Chapter 15: Taming my slave
Ezram and Montelia
The kingdoms of the lesser humans—at least, that’s what the game called them. In this world, there were many races: elves, kaleeds, dwarves, sea nymphs, vampires, wolf-kin, and, of course, dragons.
The only reason this world hadn’t collapsed into absolute chaos was because of the dragons. They were the enforcers of balance, the ancient beings that kept peace among the races. But peace didn’t mean the absence of conflict. Squabbles were frequent—both between races and within them. Even humans were split: the lesser and the higher.
Ezram and Montelia were the kingdoms of the lesser humans. Albion belonged to the higher. At least, that’s how it seemed. The truth was messier. Albion held that title because its people were, for reasons no one fully understood, simply stronger. They claimed divine lineage—descendants of some ancient god. No one could prove it, but the power disparity at the start of a person’s journey in the World of Ascension was real. That didn’t mean those from other kingdoms couldn’t surpass them. It just meant Albion’s citizens had a head start.
But a head start means nothing without the will to keep running.
Still, the discrimination lingered—especially at the Arcane Legacy.
The Academy.
Run by dragons, it was the pinnacle of learning, the forge where heroes were born. All races fought for a place there. It was the apex of knowledge, the crown jewel of power. And for good reason: gods existed in this world—but they didn’t rule just one. They ruled many. And when boredom struck, they turned those worlds into games.
The Arcane Legacy existed to raise warriors—champions who could face heroes from other worlds in brutal contests to save their own. It had happened before. It would happen again.
Crackle.
"Haah..." Anna’s eyes shot open. The first thing she saw was the night sky.