The footsteps of the eleven royals echoed with the weight of generational privilege. The noble-born students, each one a scion of houses that have shaped empires.
Their uniforms are different. Not the standard-issue garments of regular students, but tailored and permitted masterpieces, silks woven with Modular CECs, hems lined with precious metals that chime softly with every step.
Belonging to the House of Tleli:
2nd Class Noble: Third Year Duke Alexander Valtor Scott.
Valtor's Household, sharp-jawed and tongued Genius.
I remember you clearly.
Motherfucker burned his rival's documentation of inheritance and birth certificate to psyche him up for a duel that left the opponent orphaned.
Royalty: First Year Princess Sephalyn Veledônia.
La Casa Veledônia. First of the Three Great Families. First Princess of the 3 Great Kingdoms.
And as well, the Apprentice of the Greatest Salesmen in History.
The Rightful Owner of All the Riches of the World.
Yeah, I remember you… Other than being the First Heroine… I remember you cuz everyone fucking gooned to you. Oh fucking jeez, Imma be deadass, it's fucking crazy the gooners of EAA could NEVER resist drawing Rule 34 of a high schooler.
It's fucking disgusting.
In fact.
I can't see myself with any of the students here, I mean, there are some girls that are considered 'beautiful'... It's just that I was 19 before transmigrating. If I were to hook up with any of them, I'd feel like a damn pedophile.
But… At the same time… I'd have to go for older women instead, and then become a victim of a pedophile…
Both options aren't great…
Ah shit! Fuck romance first! I gotta secure my livelihood.
1st Class Noble: Second Year Duke Elian Ambustum.
The Ambustum Lineage, a humble family with scarred arms from forging the finest armor, weaponry, and jewelry in the royal forges.
Goated dude.
I never see any black royales in all those novels that I've read.
I should get close to him if I want a steady supplier of my gear.
And especially…
If I want a body like his.
Look at those arms and pecs~
As if trying to distract onlookers from what can only be described as the perfect body in height, width, and muscle, he bears a deep burn across his throat.
The reasoning?
A self-inflicted 'reminder' of his mortality.
Implications of it are fucking crazy, edgy as it may be.
He had to purposely slit his throat open with healers on standby to INTENTIONALLY regenerate anything EXCEPT the skin to leave only the scar.
Bloody psychopath… Cool.
Belonging to the House of Yves:
1st Class Noble: Fourth Year Duchess Irelia Conti Vitale.
The Conti Familia. This world's legalized mafia. And yet, she is a gift of Mother Nature.
Contrary to her family, she's really, really kind. One of my core memories as a kid was talking to her as a child while she cared for her garden.
Shame that she was sexualized so much as well.
I'm 100% sure if someone did that in this world, what would basically be the entire Italian Mafia would find and torture his/hers family and extended family.
3rd Class Noble: First Year Lord Marcis Santiago Moretti.
Oh God.
You…
Santiagos.
Nobles who have perfect physiques and voices in functionality, naturally
I prefer Elian's physique… But I understand why the devs covered his hands.
Thank. God.
Only the Lord knows what a transmigrated female player would have done in my position…
Hell, the devs even gave us a gay ending…
…
Shit… Why did I remember this detail out of everything…
I NEVER want to replay it.
It's honestly unbelievable that his voice is that fucking deep.
Pfft…
Ironic, cuz all the female gooners wanted him deep in them.
Isaac's face tensed.
Don't laugh out loud... Don't laugh out loud... Don't laugh out loud…
2nd Class Noble: Second Year Lady Elira Von Ashvale.
The Ashvale Household. The Political and legal powerhouse of the Royals. Second to the Three Great Families.
Huh… Come to think of it… What an AI ahh name… I never realised that cuz I was a child. Nor would I have assumed the general player base would realise, since modern-day AI wasn't invented when we played.
I swear I've seen the name 'Elira' as a first name and 'Ashvale' as a surname elsewhere in so many AI slop novels…
And that leaves a more concerning question…
How did the devs end up with that name?
Belonging to the House of Meris:
1st Class Noble: Fourth Year Capitaine Caspian Alessandro Farzaren.
