“Now presenting to his Imperial Majesty, the Immortal Emperor of Humanity, Emperor Jay of House Night, Sir Reginald Imperial Courier of the Human Empire.”

Emperor Jay shouts, “What news have you brought me, Sir Reginald?”

Sir Reginald, “Your Imperial Majesty I bring with me news of the discovery of a new landmass to the west, across the sea!”

Emperor Jay, “Interesting…..”

I turn to my Advisor Lord Konway and order him, “Send an expedition to this new landmass but have them take a few diplomats with them and go in peace.

We do not know if this new landmass is inhabited and I would hate to antagonize the locals should they exist.

The last thing we need is for war to break out because we did not make the necessary preparations.”

Lord Konway, “Your will be done, my Emperor.”

Emperor, “Good.

Sir Reginald!

Thank you for bringing this news to me, you are dismissed.”

Sir Reginald lowered his head further before getting up from kneeling with one knee and left.

Emperor Jay turned to his Advisor and asked in a hushed tone, “How goes the expedition to the southern continent?

Have they found the World Gate yet?”

Lord Konway replied in a hushed tone, “I recently received word via razor hawk that they have made landfall.

It may take sometime before they find the gate your Imperial Majesty.”

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My name is Ernesto Doneves.

Imperial Explorer of the crown, for several days and nights we have cut our way through this southern jungle in search of the World Gate, foretold by the Oracles.

So far all we have encountered are the Forsaken Races and beasts, there seems to be no sign of civilization here, only roaming tribes of monsters.

We have yet to find freshwater and I fear our supplies may not be replenished before we find this gate.

However, we must travel onward for the sake of humanity and his Imperial Majesty, if not by duty then to simply survive.

“Ernesto!”

I lift my head from my journal and look at my Alfredo who just burst in through the tent flap.

Alfredo, “We’re under attack again!”

Ernesto, “Very well, What’s attacking us this time?”

I ask as I grab my sword and make my way out of the tent.

Alfredo, “Goblins.”

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Meanwhile, a teenage girl on Geo is going for a walk on the rough rocky terrain not far from her clan’s camp.

With three mountains to her back the ocean to her right and a large mountain in front of her she walks forward spotting a flower growing amongst the rocks.

A man walks up behind her and says, “It very rare to find a flower in this world, hence all the more why we should treasure it.”

The Teenage Girl, “Ah, Uncle, have you come to drag me back to the clan meeting?”

She says as she bends down to pick the flower before standing up and twirling it in her fingers.

She turns to her uncle as he answers, “Rashava, You know better than to wander off during gathering’s especially this one.

Now come your father is waiting for you.”

She sighs and replies stressing her yes, “Yeees Uncle Alcimov.”

They make their way back and enter the main tent.

“All I’m saying is why not wait to send scouting parties, we have no idea what on the other side!”

“By then it may be too late and someone else would’ve beat us to it, better we lay claim to abundant lands as soon as possible!”

“All you have to do is look at the sky and you see the green lands of Origin!

It’s Humongous!”

“I!”

“I!”

“Aye!”

“Aye!”

“I!”

The resounding sound of agreements sounded through-out the room.

The teenage girl looked to her father as he spoke.

“Then it's agreed tomorrow we make way to go to the first world, Origin, through the World Gate!”

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People on worlds all-around Origin were discussing the same thing and almost everyone wanted to know more about Origin, but first, they had to get there.

However, the prime candidates for migration were, of course, Geo, Ra, and Odin all vying for fertile lands of the first world, Origin.

By this time most of Humanity on Myth had been conquered by the Dragon Empire, and due to the mana density, their enemies often rivaled the Zeicus-kin in strength on Myth. This caused expansion to grind to a halt on Myth due to the number of human resources required to combat their enemies, primarily magical creatures and monsters.

Thus it came to be that ten of the thirteen worlds sent expeditions to Origin.

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I stared at the ceiling of my cabin as the ship rocked back and forth upon the sea.

