Year 2465
The Earth was no longer the fractured, chaotic place it once was. Humanity had leapt far beyond the boundaries of its solar system. Traveling from one galaxy to another was now as effortless as hopping cities in the past. Interstellar diplomacy had matured; alliances had been forged with countless civilizations across the stars.
Peace reigned. No wars. No conflicts. Not even whispers of rebellion. Earth had become a jewel in the galactic crown—a thriving, harmonious world where every day was a celebration of joy and unity.
The planet was governed by six noble families, each entrusted with the care of a continent:
The Roy family ruled Asia.
The Williams family led Europe.
The Watsons presided over North America.
The Santiagos governed South America.
The Law family oversaw Australia.
The Lugonos held command over Africa.
These six powerful houses, however, all bent the knee to one supreme family—the Neverlands.
And I…
I am the youngest son of the Neverland dynasty. My name is Arin Neverland, and I am fourteen years old.
For most of my life, being a prince has meant luxury, ease, and comfort. I've never had to struggle, never had to fight for anything. But all of that is about to change.
In just a month, I will turn fifteen—and then, the trials will begin.
The Trial of Succession.
A centuries-old tradition within our bloodline.
My three older brothers and I will be pitted against each other, each vying for the title of heir and future head of the Neverland family. The challenges will be brutal. The expectations—monumental. No amount of royal privilege can shield me from what's coming.
And so, I've turned to the one place that has always offered me a sense of clarity and purpose: the library.
A cathedral of knowledge nestled within the core of our floating citadel, the Neverland Library spans over a hundred floors. I've spent countless hours wandering its halls, losing myself in the tales of heroes and rulers from both Earth and the stars beyond.
But yesterday… something different happened.
My father, Christopher Neverland, the reigning patriarch, summoned me to his study. His expression was unreadable, yet his voice carried weight.
> "Arin," he said, "go to the deepest shelf of the library. There are journals—ones only our family may read. Start with the first. You need to understand where we come from."
I didn't ask questions. I simply obeyed
The next morning, I made my way down, past the illuminated corridors and floating staircases, to the forgotten depths of the library. The air was colder here, untouched for what felt like centuries. Dust floated in shafts of pale blue light. I walked in silence until I finally reached the deepest shelf.
And there they were—fourteen journals, old and massive, bound in midnight leather and etched with golden runes that shimmered faintly.
I reached out and touched the first one. Dust coated the surface like a veil of time itself. Carefully, I brushed it away, revealing the title carved into its cover.
The journal name was—
Rise of the Judas Neverland