The Three Kingdoms of Mankind
Before unity, the Human Continent had been torn into three powerful realms:
The Kingdom of the South, known for its warmth, spice markets, and rivers.
The Kingdom of the East, famous for its philosophers, inventors, and disciplined culture.
The Kingdom of the West, land of warriors, sea fleets, and hilltop fortresses.
They warred. They traded. They distrusted each other.
But then came a man not of noble birth. A nameless, fearless man whose charisma matched his strength. History remembers him not by name—but as The First King.
He rose not by bloodline, but by merit. He defeated all three kings and united the continent under one banner. He earned the title King of the Commoners, not because he ruled over them, but because he was one of them.
He abolished aristocracy and rewrote the foundation of law, power, and privilege.
But not all hearts had changed. People like Miss Petrovna, despite their current status, clung to old hierarchies and viewed commoners with veiled disdain.
The Mortal Greats
Flipping further, Inglen found a chapter titled: Warriors of Legend. The book recorded only titles, not names—just echoes of who they were and what they left behind.
The King of Mortals(Demihuman)The strongest mortal to ever live, revered across all races.A noble warrior from a humble background, he was a demihuman , a humonoied pig, yet rose to such greatness that even the oldest kings feared him.He mastered both martial arts and magic.His nickname, once meant to mock, became a badge of honor across the world.His legend lives on, whispered proudly in every corner of every tavern.
"The legend never dies"
The Fastest Runner(Human)Contrary to his title, he was not a messenger.He was a warrior so fast, enemies never even realized they had been struck. His movements were imperceptible, his style clean and wordless.No magic, no tricks. Just pure, honed physical perfection.He was both feared and admired. Few saw him fight. None saw him twice.
Selene von Miraval(Elf Mage)A legendary elven sorceress, master of mirror and illusion magic.She could make her enemies see visions of their defeat before lifting a finger. It was said that she duplicated her body into an army, tricking two entire nations into surrendering.Elegant and ruthless, she was one of the few elves respected across all races.
The First Emperor(Human)Founder of the Eastern Human Kingdom, long before the unification.He was a philosopher and strategist, bearing a sword said to be crafted from sunlight itself.His teachings on leadership still form the backbone of modern schools in the East.He was not the First King—but rather a predecessor to the ideals the First King would later embody.
Dwarven Legends
Dwarves rarely traveled far, but their heroes shaped the earth itself. Their names were etched in every stone hall across the mountains.
Thramdan StonechiselMaster of architecture. He carved cities into cliffs with such precision that even time respected his walls.
Grolbin IronsweatThe greatest blacksmith in recorded history. His forge never went out, and his weapons were said to hum with the soul of fire.
Marnic ForgebornThe only dwarf to ever channel pure flame through martial technique. They say he wrestled a fire dragon barehanded and walked away with a glowing beard.
Inglen closed the book slowly.
So many of these names and figures had shaped this world. And now here he was—a nameless gardener, surrounded by people who might one day find their names etched in books too.
And he still didn't know his own.
As Inglen flipped through the last few pages of the borrowed volume, a small booklet tucked between the binding slipped out and landed on the floor. Curious, he picked it up. It was a registry—aged, fragile, but still legible—titled:
"The Lineage of Unified Humanity: Kings and Their Chosen Heirs."
He began reading.
Humanity's united kingdom was now in its third generation. Rather than dynastic inheritance, the royal throne was passed by merit and ritual, in a special royal ceremony where the current king would appoint someone they had personally judged as capable while serving their reign.
What fascinated Inglen most was the tradition of the Three Assistants. These were none other than the former kings of the East, West, and South—the rulers who once ruled the old kingdoms before unification. When the First King offered peace, they had pledged loyalty to him, and that oath extended to his successors.
The Assistants' positions, however, were passed down only through their bloodlines—a compromise from the old aristocratic order that the First King had accepted. While the title of King was earned through deeds, the Assistants' line continued as a token of trust between the old world and the new.
The Current King: Semyon Dragovich
The current ruler of mankind was King Semyon Dragovich, a name that carried weight, yet one not widely known before his coronation. He was once a secret agent, tasked with covert operations between the outer towns and the elven borders.
Semyon was slender and well-built, with sharp dark eyes, a clear, handsome face, and short black hair that gave him a calm but unreadable demeanor. Rumors said he could mimic voices and walk past guards unseen—talents he now used in diplomacy and governance.
The Second King: Eirik Holmgard
Before him, the second king was Eirik Holmgard, a man hailing from the academic heartland of the West. He had been a mage of great reputation, known for his work on barrier magic and energy theory.
Eirik was not tall—in fact, short and unassuming, but his wavy blonde hair and easy charm made him beloved by both nobles and commoners. His reign was considered the calmest, a time of internal reforms and scholarly flourishing.
The First King: Aravazhagan
At last, Inglen turned to the page bearing the title of the First King—the man who had accomplished the impossible:
Aravazhagan, the name read in bold.
A name so distant from the others it stood out by sound alone. He was said to have come from the southern lands, where the deserts met the steel mountains.
Aravazhagan was not charming. He did not smile much. He did not try to win anyone's favor.
He terrified his enemies and sometimes even his allies. He had a monstrous build, a towering figure of steel muscles and relentless energy. His weapon of choice was a gigantic, jagged sword, so massive that ordinary men could not lift it. He swung it as if it were paper.
Legends say he once cracked the gates of three castles in a single day—one with strength, one with words, and one with grief.
He had a peculiar title called the "king of commeners""
Inglen leaned back and closed the booklet.
It was strange. These men—so different in looks, in talent, in spirit—had shaped the entire world he now lived in. And somewhere in that grand tale, he had arrived—a name with no history, no known past, yet surrounded by people who might one day shape the world again.
He looked at the ceiling and exhaled.
"So what's my chapter going to be?"