Current Date: Year 24,991 | 7th Month Terros | Day 18
A new day dawned over Jakartha City, wrapped in soft amber light. The morning sun kissed the rooftops, painting golden streaks across the cobblestone paths. Birds chirped in gentle harmony chirp-chirp, trill welcoming the rise of another chapter in the lives of those below.
In a quiet home nestled near the Academy district, Jack's eyes blinked open. A breath. A beat. Then
Fwwssh!
He threw off his covers and rose with purpose.
After a hearty breakfast shared with his family, Jack slung his bag over his shoulder and set off toward the Academy, his boots thudding softly against the stone roads.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The streets were slowly coming alive with merchants calling out prices, students rushing past, and guards changing shifts under the rising sun.
As always, his day began with Alchemy Class. The familiar tang of herbs and elixirs clung to the air, mixing with the faint bubbling blub-blub-blub of boiling potions. Jack worked with focused intensity, identifying rare herbs and experimenting with new potion combinations. His hands moved confidently, even as a vial hissed softly in his grip, glowing faint green from a successful brew.
Then came the clang of metal, the Blacksmith Production Hall.
CLANG!
CHINK!
WHOOOSH!
The rhythm of hammer to anvil echoed through the forge like a war drum. Jack lost himself in the craft, the heat of the forge warming his face as sweat dripped down his brow. His hammer strikes grew steadier by the day. Whether potion or blade, he gave everything.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city…
James and Emma left at dawn, the sunlight glinting off their weapons as they strode toward the Adventurer Guild. Their daily quests took them across wild plains and shadowy woods monster hunts, herb collection runs, and noble escort missions. Their synergy was a force of nature.
James's blade cut through beasts with thunderous
SLASH!
Emma's spells roared like a storm.
CRACK!
BOOOM!
They moved as one wind and lightning swift, precise, deadly.
Back home…
Ava curled up in the sun-drenched corner of the family library. The golden light framed her like a portrait as she flipped through old tomes, eyes gleaming with curiosity. Every whisper of a turned page flip… flip…was a step deeper into unknown worlds. Her thirst for knowledge knew no bounds.
Then there was Sofia… a whirlwind of unpredictable energy.
Some days she brewed her own "secret juices" with exotic fruits from the bustling Jakartha market. Other days she entered what she called her "culinary awakening." She'd throw together colorful salads made from magical fruit, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
DING!
"It's done!" she'd announce proudly.
Sometimes they were delicious. Other times…
POOF!
KABOOM!
Let's just say the walls had seen things.
Despite their differences, there was harmony in their lives. A steady rhythm like a calm stream flowing through mountains. Yet, beneath the surface of routine… the winds of change stirred.
Each footstep taken. Each spell cast. Each word read. Each blade forged…
All were guiding them toward something far greater. A destiny patiently waiting to be awakened.
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Time flows like a quiet stream...And just like that, three more months passed calm, uneventful, yet filled with unseen momentum.
It had now been ten months since the Otherworlders arrived in the Samsara World. Jack's family, once strangers in a foreign land, had fully settled into their new lives. The strange had become familiar. The unfamiliar had become routine.
The rhythm of life continued steady, simple, but never stagnant.
Jack walked the path of diligence with unwavering steps. Every morning, he went to the Academy, sleeves rolled up, eyes gleaming with quiet resolve. Alchemy and Blacksmithing had become an extension of his soul.
Jack's Progression: In just these past months, he'd made astounding strides. He mastered the 2nd Rank Potion Crafting techniques creating brews so potent that even senior students looked on with awe. His Equipment Forging had reached the 2nd Rank as well. His hammers rang truer, his metal sang sharper. His foundation was now at the very peak of the 1st Novice Master stage in both crafts, a place many took years to reach.
CLANG!
BOOM!
FSSHH!
The echo of his progress reverberated through the workshops.
Professor Elira Moonshade and Master Borin Stonebeard were stunned. At first, he was just a "polite and diligent kid." But now? Now, he was a rising storm of talent rare, raw, refined.
They exchanged glances behind closed doors, torn between mentorship and awe.
"This boy…" Elira whispered, fingers clutching her arcane tome, "…might one day surpass even the greatest Masters of this continent."
"Hmph," Borin grunted, arms crossed, thick brows furrowed. "Ye don't forge a divine blade with a rusty anvil. I won't be the one to dull his edge."
Neither dared claim him as their a disciple.
Not out of fear but respect. They didn't want to trap him inside the limitations of their own experience.
Meanwhile, back home…
Emma trained harder than ever. Each release of magic spells of fire, wind, water and earth elements at of her staff, each incantation rippled with growing force. Like any time they destroy surroundings.
And on the last day of the third month… It happened.
A burst of radiant mana erupted around their house.
BOOOOM!
Shaking the very air. Light surged like a geyser into the night sky. Words shimmered. The ground trembled.
Emma had broken through; she was now a 2-Star Mid Stage Ascendant.
Her aura roared with newfound strength. Mana flooded through her veins, refined, deep, unyielding. Her very presence felt heavier, commanding, yet gentle like a seasoned mage standing atop a mountain.
James, too, stood on the edge of breakthrough.
He had reached the Peak of 1-Star Early Stage, just one decisive step away from climbing higher.
And so, that night, they celebrated not in grand halls, but in the warmth of their home.
Candles flickered gently across the dining table.
Plates brimmed with lovingly prepared dishes.
Clink!
Glasses touched in toasts. Laughter bounced between the walls like dancing light.
Jack smiled, quietly watching the people he loved.
Ava hugged Emma, face buried in her chest as she whispered, "You're amazing, sis." Sofia practically bounced off walls, her joy contagious and chaotic. James raised his glass with pride, his voice steady but brimming with affection.
In these recent days, Ava had grown deeply attached to Jack's family. What began as polite distance had blossomed into something warmer a bond rooted in laughter, shared meals, quiet study sessions, and heartfelt moments. She wasn't just a guest anymore. She was family.
"To grow. To my family. To what lies ahead."
In that fleeting moment… Everything was perfect.
But far beyond Jakartha… where light fades and shadows breathe…
Something stirred.
Crack... Crackle... Whoooooosh...
A whisper in the void. A tremor beneath forgotten stones. A presence watching, waiting.
Peace had not died…But it had been marked.
And soon… the flame of routine would be tested by the wind of fate.
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To Be Continued…!!