📜 [SYSTEM INITIALIZED] 📜
[SYSTEM CONTENTS]
[SYSTEM TYPE: THRONE-XX-XXXXXXX | PROTOTYPE CLASS | HOST: XHAO JIN WEI]
📌 Notifications
🔹 System Boot Complete.
🔹 Core Recovery Process: [COMPLETED]
🔹 Internal Sync Rate: [COMPLETED]
🔹 Energy Thread Compatibility (Qi/Mana): [Dual-Linked]
🔹 Neural Response Calibration: [LIVE]
📌 Status Panel
🔹 Name: Xhao Jin Wei
🔹 Job: N/A
🔹 Title: XXXXXXXX-XX-THRONE [Effect: ??? (Data Fragment Missing)]
🔹 Realm: Mortal Realm – 1-Seal
🔹 Health (HP): ██████████ 100%
🔹 Energy: Qi 100% | Mana 100%
🔹 Insignia of PXXXXXX (IP): 0.0004% [STABILIZED]
🔹 Authority Level: Grade-0 (Upgradable)
📌 Inventory [Bound Space]
Storage capacity scales with (Realm).
Current Capacity: 1x1 Km.
▣ [!] This Inventory is a Living Construct – a spatial garden-world that evolves as the host levels up.
▣ Time Ratio: 5:1 (5 hours inside = 1 hour outside)
▣ Host can plant, forge, train, or even test techniques in this realm.
▣ Environmental elements within Inventory may respond emotionally.
▣ Host is like a GOD in INVENTORY.
📌 Skills
🔹 Breath of the War God(Martial Arts).
🔹 Void Pulse Palm(Technique).
🔹 Flash Step(Skill).
🔹 [???: Locked - Memory Fragment Missing]
Skill evolution possible through usage, resonance events, or system trials.
Legendary Skills may auto-update with Realm progress.
📌 Quests
🔹 Dynamic Quests – Created based on situation or psychological state.
🔹 Legacy Quests – Ancient objectives tied to host's unknown past.
🔹 System Trials – Optional trials to awaken hidden potential.
🔹 Territory Missions – Appear after domain acquisition.
📌 Equipment Slots
🔹 Helmet(OPT): —
🔹 Chestplate(OPT): —
🔹 Gloves(OPT): —
🔹 Leggings(OPT): —
🔹 Boots(OPT): —
🔹 Mask(OPT): —
✧ Wearing full Set grants random passive/active effects.
📌 Weapon Interface
🔹 Weapon Slot 1: —
🔹 Weapon Slot 2: —
🔹 Weapon Slot 3: —
🔹 Weapon Slot 4-6: —
⚠️ Weapons in slots can be materialized instantly.
📌 Throne Interface (Sentient Personality)
🎤 Name: "Throne" [LIVING(REAL)]
🎭 Tone Modes: Formal | Sarcastic | Brutal | Tactical | Oracle | Dumb MF |
🧠 Adapts to Host's emotions, trauma, and subconscious needs.
Can refuse to assist if host is deemed "emotionally unfit" for ascension.
📌 Core Features
✔️ Omni-Link Protocol
↳ Can interface with artifacts, formations, devices, and even other systems (Qi/Mana-based).
↳ Includes anti-hack, fusion, and override modules.
✔️ Environmental Scan
↳ Scan radius: 100 km
↳ Terrain Mapping | Heat Signatures | Energy Readings | Structural Weaknesses
↳ 100% Accurate.
✔️ Personal Territory System (PTS)
↳ Host can claim territories (starting radius: 50m)
↳ Can edit terrain, fortify, establish defense arrays, bind People or spirits.
↳ Advanced Territory Effects unlocked with Realm Progression.
The light slanted through the cracked window, painting golden lines across the battered floor.
Jin Wei stirred.
The ache in his bones had dulled into something bearable — a background hum instead of the full orchestra of agony he'd survived hours ago.
He sat up slowly, breathing in the crisp, earthy air of morning.
His hand brushed over his chest, feeling the faint pulse of energy within — weak, but steady.
Alive.
Rebuilding.
Rising.
He exhaled a long, shaky breath.
And then—
The air in front of him shimmered.
Two faint, translucent screens materialized before his eyes, glowing gently.
Not like before when the Throne had forcefully ripped him apart and stitched him back together.
This time... the screens floated with a strange, quiet authority.
[SYSTEM INTERFACE EXPANSION — UNLOCKED]
[NEW FUNCTIONS AVAILABLE: SHOP / MAP]
Jin Wei blinked, stunned for a second.
"...Woah."
He leaned forward slightly, as if proximity would make them more real.
"These weren't here before," he muttered. "What is this... a marketplace? A... cartographer?"
His finger twitched — instinct pulling him toward the first screen.
He tapped.
📜 [SYSTEM : SHOP INTERFACE]
🔹 Welcome to the Throne-Shop.
