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MC's Dimension - World

In this fantasy world, known as Abyssia, ancient dungeons dot the landscape, filled with treacherous traps, monstrous creatures, and untold riches. These dungeons are mysterious and ever-shifting, drawing adventurers from all corners of the realm seeking glory, power, and legendary artifacts.

Abyssia is populated by diverse races, each with their unique abilities and cultures. Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and many others coexist, sometimes in harmony and other times locked in bitter conflicts. The land is vast and varied, encompassing sprawling forests, towering mountains, vast deserts, and tumultuous seas.

Above all, the realm is shaped by the presence of powerful deities. The gods and goddesses of Abyssia hold dominion over different aspects of existence and influence the course of events in the world. They are revered and worshiped by mortals, who seek their favor and guidance in their daily lives.

Among the pantheon of gods, there are those who preside over war, guiding armies and granting strength to warriors on the battlefield. The goddess of love fosters passion and companionship, ensuring that bonds between individuals are strong. The deity of wisdom imparts knowledge and enlightenment, guiding scholars and seekers of truth. The goddess of nature oversees the ebb and flow of life, nurturing the flora and fauna of the world.

These gods and goddesses often interact with mortals through visions, dreams, or chosen champions. Their influence can shape the destiny of individuals, cities, and even entire nations. However, the gods are not without their own rivalries and conflicts, which sometimes spill over into the mortal realm, causing upheaval and chaos.

In Abyssia, adventurers delve into dungeons to test their mettle, uncover ancient secrets, and claim powerful artifacts. They may seek the blessings of the gods to aid them in their quests, invoking divine powers or forging pacts with celestial beings. Magic is also prevalent in this world, with sorcerers, wizards, and druids harnessing the mystical energies of the realm.

As the inhabitants of Abyssia navigate the challenges posed by dungeons, demons, and rival races, they must also contend with the ever-present influence of the gods. Their actions and decisions can lead to either harmony or discord, shaping the destiny of this fantastical realm.

Astraea, the Goddess of Justice and Innocence, had always been a beacon of fairness and righteousness in Abyssia. She embodied the ideals of balance, impartiality, and protection of the innocent. But the realm had fallen into a state of turmoil and imbalance, threatening the very essence of her domain.

Dark forces had risen, corrupting the hearts of mortals and twisting the natural order. Demons wreaked havoc, dungeons overflowed with malevolent creatures, and conflicts between races escalated. Chaos reigned, and injustice prevailed as the scales of harmony tipped dangerously.

Astraea witnessed the suffering and the cries for help from the mortals. Her heart ached for their pain, and she vowed to restore balance to Abyssia. She sealed her divine strength and descended from her celestial abode, taking on the form of a mortal woman to walk among the people she sought to protect.

As Astraea traveled through the war-torn lands in the body of a mortal human, she witnessed firsthand the atrocities committed in the name of power and greed. She saw the innocent oppressed, their voices silenced by fear and injustice. Determined to bring about change, she began to rally the oppressed and the righteous, spreading her message of justice, compassion, and unity.

With each step she took, Astraea's influence grew. She called upon the noblest hearts among the races, inspiring them to rise against tyranny and fight for a better future. She sought to bridge the gaps between warring factions, fostering dialogue and understanding in the face of hatred and prejudice.

However, the corruption that had infested the realm ran deep, its tendrils entwined within the very fabric of society. Every victory Astraea achieved seemed to be met with an equal measure of resistance and setback. The forces of darkness grew bolder and more cunning, adapting their strategies to counter her interventions.

As Astraea's influence spread, so did the animosity of those who thrived on chaos and injustice. They conspired in the shadows, sowing seeds of doubt, division, and betrayal. The alliances she had formed began to crumble, as some races succumbed to their own self-interests, blinded by the allure of power and wealth.

The demons, once scattered and disorganized, rallied under a new powerful demon lord who sought to extinguish Astraea's light. Their numbers swelled, and their onslaught grew more relentless. The dungeons, once challenging but barely conquerable since the beginning of time, suddenly became extremely treacherous labyrinths that claimed the lives of many brave adventurers. Astraea, burdened by the weight of her failures, struggled to maintain her resolve.