“Uuuugghhhhh I’m sooo bored.

I still don’t understand why the Immortal Emperor doesn’t just conquer the western continent, along with any other peoples we find living there, it’d be so simple.”

I hear Regimon laugh and say, “Oh come now Jeralt, you know better than that.

Are you seriously so bored that you're starting to talk smack about the Immortal’s policies?”

I leaned so far back in fear that my chair suddenly fell beneath me.

Jeralt, “Oh come now Regimon you know I didn’t mean that! I would never question his Imperial Majesty!”

Regimon, “Oh come now Jeralt, I’m kidding.

You know how much I like to see you squirm ha ha ha.

Beside nobody here is going to tattle on you for vaguely treasonous speech here, you're among friends.”

I shift my eyes from Regimon to Magsworth as he deals cards to Regimon, and he begins to speak, “Serves him right Regimon, besides what would you do Jeralt if someone else was in the room with us.

Or if one of us was an inquisitor or even a spy who decided to twist your words to sound even more treasonous.

One does not simply question his Imperial Majesty, Jeralt.

It brings your loyalty into question.”

Jeralt, “Hauh, I guess your right, it just so damn boring on this ship, I can’t even think straight with how bored I am.”

Regimon, “Bored, ha. Jeralt with the way I see it this is our chance to relax before the real work starts.

Meeting the natives.”

Jeralt, “How do you even know if there are natives?”

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“Natives!”

A sailor shouted as they traversed through the forest machetes out as they all stop cutting the foliage to look ahead. A man with dark skin small pointy ears blue hair and a blue face tattoo came out from behind a tree. Several other elves reveal themselves from behind trees.

“Fetch the diplomats!”, The captain yells as another elf jumps down from a tree landing on his feet in front of them.

“Quickly.”

Regimon, Jeralt, and Magsworth quickly walk to the front of the group.

Regimon walks forth in front of the rest of his people and extends his hand.

The Elf at the front raises an eyebrow and extend his hand as well, grasping Regimon’s forearms, and pulling him in for a half hug, before retracting back, they then both began laughing.

Regimon looks back at his people still laughing and points the elf. Both them laughing Regimon winks at his people, then they let go and the elf waves them forward, as he turns around and walks further into the forest.

Magsworth walks up to the elf's side as they all trek through the forest together, and starts writing divines runes in the air with mana, spelling out, “Hello do you mind if I use translation magic?”

The elf raises an eyebrow as he nods.

Masgworth weaves the spell with runes in the air then cast it on the group.

The Elf, “Hmm fancy.”

Magsworth, “ Aaahhh that’s better.

Now we can understand each other.”

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Magsworth, Regimon, and Jeralt all sat in a room with the Elves and their shaman.

They pushed forward a paper and Magsworth said, “We’d like to propose a trade agreement and a nonaggression treaty.”

Elven Shaman, “Hmmm we’ll have to propose this to the Head Chief.”

Jeralt, “The Head Chief?”

Elven Shaman, “Yes.

He will make the decision.”

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I sat on my throne as another messenger entered the throne room.

“Your Imperial Majesty.”

Emperor Jay, “You may speak.”

Messenger, “We have discovered the natives of the Western Continent, they are called Elves, it seems they too are united under a single ruler and are the only favored races on the continent.”

I rose and eyebrow remembered the classic l**d of the r*ngs elves, “Elves.

Did they agree to the treaties?”

Messenger, “Yes, however, they are rather barbaric, and their steel is crude though rare and expensive.”

The messenger cringed at the last word.

Emperor Jay, “Really?

Hmm, no matter, I’m sure there’s something they can offer us.”

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Explorer Ernesto Doneves and his men rushed through the jungle at the smell of smoke, as the smoke got thicker up ahead.

When they came to the edge of the clearing the smoke originated from, they saw many various peoples battling it out, thousands of bodies littered the ground as only a few were still alive doing battle.

Others retreated back through the World Gate as many more lay injured, as harsh words in other languages were shouted back and forth.

This was chaos.