Twenty Thousand Years of the Magic Empire

Two Thousand Years of the Magic Empire

“The elves criticize us humans for having no faith and no reverence. They accuse our magic of being too utilitarian, making the undead toil in the fields. They mock us for having no racial god to protect us, calling us nothing but savage monkeys.”

“Allow me to clarify: yes, we are barbarians!”

“Forget those tiresome disputes about faith, culture, and moral philosophy.”

“When the Empire is victorious, scholars will defend us.”

“To conquer the Astral Sea, we need 100 stable portals, 1,000 starships, and 100,000 trained spellcasters. We need a council of a thousand mages to coordinate them, and a system of magical education open to all. In short, we need a great empire!”

Returning from the end of time, Erian had witnessed the end of this epic fantasy universe with his own eyes.

Someone had to step forward, unite the myriad races across all the planes, and stand against the great terror beyond the world.

Traveling twenty thousand years into the past, Erian transmigrated into the “last emperor” of an ancient magical empire.

At the time, human civilization was still in its infancy, having only just learned magic. It struggled to survive among fantastical races such as orcs, dragons, and elves.

Before the armies of the Outer Gods from a distant land arrived, Erian had twenty millennia to build his magical empire:

Wipe out the orc tribes, slay the dragon lords, and make the arrogant, self-important elven court witness humanity's rise.

Make education open to all, and include arcane knowledge in compulsory schooling. Weave the magical network, enslave the elements, and build a civilization of magic.

Conquer the Abyss and make the demon lords bow.

March on Hell and restore the archdukes of the devils to their thrones.

Every living being across all the planes will become a subject of the great Empire.

Whether they are the twin serpents of order who created the world, or the gods filling the heavens.

“If a mountain stands in the way, move it. If the waters flood, tame them. If the sky falls, hold it up!”

[Chronicles of the Magic Empire. A pseudo-D&D original setting: I make the rules!]

[A niche story with a slow start and slow updates. Please don't bash it if it's not your thing.]