Deep within the silent library, Ivan sat cross-legged beside a towering shelf, a thick tome resting heavily in his hands. The cover was a deep, midnight blue, its edges frayed and worn by the passage of ages, yet the binding remained remarkably sturdy.
Across its surface, faint golden lines shimmered under the dim light, twisting into the elegant script of the title—The General History of the Wizarding Plane. The book carried a weight that surpassed its physical mass; it held a presence, a gravity born of recorded eons. Ivan exhaled a slow, steady breath before turning the cover.
The first page was densely packed with rows of ancient script. The characters were refined and structured, each stroke imbued with a certain historical weight. Ivan did not rush. He steadied his breathing and calmed his racing thoughts, letting the distant, muffled noises of the library fade into insignificance. Only when his mind had reached a state of complete stillness did he begin to read.
Long before the establishment of the Wizard Council, before the era of the ancient wizards who once dominated the world, and even before the primitive era when the first sparks of wizardry were struck—millions of years prior—this world was not known as the Wizarding Plane.
Its ancient name was recorded as the Velthera Plane.
Ivan's eyes paused briefly on the name, a flicker of curiosity passing through his lead-blue gaze before he continued. In that distant epoch, the Velthera Plane was ruled not by the pursuit of truth, but by divine beings known as Gods.
A faint ripple disturbed the calm of Ivan's mind. Gods. He was not entirely unfamiliar with the term. From the fragments of William's diary, he had gleaned a surface-level understanding of such existences.
In the endless hierarchy of the void, "Gods" referred to beings who had ascended to the Fourth Rank of life forms through the power of faith. This faith was a peculiar, potent force—a tangible energy distilled from the unwavering belief and prayers of countless followers. For those standing at the peak of the Third Rank, gathering enough believers offered a shortcut, allowing them to shatter their limits and ascend into the Fourth Rank with far greater ease than any other path of cultivation.
However, this shortcut came with a fatal flaw.
The strength of a god was inextricably bound to their believers. If the followers were slaughtered or their faith eroded, the god's power would diminish catastrophically, sometimes leading to total collapse. Unlike wizards, who relied on their knowledge and drew their power from refining the magic particles in the environment, gods were parasites of belief. In the cold logic of the void, these Fourth-Rank beings were merely the lowest tier of divinity. Above them sat Intermediate Gods, High Gods, Saint Gods, and at the absolute pinnacle—the Main Gods.
Ivan's fingers tightened slightly against the parchment, but his expression remained steady as he delved deeper.
According to fragmented ruins and surviving records, the Velthera Plane of millions of years ago was believed to be a Super-Level Plane. It was a world overflowing with a vast, stable energy that far exceeded the boundaries of ordinary realms.
When Ivan saw the term "Super-Level Plane," his breath and his heart tripped. In the basic introductory books given to every wizard seed, there was a book called The Endless Plane, within which the possibility of a super-level plane was recorded. However, most high-level scholars had never been able to prove its existence, and at best, only half-step super-level planes—such as the Abyssal plane—were acknowledged. Thus, the concept was largely treated as theoretical, a classification proposed but never confirmed. Yet here it was, inscribed clearly as a historical fact. His surprise quickly transformed into a sharp, focused interest.
In that ancient era, the Velthera Plane stood at a height beyond its current imagination. There were no wizards, no towers, and no research. There was only the absolute, unquestioned rule of the Gods.
Time flowed like an unstoppable river. Under the dominion of the gods, the Velthera Plane expanded relentlessly. Divine legions composed of fanatics and angelic hosts marched across the void, accompanied by servants born of pure faith.
These servants were often the native inhabitants of the planes the gods had conquered. Their minds were systematically brainwashed, scrubbed of their former selves, and filled instead with divine will and absolute authority. It was an age of absolute light and absolute shadow. The words of the gods were law; those who dared to question them were branded as heretics, destined to be burned at the stake or erased from existence without mercy.
But even the reign of gods was not eternal.
Roughly three million years ago, a great calamity descended. It was a disaster that did not strike Velthera plane alone, but rippled across the countless planes of the endless void. The records of this event were tantalizingly incomplete; murals were shattered, and texts were burnt. Some scholars speculated that a powerful existence had deliberately erased this chapter from history.
Yet, one fact remained consistent: From that moment on, the fundamental energy of the Velthera Plane began to dissipate.
