A grand world with 90% of the population awakening, grand world-building, a united human federation (no countries), and a competitive structure where world-creation is central. All proper names have been changed to new English names, and the societies, events, and culture have been expanded as you requested.
## Chapter 1: The Grand Awakening
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Across the colossal meta-city of Radiant Arc, the news pulsed through the atmospheric grids and information panels lining the luminous corridors of the United Federation's principal education dome:
> "Breaking update! The prodigy of Ascendant Hall failed their awakening—couldn't even manifest the most basic foundation for civilization!"
"What? That's unheard of!"
"The one everyone called a future grand architect?"
"They were supposed to reach the crest of ascension! How could they fall at the very first trial?"
"Forget achievements—today, only your world matters…"
"You're next, right? Are you prepared for the Grand Awakening?"
Inside the high chamber of Genesis Academy, Tower 7, Level C, the young men and women of Class Orion gathered in restless anticipation. Surrounded by the vast trans-dimensional screens depicting the Federation's endless cityscape, conversations swirled with nervous energy.
By the window sat Aiden Vale, silent and thoughtful, the ambient data-lights glinting off his gaze. Though he had lived eighteen years in the era of world-creators, even now the marvel of this new civilization never ceased to amaze him.
Here in the Federation's alliance, almost every human, upon reaching their eighteenth year, stood before the Crucible of Awakening. Each one had the right to attempt the impossible: to crack open the void, breathe life into a world, and claim the birthright of a creator—a World Founder.
And so today, like every cycle, millions would stand at the crossroads of fate.
Some would forge realms of fantasy; skies riven by beings who leapt between planets, shattering stars with a thought.
Some would birth martial civilizations; eternal warriors cultivating power beyond comprehension.
Others might conjure beast realms, where titans roared across unchecked wilds.
Yet not all would reach such prowess.
For the vast multitude awakened into the humble strata: the foundation civilizations, simple in scope and resources, their growth slow and potential limited. Still, in the Federation these creators held status—no longer mere humans, but architects of real existence. Even ordinary creators commanded respect and opportunities within the societal hierarchy.
Today was the Day of Emergence, the most pivotal moment in every Federation citizen's path.
On this day, the arc of destiny was set.
Success brought endless potential, advancement, and the right to compete in the Resource Ascension Games—where the boldest creators vied for rare materials, legacy techniques, and Federation sponsorship.
Failure meant living as a Non-Awakened, bound forever to the mundane infrastructure of the base world—a life still valued, but lacking the thrill and power of creation.
Now, as the class settled into expectant silence, Mentor Lysander strode into the chamber—a dignified figure, his Federation sigil gleaming at his throat. With solemn ceremony, he placed a crystal conduit, the Genesis Prism, at the core of the summoning dais. Its energy lit the arena with a living, roiling light.
"Attention, Class Orion!"
His voice resonated across their neural links, steady and deep.
"Twelve simulations have prepared you well. But today, the Crucible is real. No words can soften the test you face."
The Mentor's gaze swept over each student.
"When I call your name, come forth. The moment you touch the Genesis Prism, your trial will begin."
First on the call was Darien Glass, who hurried forward with trembling anticipation.
"Darien, will you require federation-coordinated world coordinates?" Mentor Lysander inquired.
Even with the Federation's resources, the majority of initiates chose to bind their minds to pre-mapped, stable coordinates—guaranteeing a foundation realm, though with modest opportunity.
Only the supremely gifted—and those with rare, inherited resources—dared attempt wholly independent creation.
"I will," Darien replied.
He reached into the cipher box and drew a data-slip, committing the stabilized quantum pattern to memory.
"Place your hand on the Prism," said Lysander. "Focus. Enter the Infinite Bound, find your world, and begin the binding process."
The federation protocols were strict:
"You may only remain in the Boundless Realm for ten minutes—any longer, and you risk permanent detachment. No exceptions."
Darien nodded, placed his palm on the gleaming crystal, and his form was washed in prismatic radiance.
For five tense minutes, the class waited.
At last, Darien's form shuddered; his eyes snapped open, awash with exhilaration.
"I did it—I am a creator! My world is alive!"
"What civilization type?" Mentor Lysander asked, smiling, already knowing most outcomes.
"A foundation civilization—primitive jungle world," Darien announced, barely able to sit in his excitement.
Mentor Lysander's smile was genuine. "A fine beginning. Primitive lifeforms offer sturdy resources, valued by many higher creators. If you tend it well, you may ascend further."
Darien returned to his seat, greeted by envious glances and whispered dreams.
"Darien is now a World Founder! The gap between us has widened overnight…"
"Oh stars—I hope I awaken. I'll trade ten cycles of my leisure time if the Federation grants me success."
"If I fail, I'll have to join my family's logistics guild. No creator's glory, just endless maintenance work…"
As the rollcall continued, anticipation built. Each acolyte vied for their own genesis, for a place in the Federation's endless contests, where worlds themselves were the playing field.
And so, in the luminous heart of the United Federation, the greatest competition humanity had ever known began again—billions striving not just for their own ascendance, but for the glory of the species.
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**End of Chapter 1**