Soul Land: Origin of Humanity

Within the chamber that defied sense and time, I felt as if I stood at the center of the universe. Reality rippled with every heartbeat. Before me, the god officer's presence was at once ancient dragon and living decree—a guardian whose gaze weighed upon my fate, my soul, and all that I might become.

His words pressed into my mind, not spoken aloud but woven through the air, the stone, the spirit of the place itself:

"Ye Caiqian, you who have climbed the precipice of destiny. I am the God Officer, set here by the Divine Dragon Realm as protector of this orb, this blue world lost among the stars."

Though I knelt out of instinct, humility did not lessen the thunderous awe within me. It was as if the centuries themselves bowed in his shadow.

"Ask what you will. In this moment, I shall speak plainly—as a guardian to a worthy heir."

I steadied my breath. "Senior, I have seen much, but what I seek most is understanding. Tell me the story of this world—its origin, its purpose, and why beings like yourself watch over its fate."

The light in the chamber deepened, reality shifting around us. Suddenly, I was nowhere and everywhere, drifting through the river of memory. The god officer's words became the pulse of creation itself.

"In the beginning, this planet was nothing but a blue sphere—endless ocean beneath the gaze of distant stars. There was no land, no beast, no song. Only water, rolling in eternal silence."

I saw it—a world of endless waves, silent and cold, circling the void.

"Then, one descended—a dragon of nine radiant colors, his will boundless, his form a tapestry of all elements. He came as a wanderer, a cultivator among worlds. With a single roar, he called forth land from the ocean, shaping mountains and valleys, islands and rivers."

The vision unfolded: the dragon's tail splitting continents, claws carving valleys, lightning dancing along his wings as forests erupted in his wake.

"With each breath, he seeded life—spirit beasts of every kind, each carrying a spark of his essence. For millennia, he watched this world, its seasons and tides, its slow blooming of life and power."

I felt the ancient loneliness of this primordial shaper—the silence of a world awakening beneath his gaze.

"Yet this being was not native to this world. He hailed from a beyond, come forth to cultivate fortune, to gather the luck of new worlds. His aim was to create a sanctuary, a realm where those who transcended the mortal coil might dwell together in eternity."

Scenes flickered—this dragon journeying beyond the stars, visiting countless worlds, his luck weaving a vast tapestry.Worlds rose and fell; civilizations awakened and faded, but always he gathered fate and possibility.

"And in time, after ages uncounted, his vision became reality. The Divine Dragon Realm was born—a haven for gods, open to all who grasped the path of divinity."

The vision darkened. A host of gods stood above the world. Yet for all its beasts and glory, no true guardian arose from its own soil.

"When the dragon's work was done, the world remained without a protector born of its own destiny. Thus, I was sent—a god officer, appointed to safeguard the balance. My duty: to ensure no force from beyond disturbs the natural path. I am neither judge nor king, but a silent sentinel, sworn to interference only in the face of true peril."

I saw the god officer, vast and patient, his presence hovering above the world, witnessing epochs pass.

"Through long ages, I have watched—never shaping, never guiding, only defending the order decreed by the gods."

Eras swept past me: dragons and spirit beasts rose, fought, and vanished, their empires forgotten by the tides. No soul transcended the boundary of mortality. The world slumbered under their rule—mighty, but bound.

Then a spark: fragile, insignificant, yet bright. The first humans appeared, frail but undaunted.

"Then came a change no prophecy foretold. A new race emerged from the dust—humans, weak in body, but fierce in spirit. I watched as their hope grew, as they formed tribes, discovered fire, shaped the land with will and wonder."

I witnessed the flowering of villages, the forging of tools, the birth of language. Primitive, yet unstoppable.

"Slowly, the luck of the world drifted from beast to man. A current of fate gathered around your kind—subtle at first, then undeniable. I marveled as humanity, in but a flicker of time, leapt forward. Your arrival was unexpected; your progress, astonishing."

"And now, you, Ye Caiqian, are the culmination of that tide. In you, the world's luck converges—you are the closest any of your kind has come to the divine. In all the ages I have watched, not once has a human reached the threshold of godhood. Should you persist, you will be the first."

His gaze became solemn, the air charged with cosmic gravity.

"Hear this: My role as god officer is not to shape, only to preserve the order decreed by the gods. I cannot raise or hinder your ascent. My vow is to stand guard, to keep this world's fate its own. Yet I bear witness—to your rise, to your failures, and now, perhaps, to your ascension."

The vision faded, and I knelt again in the ever-shifting chamber.

"Should you succeed and step into godhood, my watch here will end. The law of gods is clear: the first who ascends from this world will become its rightful guardian. You, Ye Caiqian, will inherit the mantle of protector—by the world's own will."

His eyes blazed like distant stars—both burden and blessing reflected in their depths.

"But take heed. When you cross the threshold, you may remain in this world for a hundred years—no more. In that time, build your legacy, finish your works, and prepare your people. When the hundred years are past, you must ascend to the Divine Realm. There you will dwell, but through a divine temple you may leave behind, you will watch over this world, guide its children, and, in times of crisis, may descend once more."

The responsibility settled on my shoulders like a cloak of mountain stone. I thought of my family, my city, the countless souls whose fates would depend on my choices.

"The fate of your people, and the hope of this world, are now entwined with your journey. You are humanity's first—its beacon and its burden. The world has chosen, and its luck flows through you. But remember: even the greatest gods must bear loneliness, for those who break new ground walk first, and often alone."

A ripple of spirit energy passed through me—a blessing, a warning, a promise.

The god officer's gaze softened, his voice now as gentle as the sea at dawn.

"Until now, you have known this world as but a blue planet, a nameless orb beneath the stars. But it is more than that. It is a crucible, a legend, a promise yet to be fulfilled."

His words resonated in the very roots of my soul, as if the planet itself whispered its identity.

"Remember this name—let it echo in your heart, your works, and your legacy. The world you walk, and now protect, is called… Douluo."

The name rang through the chamber—ancient, powerful, and forever changed.

The vision faded, and I awoke kneeling, breathless and remade. The god officer's eyes lingered on me, both farewell and expectation.

"Rise, Ye Caiqian. Go forth as the world's chosen. All of Douluo awaits your mark."