Chapter 2

Year 3400, Month of Arion, Day 7, Taylan Village within the Cesna mountain ranges, the northern lands.

In a village like no other, deep within a great mountain range, within a simple room of a small local clinic, a rather beautiful woman lay in bed, the scent of medicines rubbing against her small nose, making it tingle. She stirred prettily as a frown appeared on her beautiful face in displeasure.

The afternoon light filtered through the window, illuminating her perfect white skin as the wind gently rustled the beige curtains, and the honey-haired beauty fixed her brown eyes on her uninvited guest, opening her pretty lips to speak with all the calmness she could muster in her current situation.

Her strange companion, who would baffle anyone who saw him with his appearance, fixed his adorable black eyes on the woman, silently awaiting her words.

Then he began to tell a story to his extraordinary friend from another realm that he had made shortly after awakening from a long sleep, in the most serious voice he had ever had in his entire life...

To summarize your story as much as possible:

Among the countless dimensional planes created by the ancient gods at the beginning of the cosmos, there was one that was devastated by a terrible apocalypse in ancient times; a disaster of mystical proportions caused by humanity's arrogance.

They mistakenly considered themselves the masters of the universe, capable of obtaining supreme power over everything and everyone thanks to the knowledge accumulated by their science and the technologies created by the ingenuity that characterizes them, but in the end, they brought disaster upon themselves by destroying the barrier between the planes of existence due to their stupidity.

Demons, Evil Spirits, and Dragons appeared spontaneously throughout the human worlds, wreaking havoc wherever they went, delighting in the suffering of the foolish people who brought them into this universe; bringing to everyone what at the time seemed like the true end of time.

The 'Ragnarok'.

It wasn't until the gods finally descended from the heavens that the situation improved. The gods protected the remaining human races and gave them magical knowledge, which they used to fight their enemies, no longer defenseless against supernatural forces.

However, even with the support of their gods, humanity was only able to conquer a portion of the free lands of the only planet left after Ragnarok. The rest remained as forbidden territory in the hands of their enemies.

Having a place to live, the people settled and founded the Empire of Terra, a state that emerged from the union of the last 5 strongest human shelters of the time who fought alongside the Titan gods and received divine protection from some of the 12 Lords of Olympus.

This empire will exist within the Great Wall, created by the gods to protect and isolate the people from the rest of the world.

The huge and imposing walls were virtually indestructible and could be restored to their original perfect form over time, but the wall itself was not an absolute defense.

At each corner of the Great Wall, there was a "gate" that allowed entry and exit only to those considered human or linked to one through magic; this was the only weak point in this structure created by divine forces.

Thus, the founders of four of the five original havens were given the divine mission of guarding the south, north, east, and west gates, and the gods granted their leaders the title of duke, thus making them the rulers of the lands where each cardinal point was located.

The head of the fifth haven, the most powerful of all the havens during Zeus's founding and protégé period, was enthroned as emperor and led everyone within the Great Wall, acting more as a representative of the alliance of sovereigns than as absolute ruler of all.

Yet for centuries, only one of these sovereign families bore the brunt of the pressure from the invaders, forced to muster larger fighting forces to confront the enemy hordes than their increasingly relaxed kinsmen.

This was the duchy of Aswort.

A notorious land in the Terran Empire that bore the unsavory title of "Mudblood Land" due to the large number of demi-humans who inhabited it. The demi-humans, who emerged during Ragnarok, were a variety of races discriminated against by the "pure-bloods" as inferior simply because they were the result of mutations.

The place was despised for being contaminated with the blood and bodies of "filthy mutants." It was a mostly arid and cold land, worthy of the "dregs of the empire."

This is because life in the north is difficult for the farmers who live there.

For the past 500 years, thousands of northern villages have virtually depended on one another for survival, and it is doubtful that they ever considered the sovereign their supreme authority. The only exceptions were the large cities and towns, where the power of the nobles was felt daily.