Within the pantheon of gods, Astraea's pleas for assistance fell on deaf ears. Some deities were too engrossed in their own domains or embroiled in their rivalries to lend a hand. Others doubted Astraea's ability to restore balance and chose to remain neutral, observing from afar.

In the face of mounting despair, Astraea's divine powers began to wane. The corruption had seeped into her very essence, tarnishing her purity and weakening her connection to the mortal realm. Her once radiant presence dimmed, and the people she sought to protect lost faith in her ability to bring about change.

As the forces of darkness closed in around her, Astraea faced her final battle, outnumbered and battered. She fought valiantly, her divine light still flickering amidst the encroaching darkness. But the combined might of the corrupted forces proved overwhelming. Astraea, the symbol of justice and innocence, fell before their onslaught.

With Astraea's defeat, the world of Abyssia plunged into an even deeper abyss of chaos and suffering. The forces of darkness reveled in their triumph, spreading their influence unimpeded. The dungeons also for some unknown reasons multiplied, their dangers becoming horrifyingly more insidious. The races, no longer united under a common cause, turned against each other with renewed ferocity.

The failure of Astraea weighed heavily on the hearts of the remaining righteous beings. They mourned the loss of their guiding light, feeling abandoned and adrift in a world slowly consumed by darkness. Some clung to the memory of Astraea's teachings, desperately trying to keep the flame of hope alive, while others succumbed to despair and resignation.

Yet, even in defeat, Astraea's legacy endured. The tale of her struggle became a cautionary tale, reminding future generations of the dire consequences of imbalance and injustice. Prophecies spoke of a time when a new champion would rise, carrying Astraea's spirit within them, and rekindle the flames of justice and innocence in Abyssia.

As the world languished in the grip of despair, whispers of a new era began to circulate among the desperate and downtrodden. The tale of Astraea, though ending in failure, had planted the seeds of a revolution—an uprising that would one day challenge the darkness and strive to restore the balance she had fought so valiantly to achieve.

Thus, while Astraea's personal struggle had ended in defeat, her story became a catalyst for change, inspiring a new generation of heroes to rise and fight against the forces that had plunged Abyssia into chaos. And so, the world awaited the arrival of the chosen one, the harbinger of hope, who would embark on their own perilous journey to fulfill Astraea's unfinished mission and bring true harmony back to the world.


Abyssia (MC's Dimension) - Unknown Forest

"Ugh…"

Amira blinking her eyes open, she finds herself lying on a soft bed of moss in the heart of a lush forest. Confusion washes over her as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Hiyama! Miha chi!"

"Hahaha! Kaja pui~!"

"Hehe~ touni bitaya."

"...Huh?" Rubbing her eyes and sitting up, Amira's attention is immediately drawn to the sight of a small group of mischievous fairies fluttering above her head. They giggle and exchange whispers in a language she can't understand, seemingly amused by her bewildered expression.

With a start, Amira realizes that her clothing has changed too. Instead of her casual modern attire, she is now adorned in a flowing gown made of shimmering leaves and delicate petals. She quickly looks down at her prosthetic hand, only to find a perfectly healthy and soft hand.

"—!"

As she abruptly attempts to stand, Amira stumbles and nearly falls face-first onto the mossy ground. However, her clumsiness is intercepted by a helpful squirrel-like creature that scurries to her side, offering its tiny paw for support. Startled, she accepts the creature's assistance and manages to regain her balance.

"What the hell…"

Confused and disoriented, Amira's mind races to make sense of her surroundings. She wonders if she's dreaming or something. The fairies continue to hover around her, their mischievous giggles echoing through the forest.

Before she can gather her thoughts, a booming voice echoes through her mind, causing Amira to jump in surprise as it is not the usual Dr. Smith's voice. It was the voice of Astraea, the Goddess of Justice and Innocence, who has summoned her to the world of Abyssia.

