The Voice of Aion, the Eternal White Dragon
In the boundless silence before all beginnings, where neither thought nor light dared to exist, something stirred.
Not a breath, not a sound — but a presence.
An unshaped essence that neither lived nor died, that neither ruled nor served.
That essence was Nothingness.
It was not a being, not a god, not a mind.
It was.
And because it was, everything else could someday be.
From the still cradle of that infinite void, an echo rippled — the first and only whisper of birth.
And thus came the Chaos Seed.
A point of color in an ocean of absence. A pulse that beat without rhythm, yet gave rhythm to all that would ever follow.
I, Aion, the White Dragon who swims along the River of Time, have witnessed it all — from the first flicker to the ten-thousandth silence.
I am the scribe of all that has been written, and the watcher of all that shall fade.
My scales carry the dust of collapsing worlds, my breath carries the warmth of a dying sun.
In me, the records of the Ninety-Nine Assimilations remain sealed.
And now, the Hundredth begins.
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The Birth of Chaos and Order
When the Chaos Seed pulsed, fragments of existence unfolded — worlds without shape, flames without heat, winds that sang without direction.
From the Seed burst forth Chaos Lords and Chaos Beasts, creatures woven from the very principle of disruption.
They devoured laws before laws could form, shattered patterns before time could settle.
Even Nothingness trembled — infinitesimally, imperceptibly, yet enough to know the need for balance.
And so, from the faint ripple of its awareness, was born the Order Seed.
Where Chaos screamed, Order whispered.
Where Chaos tore, Order mended.
The Order Seed took form not as a being, but as a will — a quiet system, a structure that recorded, measured, and balanced all that stirred within the womb of creation.
It became the System Record, the living archive that would one day govern countless worlds.
Its spirit slept within the City of Order, a gleaming domain that shone even within Nothingness's shadow.
Thus came the Three at the Beginning:
Nothingness, the silent source.
Chaos, the endless disruption.
Order, the eternal balance.
They were not allies.
They were not foes.
They simply were, forming the triad that would birth the multiverse itself.
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The Hundred Great Multiverses
From the pulse of Chaos and the framework of Order, sparks of light bloomed — worlds, galaxies, dimensions, rivers of life and death, gods and mortals.
They spread outward like stars upon an infinite canvas, each cluster becoming a Universe, and each cluster of universes forming a Multiverse.
At the heart of all stood the Domain of Nothing, the silent center.
Around it circled one hundred grand multiverses — luminous, vast, and diverse beyond comprehension.
Each one contained billions of worlds.
Each one birthed gods, kings, and beings who touched the edge of eternity.
And yet, among them, only one hundred were chosen to be bound to the System Record — their growth watched, measured, and guided by the City of Order itself.
For every multiverse that merged with the Record, a Trial was set. set by nothingness itself
The strongest 10,000 beings within were tested — their strength, their will, their comprehension of law.
They were called the Primal Beings.
Over eons uncounted, ninety-nine multiverses completed their assimilation.
Their Primal Beings and chaos being walked the Tower of Trials, rising through endless levels to claim reward and understanding.
A total of 1,990,000 had ascended through its gates, but only one reached its peak — a Chaos Being so powerful that his mere existence distorted time itself.
His name is forgotten, sealed by Aion's decree, for even the record could not contain his truth.
Now, the 100th multiverse — small, fragile, barely awake — begins its own awakening.
Part 2 – The Lore of Power and Origin
> "Power," I whispered to the River of Time, "is not strength.
Strength ends when the flesh breaks.
But power… power is the echo that remains even after the stars have died."
– Aion, Keeper of Cycles
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The Structure of the Infinite
From the heart of Nothingness flowed Chaos, and from Chaos, Order rose like a silver spine through the dark.
Each became a pillar that held up the endless expanse of existence — the Multiverse, a weave of infinite threads, each thread a world, each world a song.
But not all threads were equal.
Some burned brighter, nourished by the essence of rules, Laws, chaos,origin and nothing— the five roots of power.
Rules were the simplest truths of existence — gravity, motion, life, death.
Laws were deeper, the conscious wills that guided these truths — flame that desired to burn, wind that wished to roam.
Chaos and origin are truth attainable by best of best of primal beings itself
Nothing remains unattainable and yet existence that cannot be defied
Together they formed the Ladder of Ascension, the only road by which mortals could climb toward summit
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The Path of Ascension
Every being born within the hundred assimilated multiverses walks a similar journey — through blood, comprehension, and despair.
The System Record observes them, measuring their growth, granting rewards or punishments in perfect neutrality.
It does not love, nor does it hate — it simply records.
And within this grand system, there exists a realms of power known to every realm:
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The Mortal Ranks
> "The child of dust begins here, where blood, sweat, and mortality define his cage."
– Aion
These ranks are the foundation of all life. They refine the flesh, temper the spirit, and ignite the first spark of power.
1. Rank 1 – Levels 1–100:
The stage of awakening. The being learns to shape its energy, its body adapting to flow of elemental essence.
2. Rank 2 – Levels 100–1,000:
Flesh and spirit begin to align; at this stage, talents awaken — affinities to flame, water, wind, or more exotic elements like shadow or thunder.