Unfortunately, the administration of settlements smaller than a city was largely ignored, and when their existence was acknowledged, it was only because nobles wanted to tax the inhabitants of the cities and towns who paid to live in their territory. Although many of them did nothing for those who lived there other than flaunt their noble status.

There were also few knights patrolling the territories, so bandits and magical beasts invaded the commoners' homes every day. Sometimes, entire small towns became bandit dens, and the fate of their inhabitants was grim.

Not only that, dungeons sometimes appeared, which, though small, shouldn't be ignored, and yet the knights did. Many villages also fell as a result...

To make matters worse, since the current Duke's accession to the throne, the entire north has begun to experience a progressive increase in corruption.

The young duke, for unknown reasons, began to ignore the administration of the north, devoting more resources to defensive warfare, and the nobles began to do as they pleased, causing suffering to the commoners.

The only thing the Northern Duchy could boast of was a military force unmatched in the Empire, with powerful professionals capable of single-handedly destroying hundreds, if not thousands, of Devil's Nests without leaving a single demonic beast alive.

The knightly orders of the Duchy of Aswort, in particular, were inhumanly stronger than the Imperial Knights and the Paladins of the Great Temple. And since Aswort does not discriminate against demihumans, the two highest knightly orders had several representatives of these races in their ranks, granting them many useful abilities.

Furthermore, possessing a massive fortress with powerful next-generation magic cannons capable of destroying hundreds of enemies, Aswort and his mighty knights were able to withstand everything that was sent against the Cardinal Gate as guards protecting the north of the Empire.

No matter how many cruel and ruthless monsters attacked simultaneously from the Great Forest of Darkness, Aswort remained strong and victorious, in the name of his patron god Ares.

At least... that's how it was in its glory days, but one day everything will change forever.

After all, the legendary monster, the Red Dragon Empress, descended upon the Duchy of Aswort on an ordinary morning and unleashed the flames of her wrath upon everyone. The powerful entity easily ignored the Great Wall that stretched into the heavens and took them by surprise, because until now the dragons had shown no interest in the Empire.

Confusion settled among the people and they fell into despair, believing that the powerful dragons, supreme beings capable of fighting even the gods, were finally baring their fangs with the intention of destroying them.

But they could have no idea that the dragon attack was a conspiracy of the Duke's enemies, which brought countless disasters to innocent lives.

The mother dragon was deliberately lured north by the scent of her egg, which was stolen by traitorous knights of the Duke's Order and secretly taken to the center of the duchy, the Great Palace of Aswort.

This crazy plan was carried out on the direct orders of the Crown Prince, who hated the Duke for the "cruel act" committed against his sister. It was a rather twisted revenge plot in which it didn't matter how many people died, as long as they got rid of the object of his anger.

A mad plan of personal revenge, in which he didn't care about the loss of the Empire's strongest military power, which he would eventually lead, as well as one of the most important pillars since the country's founding; he focused solely on the desire to see all those who had provoked his wrath killed.

Faced with this calamity brought about by the wishes of a madman, all the professionals of the duchy, those who remained loyal to their lord, fought resolutely against the Dragon Empress without fleeing.

They were the best of the best, elite among hundreds of formidable Imperial fighters, bred on countless battlefields and capable of seriously threatening the famed cavalry of other dukes with a single squadron.

They could usually handle any threat, but unfortunately, dragons were on another level.

Not even the mighty Duke, whose bloodline carries the power of the war god Ares, could do anything against a superior species. The entire region suffered under the wrath of the Dragon Empress and the horde of demonic beasts, who took advantage of their attack to destroy the Cardinal Gate, devouring everything in their path.

It was only when the Dragon Empress flew away with her egg that the prince, in a great act of "heroism," led his powerful allies to "rescue" the survivors from the terrible demonic beasts. In reality, they wanted to seize what remained of the duchy and thus obtain for themselves the hidden treasures of Aswort and the invaluable, unlimited resources that the demonic beasts represent, further increasing their wealth.

