In the Eternal World of Vaeloria, existence is weighed by power, and those without it are erased quietly.

Abandoned at birth, a nameless child is sold by his own caretaker and stripped of identity. Given nothing but a number—No. 47—he is cast into the gold mines of Thalorion, where children die before they learn what living means. Hunger, chains, and cruelty shape his days, and survival itself becomes rebellion.

But death does not take him.

Through suffering, instinct, and an unyielding will, the slave endures what should have broken him. Each step upward is paid for in blood and loss. Each breath forward is a defiance of the world’s order. From the darkness beneath kingdoms, he claws his way toward strength forbidden to those of his birth.

As No. 47 rises, the world begins to notice.

Kings grow wary.
Protectors take measure.
The heavens observe in silence.

His path is neither righteous nor kind—it is necessary. And as his existence approaches godhood, the universe itself is forced to judge him: was his ascent an aberration to be erased, or a truth that exposes the cruelty of fate?

This is not the story of a chosen one.
It is the story of a survivor who refused to remain small.In the Eternal World of Vaeloria, existence is determined by power, and those without it are quietly erased.

Abandoned at birth, a nameless child is sold by his caretaker and stripped of his identity. Given nothing but a number—No. 47—he is cast into the gold mines of Thalorion, where children often die before they even learn what it means to truly live. Hunger, chains, and cruelty shape his days, and survival itself becomes an act of rebellion.

Yet death does not claim him.

Through suffering, instinct, and an unyielding will, the slave endures what should have broken him. Each step upward is paid for in blood and loss. Each breath forward defies the world's order. From the darkness beneath kingdoms, he claws his way toward a strength forbidden to those of his birth.

As No. 47 rises, the world begins to take notice.

Kings grow wary.
Protectors take measure.
The heavens observe in silence.

His journey is neither righteous nor kind—it is necessary. As his existence approaches godhood, the universe itself is forced to judge him: is his ascent an aberration to be erased, or a truth that exposes the cruelty of fate?

This is not a story of a chosen one.  
It is the story of a survivor who refused to remain small. In the Eternal World of Vaeloria, existence is determined by power, and those without it are quietly erased.

Abandoned at birth, a nameless child is sold by his caretaker and stripped of his identity. Given nothing but a number—No. 47—he is cast into the gold mines of Thalorion, where children often die before they even learn what it means to truly live. Hunger, chains, and cruelty shape his days, and survival itself becomes an act of rebellion.

Yet death does not claim him.

Through suffering, instinct, and an unyielding will, the slave endures what should have broken him. Each step upward is paid for in blood and loss. Each breath forward defies the world's order. From the darkness beneath kingdoms, he claws his way toward a strength forbidden to those of his birth.

As No. 47 rises, the world begins to take notice.

Kings grow wary.
Protectors take measure.
The heavens observe in silence.

His journey is neither righteous nor kind—it is necessary. As his existence approaches godhood, the universe itself is forced to judge him: is his ascent an aberration to be erased, or a truth that exposes the cruelty of fate?

This is not a story of a chosen one.  
It is the story of a survivor who refused to remain small.

In Vaeloria, existence itself enforces structure. Strength is not gained by chance, nor measured by brute force alone. It is cultivated—step by step, phase by phase—under laws older than kingdoms and stricter than kings.


Vaeloria is an Eternal World, and as such, it permits growth only within its limits. Ascension is possible. Transcendence is not.


Cultivation and the Phases of Existence


Cultivation in Vaeloria is not divided into realms, but into Phases—each representing a deeper claim upon existence itself.


This is where all life begins. Flesh is fragile. Time is absolute.


Those who reach the final stage step beyond ordinary mortality.


Time loosens its grip. Death becomes distant.


This final stage is the absolute limit of Vaeloria. No being may stabilise existence beyond it.


Phases beyond this exist only in forbidden records. Vaeloria does not allow them to remain.


Advancement is not achieved through power alone.


To rise, a cultivator must refine three cores:


Body Core — the foundation of physical existence


Soul Core — the anchor of will and identity


Law Core — understanding of reality itself


Failure to complete even one core halts all progress.


Cultivators do not walk identical paths.


Each chooses a direction aligned with personal will and core affinity.


A path defines combat philosophy, not destiny.


A weapon does not choose its master. The master proves worthy of the weapon.


Martial Skills — techniques born of the body and battle


Mystic Arts — abilities shaped by soul and law


Domain Techniques — rare expressions of authority that border on existence itself


Weapons and skills are ranked according to the cultivation phase. Nothing may exceed the wielder's existence.


Beyond kingdoms, beyond borders, guilds operate across the world.


Their authority is recognised on every continent.


Though powerful, guilds do not rule. They exist beneath kingdoms, yet above chaos—maintaining balance where law alone cannot reach.


There are three great academies, each located on a different continent.


They accept cultivators of multiple races and origins. Their purpose is singular: to refine those capable of surviving beyond ordinary limits.


Axiom Sanctum: An ancient academy devoted to foundational cultivation, discipline, and control.Known for producing stable, methodical cultivators.


Eidolon Arca: An academy focused on soul refinement, combat mastery, and high-risk advancement. Its graduates are feared for their adaptability and survival instinct.


Lex Dominion: The most secretive academy, specialising in law comprehension and existence alignment. Few are accepted. Fewer graduate.


The Order of Power