"Oh…" Amira finally realized that she wasn't dreaming and that this was actually the fantasy world that Goddess Astraea was talking about.

"Amira! Can you hear me?!" The melodic voice of the goddess resonated through the air, carrying a sense of urgency and relief. "I have finally found you. I was so worried when you suddenly disappeared... What happened?"

As Astraea's words sink in, Amira's excitement turns back to confusion "Eh? …what do you mean?"

Astraea's voice carries a hint of concern as she responds, "When I tried to send you to my temple, I sensed a disturbance in the magic. It seems that something went wrong, and you disappeared. I've been searching for you ever since, trying to locate your presence in this world."

Amira's confusion deepens, and she struggles to recall the events that led to her sudden transportation. "I... I remember stepping into the portal you created, but everything after that is a blur. I don't know how or why I ended up here."

The fairies, sensing Amira's distress, flutter closer and surround her, their expressions shifting from mischievousness to concern. One of them, a slightly larger fairy with golden wings, speaks in a tiny voice, "We saw you fall from the sky! You were glowing like the moon, and then you appeared here."

"What did you say? Huh? I can't understand..."

Amira's gaze flickered between the fairies, their compassionate gestures and worried expressions tugging at her heart. The unfamiliar language they spoke only heightened her confusion, leaving her unable to fully grasp their intentions. She strained to comprehend their words, hoping to glean some understanding from their delicate voices.

Astraea's voice then resonates in Amira's mind again, filled with a mixture of relief and determination. "I believe the magic of the portal became unstable, causing you to be transported to this part of Abyssia. But fear not, Amira, I will find a way to bring you back safely. Just hold on a little longer."

Amira takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of trepidation and excitement. She had always been drawn to stories of fantastical worlds and epic adventures she read in the isekai novels, and now she finds herself in the midst of one.

"Thank you, Astraea-sama," Amira says, her voice filled with gratitude. "I trust in your guidance. I may not fully understand what's happening, but I'm ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. Please, show me the way."

Astraea's voice carries a hint of warmth as she responds, "You possess a brave heart, Amira, and I believe you are destined for something great. Stay strong, and I will guide you to my temple, where we can find answers and work towards restoring balance to this world. Together, we will overcome the obstacles that stand in our way."

Amira nods, determination shining in her eyes. She reaches out to the fairy that had offered its paw earlier, and it lands gently on her outstretched hand. The other fairies follow suit, forming a small circle around her.

"So cute~"

With Astraea's guidance, Amira prepares herself for the unknown adventures that await her in the world of Abyssia. She takes one last look at the little fairies around her and then she resolutely steps forward, embracing her role as the chosen one, ready to fulfill Astraea's unfinished mission and bring hope back to a world drowning in darkness.


Abyssia (MC's Dimension) - Gods Realm

Artemis, the Goddess of the hunt and the moon surveyed her sacred grove with a furrowed brow. It had been a thousand years since Hecate, her longtime companion, and ally, had undergone a dramatic change. Artemis couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she reminisced about their shared past.

Once a mysterious and enigmatic goddess, Hecate had become consumed by an inexplicable obsession with the underworlds and hells of other gods. She had always been drawn to the shadows and the hidden realms, but this newfound fixation had taken her to dangerous and forbidden territories. Countless times, Hecate had been caught peeking at and infiltrating these realms, causing her considerable trouble in the process.

Artemis couldn't fully comprehend what had led to this transformation in Hecate. The goddess she once knew, wise and powerful, had become a different entity altogether. Hecate now even adorned herself in strikingly unconventional attire. She wore a short, three-colored, plaid skirt and a black t-shirt that boldly proclaimed "Welcome ❤ Hell" across the front, the garment slipping off her shoulders. To complete her bewildering new appearance, she wore a collar with chains attached to 4 planet-like spherical objects, as if symbolizing her entrapment within her own obsessions.

Artemis couldn't help but notice Hecate's red eyes and red hair, once symbols of her connection to the moon and the night, now seemingly transformed by her newfound fixation. The vibrant red seemed to reflect her consuming passion and the perilous path she had chosen to walk.