Ivan's gaze sharpened. The decline was not a slow, natural aging—it was a catastrophic collapse. Within the span of a single million years, the energy system of a Super-Level Plane disintegrated. The vast reserves that sustained the world drained away, reducing Velthera from its former glory to a mere First-Class Low-Level Plane.
As the energy of the Velthera Plane collapsed to that of a first-class low-level plane, the inhabitants within it suffered catastrophic consequences. Entire civilizations faltered under the strain of the diminishing energy, though a scattered few managed to survive. But for the gods, it was nothing less than a death sentence. Their power, reliant on both the high-energy environment and the faith of their believers, began to wither rapidly. As the ambient energy declined, many high-quality believers could no longer adapt; the most devout perished as their bodies failed to endure the loss. Some survivors escaped to other planes, seeking refuge. As the number of believers dwindled and the reserves of divine power ran dry, the gods themselves fell into decline—some fled into the void, some vanished without a trace, and others sank into a deep, desperate slumber.
The era of the gods had entered its twilight.
Silence hung heavy within the vast, quiet expanse of the library, Yet within that stillness, Ivan's mind churned like a storm of thoughts. He organized the information, steadied his pulse, and turned the page.
Nearly two million years ago, as divine influence ebbed, the authority of the churches crumbled. Priests and bishops found their prayers unanswered; their miracles became nothing more than hollow rituals.
From the cracks of this failing divinity, the suppressed races began to rise. Civilizations re-emerged, driven not by divine command, but by the cold necessity of survival. Among them, a group of individuals appeared who rejected worship entirely. They relied not on the mercy of a higher power, but on the strength of their own knowledge.
They studied the structure of the world, analyzed its laws, and sought the hidden principles behind the changing tides. They were the seekers of truth—the First Wizards.
Initially, they were nothing more than tribal shamans and spiritual leaders. Yet, from these humble roots, they built a foundation of knowledge. But before their new civilizations could grow, the world's energy began to dissipate once more.
The energy of the plane continued to plummet, edging closer to instability. The remaining gods, sensing this and awakened in a frenzy. Desperation replaced their masks of divinity as they turned on one another, fighting for every last fragment of energy and faith.
The world shattered under the weight of their war. The sky cracked, the earth groaned, and the unified continent of the Velthera Plane was torn into three vast landmasses by the sheer force of their divine conflict.
In this chaos, the surviving races came to realize a single, undeniable truth: faith offered no salvation. They united under the banner of the wizards—those who did not kneel before the gods, but relied on their own strength and knowledge. As the races of the Velthera Continent stood together, they rose in defiance against the divine. The wizards, in the midst of relentless battle, did not merely fight—they observed, analyzed, and learned. They unraveled the mechanics behind the gods' so-called divine techniques, turning reverence into understanding, and understanding into power. And in time, they began to kill them.
Ivan's breathing slowed as he reached this turning point. Through the study of divine remains and the principles underlying the Godheads, the wizards finally achieved a breakthrough. from the knowledge of that breakthrough they crossed a threshold once thought impossible and the first Fourth-Rank Wizard was born.
The birth of a Fourth-Rank wizard was the first domino in a landslide. Once the threshold was crossed, more followed. The balance of power tilted irrevocably.
With Fourth-Rank wizards leading the way, the races of Velthera no longer bowed. They stood tall. Gods were hunted across the shattered continents. Those too powerful to be slain were bound in eternal seals. As the gods fell, something miraculous happened: the energy they had hoarded and suppressed was returned to the plane itself.
Velthera began to breathe again. Within a millennium, the plane ascended to a Third-Class Low-Level World. The laws stabilized, and magic particles thickened once more.
The wizards became the undisputed masters. Other races attempted to resist, but they were no match for the unified, logic-driven might of the wizard civilization. Submission became the only path to survival. Rebellious races were purged; docile ones were restructured as servant races.
wizard plane [After the wizard took control, the plane was named the Wizard Plane] continued its upward climb, eventually crossing the boundary to become a Fourth-Class Medium-Level Plane. This was the dawn of the Ancient Wizard Era.
Driven by ambition, wizards reverse-engineered divine ruins and reconstructed plane-traversal technology. They expanded into the void, not as crusaders, but as colonizers. Every conquered world became a resource node to feed the hunger of wizard plane.
But expansion had its limits.
The early methods of colonization, though far more efficient and less time-consuming than those of the gods, were still primitive and ultimately constrained by their own nature. By modern standards, they were crude tools—effective only while easily accessible planes remained.
