[Global Announcement]
The Age of Dominion has begun. Survival is mandatory. Camps will stabilize in 24 hours. Prepare accordingly.
Aston Directly Opened the regional chat
[Regional Channel – Eastern Border]
candidates: 100,000,000
The chat exploded the moment it opened—so fast Aston could barely read the incoming flood of messages.
User_483838: HOLY—IS THIS REAL!? DID EARTH JUST BLOW UP??
NairobiKid: If this is a prank I swear I'm suing someone.
Skydiver19: BRO I SPAWNED IN A HUMAN CASTLE I'M LITERALLY SURROUNDED BY KNIGHTS—
Nepal Chill: Lucky. I spawned in a freezing mountain. No shoes. Send help.
TokyoTech: Wait wait WAIT—are we… in a game? A system world?
DesertWalker: Guys… guys I spawned alone. There's a giant scorpion staring at me.
DesertWalker: Oh no it moved.
Desert Walker: OH NO IT MOVED—
Aston blinked at the chaos.
"100 million people…? All talking at once?"
And most of them—judging by the messages—were celebrating or coping with being in human territories, which sounded relatively safe.
He kept scrolling.
kingdom_spawned: I'm with like 500 others in some medieval fortress LOL
kingdom_spawned: THEY GAVE US BREAD
kingdom_spawned: BREAD.
Random User: I'm in a town square. People crying everywhere. Someone already passed out.
Cursed Luck: Who else got spawned underwater???
CursedLuck: BRO I'M STILL SWIMMING TELL MY MOM I LOVE HER
Nerd Supreme: Question—anyone NOT spawned in human-friendly places?
AfricaEast: Same question. I see ruins and bones. This ain't right.
DarkForest404: Why does my place smell like blood…?
WindRunner: I think I'm in an elf forest???
WindRunner: The trees are glowing. Someone send me lore.
Demon_Slayer: Anyone in "Demonic Territory"? Mine says that.
Demon_Slayer: …why is no one answering me
Demon_Slayer: HELLO??
[Regional Chat]
Protagonist Vibes: LOL I GOT A LEGENDARY TALENT LET'S GOOO
God Hands: Mythic talent here. Bow before me mortals.
HumanHero: Did someone get Primordial??
HumanHero: Asking for a friend.
GlassWalker: I GOT COMMON. I WANT TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER.
DudeStop: Guys my talent is literally "Fire Resistance (Minor)" WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS
People were panicking, celebrating, arguing, scheming.
A global civilization thrown into a fantasy world in seconds—now trying to organize itself like it was a chaotic livestream.
Aston swallowed.
He realized that very few people were spawned in the demonic camp.
Maybe fifty… maybe eighty at most.
In a regional chat of one hundred million, that number was terrifyingly small.
He scrolled back, scanning the flood again.
DemonSpawn_09: Any other demons??
ShadowEgg: Demon territory here… I'm hiding in a hole help.
DemonicDeez: Why are there so FEW of us???
And the rest: Human territories, Human kingdoms and Human-friendly forests.
But Demonic regions? Almost no one.
Aston's stomach tightened.
"So I'm… one of the unlucky few."
But then he remembered—the instinctive flood of information he gained after devouring the egg shell.
The strange, primal data still swirled faintly in his mind, settling into place as if burned into his soul.
The Path of Ascension.
Everyone who arrived began as an Adventurer—a blank class, a starting point.
To truly rise—to become a Lord, a God, or a Demonic Lord—you needed something else.
A token-- a right of claim.
"Only by obtaining a Lord Token can someone start forging a territory… and begin true ascension."
Without one, you could still live.
Fight monsters.
Level up.
Join kingdoms or clans.
Be a soldier, a mage, a hunter, a blacksmith—whatever path your talent allowed.
Aston exhaled shakily.
"A normal life… is possible. Even here."
But a lord's path?
That was the route to power—greatness—or extinction.
And lord tokens… were rare.
Dropped only by Elite Monsters or granted as major system rewards.
"Meaning… I'd need to kill something far stronger than me just to have the chance."
He glanced at his surroundings—the dark Nile Forest felt like it was breathing.
Demonic vines twisted around black stone.
Red mist was coiling low to the ground.
Something distant howled—a deep, resonant cry the earth seemed to shudder beneath.
Aston forced himself to stay calm.
He then turned and opened his status panel.
[STATUS WINDOW]
Name: Aston Garfield
True Name: Dravos Velnaris Vornkhael(hidden)
Race: Demon
Noble Rank: Baron (Low Nobility)
Bloodline: Mixed — Unawakened
Level: 1
Attributes:
• Constitution: 5
→ Power (Constitution × 3): 15
• Magic: 5
→ Spirit Qi (Magic × 10): 50
Free Attribute Points: 10
Innate Talent:
Epic — Lucky One (B)
Skills: None
Titles: None
Aston stared at the glowing lines describing his new existence—particularly two words: race-Demon and nobility-Baron.
