Billy woke before dawn, the last words of the official echoing in his mind: *“Report to the Gate of Worlds tomorrow at dawn.”* It was a sentence that had changed everything. As the first rays of sunlight crept into his modest room, he gathered his thoughts, reminding himself of the stakes. Today was the day his journey as a lord truly began.
After quickly packing his few belongings, he made his way to the grand courtyard. The entire city seemed to be on edge with the upcoming Lord Assignments, but Billy kept his gaze focused, ignoring the curious glances that followed him.
As he approached the Gate of Worlds, a shimmering, colossal portal at the heart of the courtyard, the officials were already in place, each one a seasoned warrior or strategist overseeing the assignments. Other new lords had also arrived, standing in clusters, talking excitedly or casting wary glances at their competition.
And then he saw him—Marcus Valen, already surrounded by admirers, his Sovereign Spear of Dominion gleaming in the early morning light. Billy's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay calm. Marcus hadn’t taken well to his loss yesterday, and it showed. When their eyes met, Marcus sneered, and Billy could feel the rivalry simmering beneath the surface.
Just then, the lead official’s voice boomed over the crowd. “Each of you has proven yourself worthy of the title of Lord. Today, you will be assigned a world. You will be granted a piece of land—a foundation to build your kingdom. This includes a *Novice Protection Period,* during which no hostile forces may invade. Use this time wisely.”
He continued, “Each lord receives a *Recruitment Building* tied to your race, allowing you to summon the first of your troops. For some, it may be a barracks; for others, a sanctuary. For those of unique races, expect something different.”
A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. For Billy, this meant the *Chaos Forge* would be waiting for him—a place to create the first of his Chaos Cyborgs.
The official gestured to the portal. “Step through when your name is called.”
One by one, the new lords were assigned to worlds, disappearing into the portal. Each carried a unique power and ambition, yet each faced the same daunting challenge of survival, growth, and eventually domination. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and nerves.
“Billy Knight!”
Billy’s heart hammered as he stepped forward. The official gave him a brief, assessing look. “You possess a rare talent and an unusual race. Use it well, and you may find greatness on the other side.”
Without another word, Billy took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. A blinding light engulfed him, and he felt his body shift as if pulled through space itself.
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When the light faded, he found himself standing on a grassy hill in a foreign land. The air was crisp, carrying a faint scent of wilderness untouched by civilization. This was his land, a modest territory stretching out before him, rough and unclaimed. And at the heart of it stood two structures: a simple hut and the *Chaos Forge*.
The hut, plain and sturdy, was his new home, modest but enough for him to live and plan. The *Chaos Forge,* however, was something entirely different. It was a metallic, almost living structure, with chaos energy pulsing faintly from within. Ancient symbols ran along its sides, and it emanated a hum that resonated with Billy's own energy.
Approaching it, he placed a hand on its cold metal surface, and immediately, information flowed into his mind. This was where he could create his first soldiers—the Chaos Cyborgs. Although his abilities were limited at this stage, he could still summon basic units to defend and expand his new kingdom.
The system interface appeared in his vision, a faint hologram listing his assets and options:
- **Title**: Apprentice Lord
- **Race**: Chaos Cyborg
- **Land**: 10 acres
- **Structures**: Chaos Forge, Hut
- **Units Available**: Chaos Initiates
The *Chaos Initiates* were his first, the most basic soldiers in the Chaos Cyborg hierarchy. They were strong, agile, and equipped with chaos-infused weaponry. Not much, but enough to start.
“Summon: Chaos Initiates,” he intoned, and watched as the forge lit up, whirring to life. With a flicker of energy, three figures began to take form, materializing in front of him. Each one was a blend of metal and organic chaos energy, standing at attention and awaiting orders. Their eyes glowed with a faint purple hue, much like his own in his battle form.
“Lord Knight,” one of them spoke, their voice a deep, synthetic rumble. “We await your command.”
A sense of pride filled Billy. He now had a loyal force, however small, and a foundation for something greater.
“First order of business,” he said, surveying the land. “Fortify this area. We’ll scout the surroundings next, but I want this place protected.”
The Chaos Initiates nodded, setting off to secure the perimeter. Billy knew he had the *Novice Protection Period*, but it wouldn’t last long, and he wasn’t going to waste a single moment.
As he worked alongside his soldiers, marking potential defensive points and planning the layout of his future kingdom, a shadow passed overhead. Looking up, he caught sight of a hawk circling high above—a messenger hawk. It dropped a small scroll into his hand and flew off.
Unrolling it, he read the words from the officials: *Prepare yourself, Lord Knight. The protection period is limited, and threats both near and far await. Your skills will be tested. Grow quickly, for only the strong will survive.*
He clenched his fist, determination blazing in his eyes. This was his chance—a chance to rise from his past as an orphan, to forge an empire that no one could take from him. But he knew he wasn’t alone. Other lords were out there, including Marcus Valen, each determined to carve out their own dominion.
Billy glanced at his soldiers, feeling the pulse of chaos energy within him. He had more than just ambition; he had power. A unique power, a race born from chaos itself. And he would use it to bring his kingdom to life.
The sun set behind him as he returned to his hut, ready to strategize and prepare for what lay ahead. The journey had begun, and Billy Knight, the Sovereign of the Lost Worlds, was ready to embrace his destiny.
**End of Chapter 3**