Artemis approached Hecate cautiously, her concerns deepening as she observed her companion's mischievous demeanor. Hecate's red eyes gleamed with a playful twinkle, and a mischievous smile played upon her lips.

"Hecate," Artemis said, her voice laced with a mix of worry and curiosity, "you seem different, almost mischievous. What have you been up to again?"

Hecate's laughter filled the air, a melodic sound that echoed through the grove. "Artemis, my dear friend, You do not know the hidden joys within the depths of the hells. While they may be realms of punishment, they are also filled with the most delightful mischief and chaos."

Artemis raised an eyebrow, torn between concern and the faint stirrings of amusement. She had always known Hecate to have a hidden strange mischievous side, but this newfound playfulness seemed amplified to a degree she hadn't anticipated.

"Hecate, we mustn't forget the dangers that lurk within those realms," Artemis cautioned, her voice tinged with a touch of sternness. "The hells are not to be trifled with lightly. They hold the wrath and punishment of other gods, and meddling in their affairs could have dire consequences."

Hecate's playful expression wavered, and a hint of annoyance crossed her features. "You're right, Artemis. I do understand the risks involved. But there is a part of me that revels in the chaos, in the unexpected turns of fate. It's exhilarating, and I find myself drawn to it like never before in this place."

Artemis sighed, her worry for Hecate intertwining with a spark of understanding. She knew all too well the allure of the unknown and the excitement that came with defying conventions.

"I can see the joy it brings you, Hecate," Artemis said, her voice softening. "But remember, balance is key. We must tread carefully, and you mustn't lose sight of the consequences that your actions may bring upon yourself and others."

Hecate tilted her head, her mischievous smile fading into a look of dismissive confidence. She waved her hand nonchalantly, as if brushing away Artemis' concerns like cobwebs in the wind.

"Artemis, my dear friend," Hecate replied, her voice carrying a tone of playful defiance. "You worry too much. The other gods may hold power, but they are nothing against me. I have faced the wrath of scarier gods before, and I have always emerged unscathed."

Artemis furrowed her brow, her concern deepening at Hecate's disregard for the potential consequences. She knew that Hecate's newfound confidence bordered on arrogance, and it worried her to see her friend become so brazen in the face of danger.

"Hecate, you underestimate the wrath and influence of the gods," Artemis warned, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and genuine worry. "Their powers are immense, and their punishments can be swift and severe. I fear that your defiance may lead you down a path from which there is no return."

Hecate chuckled, a sound filled with a hint of mockery. "Oh, Artemis, have you forgotten the essence of who we are? We are Tru-... Ahem, I mean goddesses, beings of immense power and will. We are not bound by the limitations imposed upon mortals or even by the whims of our fellow gods."

Artemis shook her head, struggling to find the right words to express her concerns. She had always respected Hecate's independence and her ability to navigate the realms of magic and mystery, but this new baseless recklessness unnerved her.

"Hecate, I do not doubt our power," Artemis said firmly. "But there is a difference between embracing our strength and willfully tempting the wrath of other gods. We must find a balance between our desires and the consequences that our actions bring upon the world."

Hecate's expression softened for a moment, her gaze meeting Artemis' with a mix of fondness and stubbornness. "Artemis, I hear your worries, and I appreciate your concern. But please understand that I am not blinded by foolishness. I am merely embracing the part of myself that yearns for exploration and freedom. I will be cautious, but I will not let anyone dictate my path."

Artemis sighed, realizing that she couldn't change Hecate's mind through words alone. She respected her friend's autonomy and understood that sometimes individuals needed to follow their own journeys, even if they led to turbulent places.

"Very well, Hecate," Artemis conceded, her voice tinged with resignation. "If you insist on pursuing this path, I will stand by your side as I always have. But know that my concern for you will remain, and I will do everything in my power to protect you from the consequences of your choices."

Hecate nodded, her mischievous smile softening as a touch of guilt crossed her features. "Thank you, Artemis. Your unwavering loyalty means more to me than you know. If ever you need assistance, whether in matters of the hunt or anything else, simply speak the words and I shall be there for you."

