The Birth of a New World in the Ashbtoom Forest
The Forest of Shadows and Dreams
As the first light of dawn filtered through the ancient canopies of Ashbtoom Forest, Arslan and his loyal followers—once slaves, now free—crossed the final ridge. Beneath them, a vast untouched valley stretched wide. Rivers gleamed like silver veins. Fog clung to mossy trees. Birds cried out as if announcing their arrival.
They had escaped the chains of Pars. But ahead was uncertainty.
Many feared the monsters said to haunt this forest. Others feared starvation, exposure, or ambush by enemies. Yet when Arslan turned to address them, even the wind seemed to listen.
"This land is wild. But so were we once.
And just as we tamed our past, we will shape this place—not into a fortress, but into a future."
He clenched his hand. And then… it happened.
The Power of the System Alice
A soft chime rang in his mind.
A transparent blue window appeared in front of his vision—a gift from the gods, or fate itself. It read:
🌀 SYSTEM Alice ACTIVATED
Current System Points: 15,000
Category: Civilization Creation
Begin Build Mode?
With a breath, Arslan selected Yes.
What happened next became the first miracle of England's history.
The Birth of a Kingdom
Arslan raised his hand, and with a few fluid gestures, lines of glowing energy traced themselves into the earth. The forest groaned, then obeyed.
The ground rumbled.
Trees bent and shifted aside.
Foundations of stone and crystal surged up like waves.
In moments, houses emerged—solid, beautiful, each crafted in perfect symmetry with nature.
Gasps spread through the people.
In just minutes, streets formed—clean and winding, lined with glowing lanterns powered by solar crystals. Fresh wells sprung where he pointed. A grand hall arose in the heart of it all, carved from whitewood and silver ore.
Then came the lights—soft orbs hanging in the air, lighting the streets without fire. Doors opened on their own. Water flowed from taps made of glowing runes.
"What magic is this?!" someone cried.
"It's not magic," Arslan replied.
"It's knowledge—and now, it belongs to all of you."
The Kingdom of England Is Named
Arslan walked to the highest balcony of the Hall of Unity—the new central building that had grown from the heart of the forest like a tree of light. Thousands had gathered below in silence.
"This is no longer Ashbtoom," Arslan declared.
"This is England.
A kingdom born not from bloodlines, but belief.
There will be no lords, no nobles—only citizens.
No one shall own another.
Everyone shall learn, work, and build a future worthy of their name."
Thunderous applause shook the leaves. Some cried. Others fell to their knees. It was a rebirth—for all of them.
The Age of Learning
Over the following weeks, Arslan used his system to create schools, gardens, and workshops. He gathered the elders and younger minds together.
He taught them:
How electricity flowed like water to light their homes.
How paper money worked, backed by resources and trust, not gold.
How clean energy from the sun and wind could power their machines.
How to build rail-less carts that moved using crystal engines.
How books could be printed quickly and cheaply.
Children who had never held a pen were now writing their names. Women who had once cooked over fire now cooked over heat stones. Former slaves learned to become healers, builders, scholars, and leaders.
There was confusion at first, then excitement. The people adapted quickly—not because they were forced to, but because they were empowered.
A Gift for Every Citizen
One morning, Arslan summoned every citizen to the central plaza. There, waiting on a shimmering platform, were stacks of beautifully wrapped boxes.
"Inside each is a Citizen's Token," he announced.
"It gives you access to food, water, housing, education, and more. It is not money—it is your right as a citizen of England."
He handed the first token to Malek—the old man who once swept the palace floor. Tears ran down the man's cheeks as he clutched it.
"I never thought I'd live to be free," he whispered.
"But this… this is more than freedom. This is dignity."
The City of Light
With time, the village grew into a city.
England's capital—London—became known across the lands as the City of Light. It shimmered in the forest, protected by the trees, powered by crystal towers, filled with art, song, and peace.
Merchants came from distant lands. Scholars begged to be taught. Even some Parsian slaves who had escaped followed the rumors and arrived with hope in their hearts.
Arslan welcomed them all.
In the Shadows: The Threat Awakens
But peace never lasts forever.
Far away in the dark halls of Pars, whispers of Arslan's miracle spread.
"A boy who built a kingdom in a cursed forest?"
"A nation without slaves? Heresy!"
"He stole prisoners! He must be hunted!"
And in the farthest corners of the land… the Masked Man Hilmes watched from behind a veil of flame.
"You may build your kingdom, cousin," he growled.
"But I will burn it to ash one day just you wait ."