It finally happened.
After years of relentless study, shaping, training, absorbing, and mastering magic across three universes—
Merlin Template: 100%
The moment the system flashed that message, a wave of deep, ancient magic surged through me like a tidal storm. Merlin's full power, his knowledge, his lineage—all of it crashed into my soul at once.
I gasped, clutching my staff as the universe dipped sideways.
Merlin's memories flooded in…
Centuries of spells.The rise and fall of sorcerers.The crafting of the Encantus.Battles against Morgana.The weight of the Prime Merlinean mantle.The vastness of magic that dwarfed even the mightiest human minds.
My body trembled under the depth of it—thousands of years of experience, victories, mistakes, heartbreak, triumph.
When the rush finally settled… my magic felt impossibly vast.
Deeper.Denser.Sharper.Older.
I steadied myself with a long breath.
"I… I really am turning into something terrifying."
Then the next notification arrived—quiet, almost gentle.
You have acquired Merlin's Magical Realm.A dimension the size of an entire continent.
I froze.
"…I'm sorry. What?"
The system elaborated:
A personal world.Merlin's sanctuary.A hidden dimension layered between realities.A place only its master—or those the master invites—can enter.
A world where magical laws answered only to me.
A world the size of a continent.
My own world.
My fingers trembled as I whispered, "I… have a realm. An entire realm."
And then—
A solution lit in my mind like starlight.
Subordinates.
No more worrying about Odin asking, "Where did they come from?"No more hiding summons.No more scrambling for excuses.
I could summon whoever I pleased—Death Eaters, Maiar servants, demons, spirits, sorcerers—and simply send them into my dimension.
A realm outside Odin's perception.Outside Yggdrasil's weave.Outside all nine realms.
A place I could fill with:
• Armies• Magical forges• Enchanted forests• Volcanic fortresses• Training grounds• Alchemical labs• Sacred temples• Throne halls• Libraries the size of cities
A place to build my empire quietly.
A private empire.
I closed my eyes.
For a moment, everything was silent. Ageless. Boundless.
The system had given me a world.
And as the white cloak settled around me and Merlin's staff pulsed with quiet approval, I whispered:
"A goddess should always have her own realm."
A slow, wicked smile curved my lips.
"And mine is only the beginning."