He didn't fully understand them, but then instantly, Aston felt the knowledge settle into his mind—instinctual, inherited, undeniable.
Bloodline Determines Nobility!
In the demonic realm, everything began and ended with bloodline.
Bloodline determines: Nobility, Evolution potential, Affinity for demonic arts, Strength of the Vessel, How fast one can grow, What forms and transformations one can unlock....and much more
Demons were not a single species but a vast collective of twisted evolutions and ancient lineages—beastlike demons, humanoid demons, eldritch horrors, mutated forms, and elemental infernal. Their appearance varied wildly.
But their Nobility rank—their place in the hierarchy—was always decided by blood.
The Nobility hierarchy flowed like this:
Commoner → Baron → Viscount → Earl → Count → Marquis → Duke → Archduke → Demon Lord → Dominion Demon Monarchs/Gods
90% of demons are Commoners, born from diluted or broken bloodlines.Weak, unstable, barely above beasts.
The remaining 10% possess Nobility, ranging from Barons all the way up.These were the true pillars of demon society.
At the top stood the Pure-Blooded Lineages(at least from Marquis rank—those with origins traced directly to primordial demon ancestors. They were rare, revered, and feared. Only purebloods had a natural chance to evolve into Demon Lords or Demon Gods.
Bloodline was everything—strength, evolution potential, abilities, status… even survival.
A pureblood demon could grow effortlessly, their bodies naturally absorbing infernal energy.
A mixed-blood like Aston…
He was weaker at the start, fragile, undefined—but also adaptable. With the right opportunities, he could awaken traits from any of the demonic lines hidden in his Vessel.
Also From the Inherited Knowledge, he learned;
Demon bloodlines carried innate authority. Nobles could exert pressure—bloodline suppression—on any demon below their rank.
Even a weak Baron could dominate a Commoner, forcing obedience or paralysis purely through lineage.
Higher nobles could crush lower ones with a glance.
....
Demonic forms varied—some walked on four limbs, some on two, some had scales or wings, some looked almost human.
Aston's vessel was humanoid, resembling a human shape but subtly strengthened, its core structure built to grow into something greater.
But one rule was constant:
All demons with nobility had horns.(at least one to 3). The rings and glow of the horns reflected the power of their bloodline.
Commoners often had none or malformed horn buds. Barons typically had small, sharp horns—just enough to signify rank. Counts, Dukes, and Archdukes bore magnificent ones, glowing with demonic flame or carved with ancestral markings.
Aston had not yet checked his reflection, but he could feel two protruding sharp horns on his forehead
.....
Aston felt more pieces of knowledge bloom inside his mind—cold, structured, absolute.
This world, this Age of Dominion, wasn't random chaos.
It had rules—terrifying, merciless rules that governed every species, every path, every rise to power.
LEVELS AND EVOLUTION — THE UNIVERSAL LAW
Every race—humans, demons, angels, dragons, beast men, elves, devils, beast folk, titans, spirits, and even gods in their mortal stages—followed the same foundational progression.
Aston saw it like a vision:
Levels 1–100: Mortal Realm
The basic stage where one trained, hunted, learned skills, and built their foundation.
But the true milestone wasn't the levels themselves.
It was the threshold.
Every 100 Levels = Mandatory Evolution
At the end of each 100-level cycle, a candidate had to undergo an Evolution Trial.
Pass it—and your entire existence transformed:
Demons grew sharper horns, stronger forms, awakened mutations or abilities.
Humans advanced into higher tiers—Knights, Sages, Holy Orders, or Divine Vessels.
Dragons shed their old scales and grew closer to their true forms.
Angels unlocked dormant divinity or holy light.
Beast folk awakened their ancestral beast souls.
Devils and gods-in-exile regained fragments of their former might.
Fail the evolution?
The system was brutally clear:
You die.
It wasn't punishment.
It was balance.
Only those who grew strong enough—mentally, physically, and spiritually—deserved to ascend.
Higher Evolutions — The Path to Dominion
Aston felt it like an echo:
Level 100 → First Evolution(first order)
Level 200 → Second Evolution
Level 300 → Third Evolution
…and so on.
By the 10th Evolution, candidates touched the threshold of:
Godhood, for those walking the divine path.
Demon Lordship, for those on the demonic path.
Dragon Sovereigns, for dragons.
Archangels, for angels.
Primordial Beasts, for beast folk.
Ascension was not for the weak.
Most mortals never reached Level 100.
Most who reached 100 died in the trial.
Only a handful ever survived to see the higher realms.
Aston exhaled shakily as the last of the knowledge settled.
"…So that's the world I'm in," he whispered.
A world where:
Every level mattered.
Every evolution was life or death.
Every species fought for supremacy.
Every race had the potential to become gods or demon lords.
He looked at his hands—the faint dark markings on his skin, the subtle pulse of demonic power beneath.
"Level 100… evolution… demon trials…"
He swallowed.
"I'm barely Level 1."
Aston's instincts screamed:
Survive. Grow. Evolve.
Because in this world, staying weak meant extinction.