Oh shit… The Second Goat.
I remember how many times this fucker saved this cohort in the story.
Though… Another female gooner bait…
God, was this game planned originally to be an 18+ game?!
Ain't no way… Right?
Royalty: First Year Princess Turaiya Elenos.
The Nation at the Center of the World's Inheritor.
Heir to the Dynasty of the Elenos.
The Second of the Three Great Families, Second Princess of the Three Great Kingdoms.
Wielder of Storms in the Left and Oceans in the Right.
The Greatest Talent of the New Generation.
The Strongest.
No comment. Too goated.
4th Class Noble: First Year Lord Evander Christarion.
Oh god… Not again… You too…
Nothing beats corrupting a holy man from the Christarion C̷̡͆͊̂h̵̡̥͑ǘ̴̦̠̍r̴̛̦͈͉͊͆c̷̯͇̪̓ẖ̵̘̪̐—
The Christarion Communian.
One rumor said his father walked on water.
One rumor said his mother turned water into wine.
A fact is that he was the candidate to be a third wielder of Light Magic in OG EAA, evolving it into Holy Magic.
Whatever it is, the devs definitely based him on their Christian beliefs.
Evander… I will never… never hate you…
Still, though, female gooner bait no.3.
Finally, belonging to the House of Esyphyr:
2nd Class Noble: First Year Lady Celeste Laurent Bianchetta.
Familia Bianchetta. The second legalized mafia.
The Capo Dei Capi's Daughter, and her mind to dictate all.
She was super smart, that I remember. A Genius only usurped by the Three Princesses in terms of royalty.
However.
None could ever usurp her dominance in chess. I don't remember her elo exactly, but it's continuously implied to be past 2000.
Like Evander… She really inspired me… Would love to play her one day.
Dunno why she was hated though. It got to the point where the news covered an arrest of a man due to a 'particularly' drawn image… The first recorded case where an arrest was made for hate porn so degenerate that, even for a fictional 2D character, it was a crime.
Perhaps it's because she always rivalled Anzhelika?
I don't know.
Whatever it was… It's equally disgusting as those who make porn in general, male or female.
Tsk… Fuck me, man… Why the fuck do I remember all these details but little of what would actually help me in the future… Are we deadass bro… My body subconsciously put effort into remembering this immature shit…
Bruh.
Royalty: First Year Princess Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk Golatsyn.
The Third Heir of the Three Great Families and the Third Princess of the Three Great Kingdoms.
The Tsesarevna of Knyagatyrsk.
The Gas of higher kinetic energy to the Elenosian Liquid.
The Heat to blow out the Veledônian Fire.
The only Princess to start with a Royal Element Variant.
A Wind Resonance Archetype lineage so pure that historical records dating back to the 5th Century record Category Six Hurricanes being summoned.
A whole new category was invented.
Just for her family.
The unpredictable and unprecedented princess. The most loved princess by the player base.
The Armoured Angel of Knyagatyrsk.
Phew… What a fucking self-yap fest.
Isaac's analysis of some of the most plot-relevant characters had concluded. Understandably, he felt that the entire analysis was a waste of time. All that he could recall from his childhood were aspects of their characters that were implied through their actions, plot-irrelevant to their individual abilities.
Their philosophies, their symbolisms, and their individual complexities.
Perhaps, due to a certain addition to his kit as a Mass Reader.
One that forces him to see them as individuals beyond a game.
He recalled memories that forced him to see these royals;
As more complex humans than himself.
I dislike that I received fucking | Media Literacy | to force me to understand this world's inhabitants. I don't give a shit. I'm just gonna use all this information to my benefit after all.
But I hate how they are framing my memories.
As something… I should be happy about… That those 2 Days… Were crucial to me.
Ironically, all these thoughts raced through Isaac's head in the span of less than 5 seconds.
By the end of these 5 seconds, those royals in the second year and higher occupied a raised platform that had stood empty until now. Plates were set before them, not the hearty portions offered to the First Years, but delicate works of the finest chilled fruits and poultry.
The matriculating nobles and royalty, by contrast, were seated among the First Years. Their expressions betrayed the slight discomfort at being placed in such proximity to the rest of the cohort.