The prince also wanted to ensure that the entire Aswort clan perished. And so, when the Great Palace was clearly destroyed, the young duke's corpse almost completely burned, and his beloved crushed by the wall, the very satisfied prince and his allies celebrated their unholy victory in the ruins.

Although the bodies of her children were not found, no one believed they survived; they believed they had simply been devoured by demonic beasts.

But no one could have expected that the heir and the youngest daughter, accompanied by trusted representatives, would secretly settle in eastern lands before the disaster.

The two sought to become stronger to seek revenge on the Dragon Empress and the Imperial Prince, and trained in magic and swordsmanship. Later, the heir gathered a group of strong, beautiful girls with nothing but natural charisma to support him, and they formed a close relationship with him, including his younger sister...

"Hey! What the hell!? Why would you make two blood-related brothers have such an unusual relationship with each other? Are you out of your mind?"

Thus exclaimed the strange cloud-shaped entity with a friendly face that spoke directly to her head.

However, the narrator of such a clichéd story had to point out that the entity's unpleasant attitude was not at all sympathetic, as it looked down on her.

In response to her criticism, the narrator, alias Arisella Bluen, shrugged, and I said in an indifferent voice, "You see... that's what I was selling. Do you even know how many stories there are about forbidden love between two siblings? That was so common, and the theme of my novel was such a cliché anyway... Shouldn't I have used it? Besides, it was only fiction at the time."

"My dear sir! Is it okay that I have to help this woman with strange fantasies just because in her past life she saved God's Chosen?"

"Don't say that; I don't need your help anyway."

"Ha, right! With the kind of crazy world you've created with that stupid internet story, I wouldn't be surprised if, even with the system, you perished from the sudden appearance of a dungeon."

The bastard cloud went and sentenced her to a horrible death with those words, but she only treated him like a child throwing a tantrum because of his calm way of answering her.

"Unless the demons finally manage to enter the Cesna Range this early in history, such a thing won't happen. You'd know that if you'd bothered to read my novel, self-proclaimed system wizard..."

The cloud-like entity immediately put on a disdainful expression as it flew around the small clinic room, which seemed eerily quiet despite the open window, as if the outside world had stopped in time.

"Bah! I only bothered to hear about this shitty world from your mouth because in the meantime I'm going to live here! Why would I have read the insignificant web novel of a pathetic mortal like you?"

"Why are you so arrogant, strange cloud? Are you a god or what?"

"No, but I'm not a miserable mortal like you." The smug expression on his face was worthy of a beating, and Arisella clenched her fists while maintaining a neutral expression. However, the veins on his forehead made his anger evident.

"Ahhh..." Arisella sighed, hoping the living cloud would get annoyed.

"Hey! What's with that sigh!? Are you looking down on me, the great system wizard!?"

"No...I just sighed."

"Hmmm, I hope so!"

This time, Arisella suppressed the urge to sigh.

Because I had to be reincarnated in this novel... Why did the classic incident of paying for not specifying your wishes have to happen?

She thought bitterly as she looked at something other than that unpleasant entity that was only visible to her.

[Name: Arisella Bluen (Amael Parker)]

[Race: Terraria]

[Age: 23 (17)]

[Female gender]

[Profession: prophetess]

[Rank: Fifth (Prophesy Master)]

[Personal profession: Craftsman]

[Soul grade: medium-high]

[Health status: stable]

[Mental State: Confused, anxious, upset]

[Abilities: Future Sight, Clairvoyance, Psychometry, Backsight, Spiritual Projection, Prophecy Maker (Unique)]

This system doesn't even register technical skills like my magic... Also... Why do I have the female protagonist's unique skill!?

For the love of all that is good, what exactly is going on here? 

Unable to help himself, he sighed again as he looked at all his information with confused eyes.

As you can guess from her thoughts, the conversation with the strange entity as well as this holographic window, Arisella Bluen is a reincarnator who now lives in the flesh within a novel as another character in it, a cliché as overused as the ones I use in the construction of this world when I lived as an ordinary earthling who hardly anyone cares about.