🔹 Currency Accepted:
- DIAMONDS[D]
- Relic Shards
- Soul Credits (Locked: Higher Authority Needed)
🔹 Beginner Catalog :
▣ Minor Recovery Elixirs (Heal Qi/Mana) — 1[D]
▣ Qi Channel Repair Scroll (Small) — 3[D]
▣ Basic Weapon Blueprints (Dagger / Sword / Bow) — 5[D]
▣ Artifact Seeds (Rare) — 10[D]
▣ Jet[MODEL : BLACK RIPPER] 105[D]
▣ Throne System Upgrades (Locked : Requires Grade-1 Authority)
🔹 Note: Higher-grade items will be visible once host stabilizes realm and raises Authority Level.
Jin Wei whistled under his breath.
"A full damn shop...?"
He skimmed through the beginner catalog, eyes flicking across healing elixirs, blueprints, strange items.
The possibilities rolled through his mind — healing his body faster, crafting custom weapons, even nurturing artifacts inside the Throne itself.
This isn't just recovery… it's acceleration.
He grinned faintly.
"But all of this costs [D]... and I'm broke as hell."
He glanced down at the corner of the screen —
DIAMONDS[D] : 4.
"Pathetic…" he muttered, chuckling dryly.
Still... it was a start.
A tiny ember in the cold darkness.
He dismissed the Shop with a thought — and turned toward the second hovering screen.
This one felt heavier somehow — like the world itself was hiding behind it.
He tapped it.
📜 [SYSTEM : MAP MODULE]
🔹 Scan Radius: 100km (Expandable)
🔹 Current Environment Overview:
- 🌳 Verdant Shroud Forest (Energy Signature: Medium-High)
- 🏚️ Forgotten Shrine of Tzerin (Relic Zone Detected)
- 🏘️ Stonia City (Safe Zone / Civilian Population: 1837)
- ❌ Blighted Hollow (High-Risk: Spirit Corruption Zone)
🔹 Detected Special Elements :
▣ Minor Spirit Spring (Hidden beneath Verdant Shroud)
▣ Ancient Beacon Fragment (Possible Artifact, near Shrine)
▣ Special Entity (Distance: 7km)
Jin Wei stared at the glowing map projection, mouth slightly open.
"...I've never seen a map like this."
His gaze roved over the miniature holographic landscape — hills, forests, ruins, all stitched together with swirling energy lines that marked dangers and treasures.
This wasn't some crude map drawn by trembling cartographers.
This was alive.
It pulsed faintly, breathing the lay of the land straight into his mind.
"And what the hell is that 'Special Entity'?"
He closed the map for now, keeping the mental coordinates burned into memory.
The Throne wasn't just giving him power.
It was giving him vision.
It was building him a new kingdom — one piece at a time.
📜 [NEW QUESTS AVAILABLE]
🔸 Quest 1: Acquire Ingredients to Craft a Strengthening Pill (Ultra-Low Tier).
[Pill Needed for stabilizing Host's Foundation]
Ingredients Needed :
- 🌿 Ironroot Herb
- 🔥 Blazing Berry
- 🧊 Frostpetal Flower
Reward: ??? (Possible Skill, Artifact, or Memory Fragment)
🔸 Quest 2: Break Through the Mortal Realm.
Reward: Minor [D] gain + Potential Healing Elixirs.
Jin Wei cracked his knuckles, feeling energy crawl lazily under his skin.
"So that's the game now, huh?"
Jin Wei was about to dismiss the floating screens when—
Another ripple of golden light spread through the air.
A third screen materialized.
But this one… felt different.
He frowned, instincts sharpening. This wasn't like the Shop or Map — there was something older here, something deeper.
📜 [SYSTEM : SYNCHRONIZATION PANEL]
Before him floated a spiraling structure, thin and luminous — like a DNA strand forged from starlight.
It twisted and turned, looping through unseen dimensions.
No beginning. No end.
Just endless helixes stretching beyond sight.
Each tiny shard embedded along the strand pulsed faintly — like miniature stars frozen in glass.
And deeper in the coils... clusters of these shards glowed slightly brighter, forming dense constellations of memory.
Jin Wei stepped closer, almost without thinking.
He reached out — and the nearest shard flickered in response.
A group of Notification appeared.
📜 [Notice : All Memory Shards are LOCKED.]
📜 [Notice : All Memory Clusters are LOCKED.]
📜 [Condition to Unlock : Advancement, Memory Resonance, or External Key Acquisition.]
Jin Wei's brows furrowed.
"Memory shards...?"
He squinted, trying to focus — but the strand seemed to slip away, phasing through layers of reality he couldn't touch.
Locked away.
Every piece of it.
He tightened his fist.
These weren't just system data.
They were pieces of him.
Pieces of the past he didn't even know he'd lost.
📜 [SYNCHRONIZATION PANEL : STANDBY MODE ENGAGED]
The panel dimmed, folding quietly into the background of his mind — waiting. Watching.
Jin Wei exhaled slowly.
"What was that..." he muttered, voice low.
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[Next Morning – Inside Elias' Cabin]
The early sun split through the cracks in the wooden walls, thin spears of light painting the dusty air golden.
The fire in the hearth had long since died, leaving only a faint warmth in the stones.
Jin Wei sat by the window, elbows on his knees, staring at the misty hills beyond the city.
His fingers tapped absently against the wooden frame.
Eyes sharp.