Lady Celeste Laurent Bianchetta and Princess Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk Golatsyn made their approach toward the Esyphyr tables, their presence compelling those nearby to shift aside in deference. Students around Isaac bowed with eager reverence, each gesture little more than a desperate attempt to secure some measure of acknowledgment.
Isaac, however, bowed with a different intention altogether, his gesture not born of admiration, but of purpose.
Love your neighbor as yourself. He did this merely to gain some recognition, if at all.
What Isaac truly was waiting for was the final student to enter the hall.
For he knew who would soon arrive, an individual destined to throw open those doors with the weight of inevitability on his back, would be more influential than any of these royalties. As determined, if not forced, by the story he led, that boy would command more Authority than every noble present, their bloodlines and titles collapsing before the force of his resolve.
His arrival was imminent; the doors swung open.
Yet it was not an imposing figure who entered, but rather that boy himself, stumbling forward with awkward movements, all elbows and apologies.
"Sorry! The campus was just so big—"
He catches his foot on the threshold, barely saving his dignity from embarrassment with a shameful trip. The nobles giggle at the sight of this 'classmate'.
A Yves brute mutters "clod" into his beverage.
This clumsy boy was no noble.
Rather, he was like Isaac himself, an unknown commoner with dirt still clinging to his boots, his uniform hanging loose where the tailor's second-hand stitching contrasted the refinery of the rest. His hair was a messy, perm-like broccoli, and his smile far too earnest for the institute he had entered.
Yet when he lifted his head, there was something in his eyes, a spark even he had not yet learned to recognize.
The hall exhaled in collective dismissal.
Fools.
He stood there uncertain, a boy of no apparent consequence. The nobles scarcely spared him a glance, too mired in their own self-importance and those they deemed 'worthwhile' to perceive the truth that thrummed beneath his skin.
This was the future King of Kings.
The Historian of the One Almighty Kingdom to come.
The Time for Elements has arrived.
Mrs Fate's Wolf in Sheep's Clothing and Mr Destiny's Snake in the Grass.
And yet here he is, flushed with embarrassment, being hastily ushered to his seat like an afterthought, his movements stiff, likely a result of his own self-consciousness.
He looks like a pathetic excuse of an individual, not even a boy, let alone a man.
His wide eyes dart across the hall, looking like a startled deer.
But…
Orthellius… You observant fucker…
You're right…
Where is the passion? Where is the motivation in his eyes?
It looked fake.
The eyes of a startled deer whose singularity and event horizon spread wider than his sclera.
Caelum Veldt
A name likely chosen by the developers intentionally.
'Caelum', Latin for 'Heaven.'
'Veldt', Dutch for 'uncultivated plains.'
The Highest Fist Name. A farmer's surname.
A Duality.
He who possesses no grand lineage, no ancestral swords or crests carrying legacy.
But only.
A boy with a future too narrow for him to comprehend.
The Protagonist.
The Dramatis Personae of EAA.
But a faker.
A Fake Actor…
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Note:
Alexander Valtor Scott: White skin, passionate voice, molten amber iris, blonde-tipped black hair, crimson robes embroidered with phoenix feathers, and the heirloom whip belt. FYI: Functions both as his weapon on top of his Noësis and a belt to keep his pants from falling, always does either way
Sephalyn Veledônia: Pretty tan skin, cheerful/teasing voice, iris and eyes in general that shine like the sun, purposefully dyed gold, orange, and blood-red hair (Like a flame), the fittest of the Three Great Princesses as she often sprints, a dragon-scale choker around her neck that complements her casual outfits. FYI: Used to suppress her volatile Noësis and her muscles around her neck. Without it, she once accidentally ignited and burned down a banquet hall during a toast from the sheer speed of her movement, generating frictional heat. Often visiting the Elenosian Homestead to request water while traveling to the Knyagatyrski Homestead to request food. With that in mind, are bestfriends with Turaiya and Anzhelika, ever since they were 6-7.
