PRIMORDIAL MONARCHS UNIVERSE

THE MONARCH OF MALEDICTIONS, WYATT THE CURSED Above: New Kroydon City [There are 3 energies: Mana, Natural Mana, & Cursed Mana. Each of the three energies were job-exclusive. For example, those who choose the Mage, Swordsman, Lancer, ETC professions, they would and could only use the Mana energy, due to how the soul interacts with the heart to generate the energy. Moreover, they would be stuck with that profession/job for life.]  In this highly technologically-advanced civilization, some some flew about great towering skyscrapers in flying cars, while others sauntered through the bustling megalopolis in advanced gear, showing off their newly-purchased latest-model magitech equipment. A myriad of night-time lights danced about the skyline, a spectacle that one could see even hundreds of miles away from the city. None of these could describe even a mere fraction of New Kroydon City's brilliance, so naturally there were not many who chose the same life as young Wyatt.  Above:...

THE GOLDEN POTATO MONARCH "...and we are done!" wheezes a young mage, as she finishes drawing a magic circle. She uses mana to wipe away her sweat and clambers upon an armchair, amidst an unruly room. An up-and-coming mage studying in the imperial Strauia Academy, Katherine Maes was drawing a magic circle. She thought back to the times when she bullied by other students, who were nobility, for being from a commoner merchant family. "But that will change now," she thought. "This teleportation circle will be ground-breaking if it succeeds." The idea was that it should teleport anything that stands/is put on it, to the designated location written in the circle. The location written on it was her bed at the corner of the room. She wanted to immediately test it out. She looked around the slovenly room and found a potato. She had accidentally spilt a mana restoration potion on it, and didn't know what to do with it, so she had taken it back to her room, but ...

The Legend of the "Nameless Lancer" In a world cloaked in eternal twilight, where vampires roamed under the blood-red skies and wolves hunted under twin moons, there lived a nameless lancer. He had no home, no master, and no past he would share. His weapon, a weathered lance wrapped in silver and marked with mysterious runes, was his only companion as he wandered the desolate lands. A World in Chaos The land was ruled by terror. Vampires drained entire villages, their thirst unquenchable, while wolf packs tore through the remnants. Yet this was but a prelude to the real horror: a forgotten Monarch named Valthor, awakened from its slumber in the abyss. Valthor was a being of insatiable hunger, devouring not just flesh but the very essence of life. Wherever it passed, the earth became barren, the skies turned black, and all living things were reduced to dust. His status as a Monarch, however, had been reduced to nothing, for the very essence of his being had been devoured by an...