The Future Continent is not a land born of unity, but rather fragments of the past forced back together by the earth's fury.
To the north, mountains rise, remnants of the Antarctic ridge now covered in eternal snow.
Their whiteness shimmers like silver when touched by the sun.
Meanwhile, far to the south, the Amazon rainforest, once forgotten by the world, is creeping back, reaching for the sky with giant trees—as if to swallow everything.
Amidst this contrasting landscape stands the Klux Empire—the crown jewel of Future civilization.
Its cities stand like black fortresses of basalt, carved with noble precision.
The towers of commerce towered majestically, as if challenging the horizon.
However, that glory belonged only to the center.
On the frontier, the reality was far harsher: barren, cracked plains, poisonous swamps that swallowed villages, and trade routes that cut through wild forests—where bandits and wild beasts awaited their prey.
Valuable goods often never reached their destination. Caravans departing from the port of Calveras sometimes never arrived at the capital, Matrix.
For the commoners, the loss of cargo meant the loss of their only livelihood.
For the nobles, it was a disgrace before the Imperial Council.
And for Arthur de Andalus, sole heir to the ruling Andalusian family in the heart of the country, it was a puzzle to be solved.
That day, from his bedroom window overlooking the main thoroughfare of the Matrix, Arthur gazed out at the bustle of the city.
Wooden carriages creaked across the rocks, trade flags fluttered in the autumn wind.
The aroma of spices from the south mixed with the metallic smell of the north.
He saw an old merchant unloading a carved chest from the back of a desert camel, while in the distance a troop of the emperor's knights passed by, their spears gleaming in the afternoon light.
"This is all… slow, fragile, and full of loopholes," Arthur muttered. "There has to be a better way."
He didn't know how yet, but the seed of an idea had sprouted—a vision, not just a business.
A trade network that could unite all of Future, from the icy peaks of the north to the black sand beaches of the south.
But behind the majestic walls of the White Palace, Emperor Centio was also pondering the same thing.
To him, whoever could establish a truly secure trade route would hold the key to the empire's future.
The emperor and the boy had never met. But fate had already prepared their meeting.
Between them stands a wall of obstacles: the betrayal of nobles, the greed of merchants, and the lingering shadow of war.
Arthur is only ten years old. But in this harsh world, even a child can become the spark of legend—if he dares to step forward.