Elian Ambustum: Dark brown skin, deep voice, simple black pupils amplified by glasses, black buzz cut fade, most importantly, a sculpted body with scarred arms that press against his uniform, nearly to the point that his definition is visible through a jacket, blades and hammers ignite naturally when drawn. FYI: Surprisingly, a silent and kind individual, contrary to how he looks. With the most brash decision in his life being the slitting of the skin around his throat, which took 1 year and 2 months to fully heal, leaving his famous scar.
Irelia Conti Vitale: Smooth white skin, soothing/calming voice, yellow iris, long white hair, ontop, a crown of fossilized thorns that match her Xanadu robes. A physique so poor that she could be considered a terminally ill patient. FYI: Hold so much influence over sections of Knyagatyrsk that even Anzhelika cannot control her family's actions. Surprisingly, the best pizza maker in EINA is better than the Tleli Chefs.
Marcis Santiago Moretti: Slightly tan skin, strong accented yet deepest voice, hazel iris, brown hair tipped with black, a tall and gaunt physique, in fact, the peak physique of his year in terms of general IBFF standards of Earth, back covered by a cloak stitched with veins of gold mined from his family's mountains. BUT with the sole exception of 'Ivan Osmonov', whose body shatters every rule of bodybuilding. FYI: Marcis uses obsidian black gauntlets to increase the force of his strikes, whereas Ivan genuinely just strikes with so much force that knuckle dusters/gauntlets aren't needed. With Ivan, often criticising and teasing Marcis for using them when he should be going in bare knuckles, cutely enough, the first instance of a commoner disagreeing with him so blatantly, with no option of doing anything about it but listen.
Elira von Ashvale: Ivory skin, a range of voices surpassing the ordinary (anything needed in the spur of the moment), dark brown irises, natural black hair, A petite politician destined to sit in the Elenos Parliament due to her family lineage. Always wearing formal upper wear with her casual lower wear. Contrary to how petite she is, a perfect vessel for the languages and sports of humanity. FYI: Her 'tea parties' are legit political/philosophical debates that always end up in the loser supporting the Conti Familia wholeheartedly. Her favourite philosophical debate to have is Hylozoism: Real or Fake.
Perhaps… Assisting Isaac in a later Act, where a certain faction of individuals attempts to prove their ideologies.
And most importantly, acts as a f̸̛̣̖̤͇͔̙̻̹͈̾͑͊̐̇̊̎͛̍̈́͠o̶̖͇̜̲̝̲̜͂̆̎̆̉͂͊͗̀͑̽̚r̸̨̡͕̗̱̫̺̭̭̤̹͈̝̘̱̊͗̓̚e̸͔̠̱̬̹̣͈̘͔͔̼̝̠̰̙̘̥̤͉͂s̷̡̨̨̧̙͎̼͉͇̘̗̱̫͚͕̟̀̇̂̀̋̄̓̂̓̇̎̚ḥ̶̨̡̹̦̱̳͚̦̻͚̗͇͈̝̎̓̇̍͊͆͒̍̓̏͂̽̕͘͘͠ą̶̛̐͋͗͑̒̂̋̏͆̀̃͝—
Crucial character!
Caspian Alessandro Farzaren: Natural skin, the most powerful voice, one of a captain, blue iris with multiple limbal rings, tied up long black hair, topped with a coral crown with jewels of land and sea, an androgynous individual who carries himself as equally grandiose as the trident on his hip. FYI: At the start of the story, one of the most broken royals, if Turaiya is considered the Talent of her Generation, then Caspian would be considered, not a talent, but a Monster of His Generation. Upon his first Thaumitonic Awakening, Caspian's Hydrokinesis caused the Hydrogen and Oxygen atoms in 10 cubic meters of water to spin at such speeds that it evaporated from the sheer kinetic energy produced by each atom, inadvertently, Self Synthesizing an artificial way to use the Steam Module without Fire.
As Isaac puts it, the GOAT.