Artemis's concern eased slightly, her gaze meeting Hecate's with a mixture of gratitude and understanding. Despite the differences in their paths and Hecate's sudden change a thousand years ago, the bond of friendship between them still remained steadfast like in the past.

"I appreciate your offer, Hecate," Artemis replied, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "We may have our differences, but our friendship and support for one another endure through the ages. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with."

Hecate's eyes sparkled mischievously, and a mysterious smirk played upon her lips. "Oh, my dear Artemis," she said with a hint of mystery in her voice, "you have no idea the depth our combined power can reach~"

Artemis raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her eyes. She had always known Hecate to possess hidden knowledge and arcane abilities, but there was something intriguing in her companion's current confident words.

"Tell me more, Hecate," Artemis said, her voice tinged with anticipation. "What secrets do you hold?"

Hecate's mischievous smirk widened, and she leaned closer to Artemis, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ah, my dear Artemis, there are countless secrets hidden in the fabric of the multiverse, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to seek them. Ancient eldritch incantations, forgotten realms, and forbidden knowledge that can reshape existence itself."

Artemis felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation intertwining within her. Hecate's words stirred a dormant curiosity, igniting a desire to delve deeper into the mysteries that lay beyond their world.

Hecate's words carried a mix of mischievousness and seriousness as she cautioned her friend, "But be wary, my dear~ With great power comes great responsibility. The secrets you yearn for harbor their share of perils. They demand a delicate equilibrium of wisdom, strength, and respect for the natural order."

Artemis nodded, her eyes unwaveringly focused on Hecate, captivated by the glimmer of ancient wisdom that emanated from her gaze. Hecate chuckled and proceeded to speak further.

"Very well then, let us embark on our first lesson. Allow me to enlighten you about the concept of something called the 'Root of Existence'."

Artemis listened intently as Hecate began to explain the concept of the "Root of Existence." Hecate's voice took on a soothing yet commanding tone, weaving a tapestry of knowledge and mystery.

"The Root of Existence, dear Artemis, is the fundamental essence that permeates all realms and dimensions in existence," Hecate began. "It is the core from which everything in the multiverse originates, the source of life and creation itself in the most real meaning. It binds together the cosmic forces, the gods, and the mortal realm in an intricate web of 10 layered dimensions and interconnections."

Artemis leaned forward, her curiosity intensifying. "Tell me, Hecate, how does one access or understand this Root of Existence?"

Hecate smiled like a mother looking at a child, her unexpected expression sending chills down Artemis's back. "My~ My~ Oh, my little Artemis~ Well… to comprehend the Root of Existence, one must delve into the deepest recesses of knowledge, explore ancient eldritch knowledge, and seek wisdom from both the unknown and outer realms. It is an almost eternally long journey of self-discovery and enlightenment, where one must unravel the threads of existence and find their place within the grand tapestry of the cosmos."

Artemis pondered Hecate's words, the weight of their implications sinking in. The concept of the Root of Existence opened up a vast realm of possibilities, both exhilarating and daunting. She knew that embracing such knowledge would require dedication, patience, and a balance of powers.

"Hecate," Artemis asked, her voice filled with determination, "how can we, as goddesses, navigate the complexities of this Root of Existence while preserving the natural order and respecting the boundaries set by the other gods?"

Hecate nodded, acknowledging the importance of Artemis' question. "Ah, the delicate balance, my dear. It is a dance of harmony between power and restraint, exploration and preservation. You must wield your abilities with wisdom and temper your desires with a deep understanding of the consequences they may bring to existence as a whole."

She continued, her voice carrying a weight of responsibility. "You must remember that your actions ripple through the interconnected tapestry of everything. While pursuing the Root of Existence, each choice you make has the potential to shape the destinies of entire worlds, the balance of nature, and the harmony of existence itself. It is your duty to tread carefully and respect the intricate design of the cosmos."