3. Rank 3 – Levels 1,000–10,000:
The mortal reaches the limit of their natural form. Every breath contains power; every thought can shape energy.
Those who reach this peak may glance upon the transcends, though they remain far beneath it.
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The Transcendent Ranks
> "Here, the being ceases to be a mere creature of flesh.
It steps upon the bridge between mortality and eternity."
– Aion
1. Rank 4 – Levels 1–100:
The being forges a Core of Essence, anchoring their power. They can move mountains, tear storms, and live centuries
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2. Rank 5 – Levels 100–1,000:
.energy solidifies , one could call upon there essence of power to cover him and act like weapon
Weapon which will became source of destruction
3. Rank 6 – Levels 1,000–10,000:
The boundary of mortal comprehension.
Seed sown in rank 4 sprouts here. And essence power became became docile , could be used to defences or attack unmatched by artifacts
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The Celestial Ranks
> "They rise now above stars, yet remain chained to creation."
– Aion
1. Rank 7 – Levels 1–100:
The mind learns to influence reality through intent.Spirit manifests form. Thus forming foundation for comprehension of rule and law in divine ranks
2. Rank 8 – Levels 100–1,000:
Now to progress further, require to nurture the sprouted seed with intend.
3. Rank 9 – Levels 1,000–10,000:
Known as the Peak of Celestials, these are the rulers of worlds, the ancestors of myths.
Each step in Rank 9 equals the rise of civilizations; each fall marks an age's end because every being learns true form of essence in his own way
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The Divine Ranks
> "And now, only one truth remains: those who touch divinity, touch despair."
– Aion
Here, level alone no longer defines power. Comprehension of Rules and Laws becomes the true measure.
1. Divine Rank 1 – Levels 1–1,000:
The Rule becomes part of the being's soul. Flame bends willingly, wind obeys in silence.
2. Divine Rank 2 – Levels 1,000–100,000:
The being fuses with Law — their existence resonates with the heartbeat of their element.
3. Divine Rank 3 – Levels 100,000–1,000,000 ():
The being is Law. Their will alone can rewrite the Rule of a world.
Beyond the divines, some stand tall their presence disrupting even laws themselves universe trembles and unable to contain them.
Only the greatest geniuses among Primal Beings could ascend here — those who could comprehend even 10% of the Chaos Laws, infusing their power with the very essence of destruction, unpredictability, and freedom.
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The Step Beyond: Origin and Chaos
> "Even among gods, there are those who refuse to kneel."
– Aion
Some few — one in ten thousand among the Primal Beings — take one more step beyond divinity.
They do not follow Rules. They write their own.
These are the wielders of Origin Law — beings who create new concepts, rewrite existence itself, and elevate their entire bloodlines through their enlightenment.
Their names are eternal, carved into the spines of galaxies.
Above them, one tier remains — not a level, but a truth:
> The Hierarchy of Power:
Chaos → Origin → Nothingness
To hold Chaos is to destroy.
To hold Origin is to create.
To hold Nothingness is to held beginning.
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The Way of Skills and Practice
Unlike divine blessings, skills are not fixed.
They are rivers — and rivers may be widened by will.
Every five levels, a being may refine their existing skills by two levels; every ten, by five or the birth of a new one.
Yet those with Talent may evolve their craft through sheer comprehension.
A swordsman who lives and breathes the blade may surpass his peers without levels.
A dancer who understands the rhythm of motion may craft her own martial art.
The System Record honors not mere growth, but understanding.
For talent is not luck — it is the soul's resonance with creation.
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The Treasures of Existence
Artifacts, too, possess hierarchy — echoes of power condensed into form.
1. Common
2. Uncommon
3. Rare
4. Epic
5. Mythic
6. Legendary
7. Primordial
8. Supreme
9. Divine
10. Origin
11. Chaos
12. Nothingness
Only four treasures in all existence are ranked under Nothingness:
The trial tower where primals or chaos being are given chance to rise
The Tower of Chaos, where chaos being resides.
The City of Order, where records are kept.
The River of Time, where I, Aion, dwell.
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The Time Dragon
Who am I?
Some call me Aion, the Eternal White Dragon.
Others call me the River's Scribe, or the Memory of the First Dawn.
My palace drifts through the current of the Time River, where the past and future twist like mirrored serpents.
Here, I write upon scales of gold, each scale a century, each sigh a new cycle.
I have seen heroes rise, gods fall, and civilizations crumble into cosmic dust.
Yet now, as the 100th assimilation begins, I feel… curiosity.
Last 10000 seeds of primal has awaken. Waiting for stepping on their journey to greatness
Their souls hum with potential, and among them, one burns differently.
The boy of thunder and chaos — Kartikey.
His eyes of void-edged purple mirror a truth I have not seen in aeons.
Perhaps… perhaps even Nothingness itself gazes through him.
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> "And so,"
I whisper to the stars,
"the 100th assimilation does not merely begin. It remembers."
For in this era, where mortals awaken and gods watch in silence, the boundaries between creation and annihilation blur once more.
And I, Aion, write on — the chronicler of beginnings and ends,
the last witness of the silence before dawn.