Turiaya Elenos: Warm Beige skin, but a storm in human form, her voice would be considered more masculine than feminine basing off how powerful it is, dark blue and cyan iris due to heterochromia, dyed navy-blue hair with silver streaks, who is to judge her bodily proportions and her outfit, no matter how casual her outfit is, her talent and discipline keeps her grounded in the rules she can willingly choose not to follow. FYI: Caspian, The GOAT, acknowledged Turaiya as a serious threat to himself, so much so that, depending on her Topological Matrix, her eventual Royal Variant of a Module, and her determination to work hard and pursue actualization of self beyond her own capabilities. She transcends being called a 'Talent' to being an Anomaly in Her Generation, one that belongs to a future generation that has had time to converge and grow via Thaumitonic Evolution Theory (TET).
In summary: A Second Caelum and a Second I̷̘̟̝͋̆͋̄́͘s̵̢͕͇̪̖̟͔̺̣̳̭̯̑̐̆̓͒̊̐̄̆̀̚͘͝ạ̸͓̜̖͉̩̙̭̠͎͈͎̦̪̰͈͂̿̈͂̽̂̏͂́̔́̄̈͒͝a̴̧͔͎̮͙͔̺̦̲͇̙̳̥̹̣̞̓͊͗͆͆̐͠͠ĉ̸̡̡̰̳̯̍̉̓̎̿́̿̓́̈́͜͠͠ͅͅ.
Sorry…
Only a Second Caelum.
There will. Never. Never…
Be A Singularity of Talent. An Event Horizon of Learning that is:
Isaac Mun.
Evander Christarion: Porcelain skin, the voice of an angel, amber iris with leukocoria white pupils, light brown hair tipped with blonde, in his first defiance of his family, he tattooed his lean, muscular body, specifically his right arm, with Noësical Inks that glow when he channels Thaumitons. FYI: Had such great potential due to his family lineages and general talent that he was considered for the position of the Monster of His Generation, surpassing Turaiya, if he had realized and actualized his potential, for he was on the brink of developing the first instance of Ḧ̸̭̼͙̺͌̆̈̀͑̾͊͊̆͋̎̋o̷̡̨͚͈̟͚̩̼̳̩͙̼͖̙͔͑̾͐͗̉̋̑́͘̕l̸̢̰̟̲͕̱̼̗̪̩̞̠̖̲̽͑̃̅̌͋͒̋͋͘͘͠y̴̡̥̞̮̖̫̓̋̀̑— Esoterical Noësis. The first instance of Perfect Self Synthesizing Two S̸o̷u̴r̶c̵e̴s ̷o̷f̸ ̴S̶c̷i̴e̸n̵c̵e̶ in recorded Agerean History.
Perchance, with Isaac's introduction and possible coercion of Caelum in assisting.
This Monster may Actualize.
Celeste Laurent Bianchetta: Ivory skin, a fierce and precise voice with perfect pronunciation, Green Kayser-Fleischer Ring iris, platinum blonde hair with black streaks, a strong, muscular body to compete with Anzhelika, as evident by the symptoms of her eyes, she has mild to lesser Walson (Wilson) disease, with her symptoms being on the lesser side fortunately. FYI: A chess master so great that the standard limits of ordinary chess do not satisfy her tempest of an urge to continuously improve, unless she plays against herself or a chess AI of equivalent or above 2600-3000+ elo.
Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk Golatsyn: Beige skin, a monotone voice that exudes boredom from being unrivaled, with the only exception of Turiaya and Sephalyn, vivid emerald green iris with limbal golden undertones, often alternating between dyeing her hair fully silver black or fully golden blonde, the second most fit of the Three Great Princesses, similarly to Sephalyn and Turaiya, dresses casually formal or formal most of the time. FYI: The cutest of the three princesses, with Original EAA placing the most emphasis on fleshing out her personal hobbies and likes compared to the other two. Loves to lie down in her Self Synthesized/Amplificated by Royal Variant Clause Construct [Derivative from W.C.B.M.P (Olden Terminology: 'Float')], simplistically called Air Couch when she has no duties and seeks rest, more so than her own bed of the highest quality. On a serious note, due to her Royal Variant: Regal Tempest, in terms of Wind Noësis, she has been uncontested her entire life; the closest to come was and is Lady Celeste Laurent Bianchetta, who overpowered her by a factor of 1.136137138x on CCAU Test Dummy, measuring the newton per square meter.