Year 3025
Earth has finally joined the Solar Cosmic Union.
It's almost painful to admit—it took us seven long centuries to reach this point. Seven hundred years of struggle, discovery, and relentless ambition. But at last, we've grasped the power to shape our destiny and rewrite the fate of our civilization.
It all began in the year 2325, when humanity made its most shocking discovery: we were not alone in the universe.
That year, an unidentified spaceship was spotted drifting through deep space. Logic would suggest they should have found us first—after all, every one of them hailed from civilizations far more advanced than ours.
The first alien race we encountered was the One-Horned Tribe.
They resembled humans in almost every way—save for the single horn on their foreheads. But more than that, they were breathtakingly beautiful. Ethereal. Each one looked sculpted by the universe itself, flawless in form.
Even now, their images hang in the halls of our greatest academies, monuments to the day Earth took its first step into the galactic realm.
They were noble, enigmatic, and powerful beyond our comprehension. We still don't fully understand the scope of their technology or the true height of their civilization, but one thing was made clear—they stood far above us.
And they told us why.
Earth, they said, lies on the desolate edge of the universe. A backwater world, isolated and forgotten. That's why we remained untouched for so long, blind to the greater galactic order.
But they offered us something priceless—knowledge.
They taught us about the Dimensional Towers, gateways that connect to the Universal World Tree. Every universe contains countless Dimensional Towers—hidden, scattered, waiting to be discovered.
Our own Milky Way Galaxy possesses several of these towers, though we have yet to uncover them all.
The Towers operate on a single, immutable law: Achievement.
To gain power from the Dimensional Towers, one must earn it. Without courage, intelligence, and iron will, survival is impossible. Every day, civilizations across the stars send their chosen into these towers—millions, like ants in a cosmic race.
Yet only a few ever attain an [Achievement Dao Name]—a mark of success, recognition, and potential.
For example, if you enter the Magic Tower and become a Zero-Circle Mage, you might be granted a Dao Name like [Starter Mage] or [Disciple Mage]. With exceptional talent, you could even receive titles like [Strongest Disciple Mage].
But entering a Dimensional Tower is not so simple.
To qualify, a civilization must reach at least Level 2 status, and possess either a Stage 6 powerhouse, or three Stage 5 powerhouses.
Earth has finally fulfilled the second condition.
And now, every year, a hundred individuals under the age of thirty are selected to enter the Dimensional Tower.
The age of isolation has ended.
The era of ascension has begun.