crimson. Thunder cracked, but no clouds moved. A rift opened above the capital â swirling black and violet, a yawning gateway to the Underworld. Screams echoed through the streets as shadow-born creatures and twisted beasts spilled forth, devouring everything in their path.
Shiro was only ten when the chaos began.
He didn't see the portal open. He didn't hear the screams.
He was already asleep â wrapped in a blanket, unaware that his world was crumbling.
A wounded royal guard, cloaked in ash and blood, carried him through the dying forest and up the mountain. The man's body was torn and cursed, but his will burned stronger than any magic. He placed the sleeping child in an ancient time-sealed chamber, hidden deep within the roots of a hollowed tree.
He whispered a prayer and activated the Time Lock spell, meant to open only when the kingdom was safe again.
But something went wrong.
Instead of ten days... it was set to Ten Thousand years.
The guard stumbled from the chamber. A demon spotted him. He didn't get the chance to scream.
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đČ Ten thousand years later...
A faint click echoed in the darkness.
The vines that had overgrown the chamber slowly unwrapped. Shiro opened his eyes.
His small body trembled as he sat up, dust falling from his white hair. The tree's interior had crumbled â the magical crystals long dead, the chamber's walls cracked beyond repair.
> "...Where am I?" he whispered.
He stumbled outside. The forest was thicker now, wilder. Trees he didn't recognize loomed above. Birds circled overhead. Strange light flickered in the distance â and the air smelled... different.
He climbed the tallest tree he could find.
The kingdom was still there. But it was no longer his.
The walls were taller. The layout was wrong. Strange towers of obsidian rose from the center. Magic-tech airships buzzed across the sky. The flag had changed.
He climbed down, ran back to the chamber, and examined the control rune.
> "10,000years..."
He froze. His breath caught in his throat.
The last thing he remembered was his mother's lullaby.
And now... his world was gone.
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đŸ Later, in the wilds...
Shiro began walking toward the kingdom, guided by instinct and faded memory. Along the way, he encountered creatures out of stories â glowing slimes, biting plants, and beasts that defied logic.
He ran from everything.
But the pack of werewolves didn't let him escape so easily.
Snarls filled the forest as clawed feet thundered behind him. His legs burned. His heart pounded. He didn't want to die. Not now. Not before he found answers. Not before he knew if his family had ever survived.
> "Please... I don't want to die!"
Just as a werewolf lunged toward him â a flash of scarlet flame split the air.
The beasts howled. Fire wrapped around them like chains. In seconds, they were ash.
A man stepped forward, cloaked in black and red, eyes glowing with magic. Fire danced from his fingertips as if it were alive.
Shiro stared in awe. Magic like that... he had never seen. Not in any book. Not in any dream.
And so, his journey in a world ten thousand years too late... had begun.