Artemis nodded, fully embracing the weight of her role as a guardian of balance. She was prepared to embark on this profound journey of self-discovery and enlightenment, ready to navigate the complexities of the Root of Existence with utmost care.

Just as Artemis was about to voice her gratitude and renewed determination, Hecate's mischievous smirk transformed into a mischievous grin. In an instant, she disappeared, leaving Artemis momentarily bewildered.

"Hecate?" Artemis called out, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She scanned her surroundings, searching for any trace of her lately playful companion, but Hecate was nowhere to be found.

A soft chuckle echoed through the air, seeming to come from all directions at once. "Oh, Artemis, my dear friend," Hecate's voice echoed, teasingly laced with laughter. "You are about to learn that even in the realm of terrifying secrets, there is room for a touch of mischief."

Artemis's eyebrows furrowed, a bemused smile forming on her lips. She had always appreciated Hecate's current playful nature over the last millennia, and this unexpected prank reminded her of their enduring friendship. She understood that this was Hecate's way of reminding her not to take herself too seriously, even amidst the weight of their responsibilities.

"I see you still haven't lost your mischievous touch, Hecate," Artemis said, her voice carrying a hint of laughter. "I suppose it is a reminder that even on the path of enlightenment, a sense of humor is essential. Well played."

Hecate's laughter filled the air, her voice fading into the distance. "Remember, dear Artemis, that even in the pursuit of forbidden wisdom, laughter, and lightheartedness are the sparks that keep your spirits aflame. Especially when you're just starting out. Embrace the journey ahead, and may the Root of Existence guide you with both wisdom and joy."

As Hecate's essence dissipated completely, leaving Artemis in solitude, a renewed sense of wonder washed over her. A smile graced her lips as she contemplated the recent encounter. It was really different from the past, to say the least, but Artemis found herself enjoying this livelier side of Hecate.

She had known Hecate as the mysterious and enigmatic goddess, always shrouded in ancient knowledge and hidden depths. But this mischievous and playful version of her companion added a new dimension to their friendship. It brought forth a refreshing energy that Artemis hadn't realized she had been missing.

"Yes, Hecate," Artemis whispered to the wind, her voice carrying a touch of amusement. "You certainly know how to keep me on my toes. I must admit, this lively side of you is quite enjoyable."

Artemis reminisced about the moments they had shared, from their discussions about the Root of Existence to Hecate's unexpected prank. It was a reminder that even in the pursuit of enlightenment and the preservation of balance, there was room for laughter and light-heartedness.

Lost in her thoughts, Artemis noticed a peculiar object on the spot where Hecate had been sitting. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up to find a folded piece of transparent celestial parchment. Unfolding it carefully, Artemis began to read the message written in elegant golden script.

"Please apologize to Uncle Hades in my place, I kinda messed up in his hell…"

Artemis's eyes widened in disbelief as she read Hecate's message. The initial smile on her face faded, replaced by a growing sense of horror and even anger. How could Hecate have caused trouble in the realm of her uncle? The hell under his jurisdiction is a place of great importance, and any disturbance within its boundaries could have severe consequences. Even her own father, Zeus, would never dare defy his brother Hades over such a matter.

Artemis's grip tightened around the parchment as her emotions intensified. "Hecate!" Artemis shouted, her voice echoing through the surrounding woods. Her usually calm demeanor had been shattered, replaced by a surge of righteous fury. The sound of her voice carried a mix of frustration, worry, and a touch of betrayal.

Moments ago, Artemis had been appreciating the lighter side of Hecate, but now she couldn't ignore the potential repercussions of her companion's actions anymore. The underworlds are realms governed by strict rules and delicate balances. Any disruption had the potential to upset the order that the Gods worked tirelessly to maintain.

Artemis's mind raced with thoughts of what could have transpired and the consequences it might bring. As her close friend, she felt an obligation to rectify the situation and mend any harm caused by Hecate's actions.

Artemis's expression twisted into a scowl as she again read Hecate's unreasonable message. "I take it back," she muttered under her breath, frustration coloring her voice. "The old Hecate was much better."

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