Mind sharper.
The events of yesterday still simmered in the back of his mind — the system, the shop, the map, the threads of memory out of reach.
He exhaled slowly.
"This place... this continent..."
He squeezed his fists tighter.
"Reijenoken."
The name tasted unfamiliar. Foreign.
But it was now stitched into his fate.
He rolled the name across his thoughts again, burning it into memory.
"Seven parts... seven kingdoms and empires pretending they're different — but still chained by the same ambitions."
He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes briefly.
"The Mastosian Empire... the Jukrosian Empire... Letesiumia, weakest of them... the Kingdom of Vinia... Principality of Nerovia — this backwater town's overlord... Grand Duchy of Corumia..."
He paused.
Eyes flickering open.
"And finally... the Poqian Theocracy."
He almost chuckled.
"Empires... Kingdoms... Duchies... Theocracies... Each flaunting a different mask. Same hunger underneath."
He stood up, pacing slowly across the small room, boots creaking on the floorboards.
The memories were fresh.
Elias had shared what little he knew over a cracked, faded map.
About the strange happenings over the last few days...
"Eight days ago, I crashed here. Half-dead. Wrapped in thunder."
"Four days ago — the Grand Duchy of Corumia decided to flex their muscles."
"A grand showoff. A military parade so powerful it shook the six other nations."
His fingers brushed against the old map left lying on the table.
A faded ink line circled Corumia — thick forests, massive mountains, deep rivers.
Rich land.
Strategic land.
And now — untouchable.
He continued muttering under his breath:
"Three days ago, that same Grand Duchy... their 'Count' declared himself a god."
He scoffed lightly, amusement flickering over his face.
"Not a Martial God. Not a Cultivation God. Just... a god by his own word."
"Declared his people a 'divine race.' Separated the Grand Duchy from the mortal world. Cut off all outside connections."
His hand traced the edge of the map absentmindedly.
"Said they wouldn't interfere in mortal wars anymore... but anyone daring to cross their sacred borders would be executed on sight."
"Now it's an isolated place."
He shook his head slowly.
The world had changed fast while he lay broken and dreaming.
Too fast.
"This continent reeks of old power being reborn in new skins..."
He turned toward the door.
The morning outside called him.
He could feel it now — the shift in the air, the thick undercurrent of something stirring beneath the polite faces and dusty streets.
It wasn't just the Grand Duchy.
Something deeper.
Older.
Hungrier.
The Throne's system pulsed faintly in his mind — waiting. Watching.
"Looks like I'm not the only ghost walking in this new world..."
Jin Wei's lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile.
"Let's see who claims the heavens first."
[Later that same morning — Elias' cabin]
The quiet of the cabin was heavy, like a lid pressed over a boiling pot.
Jin Wei sat back down by the window, the light catching the hard edges of his face.
His eyes weren't on the landscape anymore.
They were turned inward — sharp, cutting through layers of thought like blades through silk.
He drummed his fingers slowly against the wood.
One beat after another.
Measured. Patient.
"I've got a general idea now... the nations, the cults, the sects, the merchant guilds... even the rogue organizations lurking under the surface."
He tapped the table once, absently.
"The Mastosian Empire — the old lion. Jukrosian Empire — the merchant kings. Vinia — small but fiercely independent."
"Nerovia — weak, barely a principality. Letesiumia — a dying husk. Poqian Theocracy — zealots drowning in their own faith."
His brow furrowed slightly.
"And the Grand Duchy of Corumia..."
The thought hung in the air, bitter on his tongue.
He leaned back, arms crossing over his chest.
"Ten years ago, they were nothing but a forgotten backwater. Seventh place. Mocked even by the weakest neighbors."
He stared out the window, tracing the edge of the horizon with narrowed eyes.
"And now... they are toe-to-toe with Mastosia & Jukrosian Empire."
His fingers flexed slightly, the old instincts kicking in — war instincts.
"One military parade was enough to shut the mouths of six nations. Enough to force recognition without bloodshed."
"And then... to cut themselves off completely. Declare themselves divine. Create a border no mortal dare cross."
He exhaled slowly, the sound low and rough.
"That's not something a kingdom does without a good reason."
"Not without help. Not without secrets buried deeper than old oaths and forgotten ruins."
His hand brushed the hilt of the battered sword beside him, fingers resting lightly.
"Maybe they unearthed something ancient."
A cold light flickered in his eyes.
"Whatever it was... it gave them enough strength to spit in the face of the world."
He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees.
"And arrogance like that never comes without a cost."
The clouds outside shifted, draping the hills in shadow.
The air inside the room grew heavy — not with fear, but with understanding.
A storm was coming.
And Jin Wei could smell it.
"Something's fishy in Corumia."
He rose from his seat, slow and steady, the sword hanging loose at his side.
The sunlight caught the faint scars on his arms — a map of battles fought and battles yet to come.
"If I want to survive this new world... if I want to find out what truly happened while I slept in thunder..."
He tightened his grip on the sword.
"Then sooner or later... I'll have to pull back the veil over that so-called 'paradise'."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips — not joy, not anger.
Anticipation.
TO BE CONTINUED.-----