He even had this amazing system with a pretty cute-looking virtual assistant... but with a pretty dirty mouth and arrogance that permeates his entire being.

But she was also something more than all that...

Aside from being the creator of this world and even possessing an ability and level of power that he shouldn't have... Arisella Bluen... She was once an ordinary man!

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Prophecies

This is what the inhabitants of the Terra Empire call women capable of "reading" the flow of time in the world and interpreting it with their spiritual power in the form of prophetic visions or dreams. They can use their fateful powers to predict future events, observe major events happening in the present, or reveal the mysteries of the past.

Among the users of skills derived from professions, they were undoubtedly one of the most mysterious and powerful in terms of information acquisition.

But their extraordinary abilities, which could even be called divine by some people without being denied, are severely limited by the spiritual power they possess, the knowledge of the prophetess herself, and her understanding of the flow of time itself.

While prophetesses weren't extremely common to the point of hundreds of thousands of them, they weren't exceptionally rare either; the vast majority of them could only predict things like tomorrow's weather or warn of the possible appearance of dungeons or an invasion of bandits and magical beasts by following certain clues and activating their powers through rituals.

Many towns and villages have among their population some prophetesses, who are venerated and privileged regardless of their talents, even more so because most are great beauties and it would not be strange if they earned a living only with their appearances, which leads them to be very protected by their community.

Some even say that a prophetess's potential power is equivalent to her level of natural beauty... and interestingly, that doesn't seem to be far from the truth, to the bewilderment of many scholars.

But what shouldn't be overlooked is that most of them aren't important in the grand scheme of things; only those prophetesses whose abilities could change the nation's destiny would be chosen by the nobility and receive their support, giving them extensive knowledge and methods to elevate their spiritual power.

And Arisella Bluen is one of those unimportant prophetesses, one of the rarest who have great beauty but little ability, unlike what is generally popularly believed.

Aside from being born a commoner without access to valuable knowledge or advanced soul-strengthening techniques, Arisella herself didn't have much talent to speak of.

It was already good to be able to foresee bad weather or a husband's future infidelity.

Certainly, a Prophetess with that level of skill would never receive the resources she needs to strengthen her power, as it would be seen as a waste.

Despite her great beauty, Arisella contradicted everything widely believed about prophetesses due to her lack of skill. A real shame, she once thought.

Fortunately, there were no prophetesses in her village for many years, which earned her the appreciation of the townspeople. Even without that, Arisella was able to enjoy the privileges of being a prophetess; the title of Seminoble granted her nothing more than the ability to see the future and even a property of her own for personal use. The small but beautiful house/mansion was built by the townspeople of their own free will, due to the value she has placed on their existence.

Arisella's life was good with just that and she wanted nothing more than to continue like that.

However, all that would finally change on what seemed like just another day in his life.

While walking quietly with her lover, John Asher, Arisella began to feel a certain sense of déjà vu as she heard the latest gossip about the duchy from his mouth.

John, who had a keen sense of justice, had heard various things from merchants and spoke indignantly about the news from outside, saying, “Many towns and villages are in need of support more than ever, yet the current Duke continues to ignore their resources and spend all his money on his mistress!” or “Several of the Duke’s noble vassals continue to commit unforgivable crimes against innocent people, yet that Duke prefers to focus all his attention on war like a barbarian!” and even “Damn Aswort, you heartless nobles!”

Of course, Arisella wasn't so ignorant as to not know who the rulers of the lands they lived in were, but she felt as if there was something that seemed to stir a memory within her mind in this conversation...

Specifically, it was when John said "Aswort, heartless nobles!" that Arisella felt something like a "Clip" in her mind and suddenly remembered it casually;

Oh? Wait, that's a line from my novel...

And then, he fainted without warning due to a flood of memories of a normal boy, belonging to a place without magic or demons.

It was an alternative land.