As time passed, those easily discovered worlds were exhausted. The remaining planes grew increasingly difficult to locate and conquer, while the resources required for exploration, research, and stabilization became ever more scarce. What was once a rapidly expanding civilization had transformed into a sprawling giant slowly beginning to starve from within.
With scarcity came tension. And from tension, war.
A devastating civil war erupted, lasting for thousands of years and tearing the civilization apart from within.
In its aftermath, collapse followed in layers. Vast stores of knowledge were lost as entire wizarding lineages and their inherited traditions were erased from existence, extinguishing countless generations of refinement. Priceless techniques vanished—most critically, even the foundational knowledge of planar colonization itself was forgotten in the chaos.
By the end, the civilization had regressed so severely that for thousands of years, not even a single Fourth-Class being emerged. What remained was a fractured shadow of its former glory, standing on the very brink of extinction.
Until a single figure emerged—the legendary First Truth Wizard.
In that era of scarcity and collapse, he first broke through to the Fourth Rank, defying the stagnation that had gripped civilization for millennia. Gathering like-minded wizards who shared his resolve, he united fragmented forces and fought through the remnants of chaos and internal strife for thousands of years.
Through relentless struggle and accumulation of insight, he eventually transcended the limit of the Sixth Rank and stepped into the Seventh Realm, a level once thought unreachable in the current age.
With overwhelming strength, he crushed the lingering civil war and forcibly ended the era of internal descent. In its place, he established the Wizard Council.
Under the authority of the Wizard Council, all surviving factions were unified. Order was restored, internal conflict was strictly prohibited, and the shattered remnants of civilization were bound together once more. From that foundation, recovery slowly began.
And as stability returned, the civilization's gaze, long turned inward for survival, finally shifted outward once again.
Technology exploded. Floating cities, arcane war constructs, and mechanical puppet legions were perfected. The civilization became a vast, precise machine of conquest.
Two thousand years later, a discovery altered the very nature of their world.
An exploration team uncovered a foreign plane whose laws mirrored those of the Wizard Plane almost perfectly. The finding was immediately reported to the Wizard Council.
After years of debate, analysis, and intense internal discussion, a radical proposal emerged from within the highest ranks of wizardry. Instead of conquering this world as they had done countless times before, they would attempt something unprecedented—assimilation.
They would not destroy it. They would devour it.
After five centuries of relentless research led by the most brilliant minds of the era, a forbidden technique was finally born—World Transformation. Guided by the consciousness of the Wizard Plane itself, a vast, self-evolving assimilation array was constructed, allowing the plane to gradually absorb and integrate compatible worlds into its own structure.
Then the experiment began.
The foreign plane did not yield easily. At first, it resisted fiercely—its world consciousness struggling against intrusion, its laws pushing back against the encroaching force. But against the overwhelming might of the Wizard Plane and the vast collective will of its civilization, that resistance was ultimately futile.
Slowly at first, then inevitably, it was drawn into the Wizard Plane's expanding framework. Its laws began to fracture and intertwine, boundaries blurred and dissolved, and reality itself was gradually rewritten as assimilation became unavoidable.
The experiment was a resounding success.
From the merger, an entirely new continent was born. But more importantly, the influx of raw world-energy triggered a monumental evolution—the Wizard Plane itself advanced, breaking through into a Seventh-Class High-Level Plane.
This success marked the beginning of an age of expansion unlike any before it.
Over the following eons, more planes were sought out and assimilated. Each conquest reshaped the world further. Landmasses multiplied—four continents became five, five became six—until eventually, seven vast continents stood united under the same sky.
And still, the devouring did not stop.
With countless assimilations across eons, the Wizard Plane continued to evolve, its foundation deepening, its structure strengthening, until it finally broke through once more—ascending into an Eighth-Class High-Level Plan
Ivan turned the final page of the chapter. A vast map unfolded before him.
At the center lay the massive Core Continent, surrounded by six immense landmasses in a structured cosmic balance. Beyond them, countless subcontinents floated like emerald fragments in a shimmering sea.
The sheer scale of it was suffocating. According to the text, the Wizarding Plane was now thousands of times larger than the Earth of his previous life—a size that defied human comprehension.
He slowly closed the book. Silence returned to the library, deep and endless. But within Ivan's mind, thoughts were already moving at extreme speed. Every piece of information was being analyzed, structured, and connected. Not as knowledge—but as a foundation for the future he intended to build.