It was a mind opening finding to this type innovations actually, and hearing that the ideas were found by the young minds that were born by my teachings. It was even meaningful to me, this shows that my hard work of shaping the Aeternum society to the better, has started to show it’s results. And the time of seeing Aeternum unique society become and admiration to the whole Fantasma, I am sure that it wont be long that the world will soon become a better place for all.
“Congratulations…for be able to discover something like…I can see that what I have been working for…is slowly started to change our Aeternum into a better place for our future…”.
“Of course your Highness…we old guys…at first were rather held back…wanting to stay in our old mind set….afraid to lose that measly powers that we once hold….but seeing all this marvelous stuff that can happened beca
At the New City International Market, foreign dignitaries and merchants could be seen marveling at offerings that only existed in myth back in their homelands. Crates filled with live marine kelp and glowing seaweed fetched prices once reserved for fine jewelry.And yet, Aeternum’s prices remained fair and affordable to UNA allies, thanks to its highly efficient harvesting system and strict resource management regulations.But not everyone watched with admiration.In the Ivory Throne of the Twain Kingdom, court magicians cursed the Magic Nets, claiming they were unnatural tools that disturbed the ocean’s soul—though many whispered that their royal fleets had already begun crude attempts at replicating them.In the Kingdom of Texi, naval officers raged in closed council meetings, branding Aeternum a “monopoly of the tides.” Rumors spread of spies being sent to infiltrate Aeternum’s fishery companies, though none ever returned with a single scrap of meaningful data.In neutral city-stat
“This is Vara, inventor of the Magic Nets,” Quara said. “Age: fifteen.”The camera captured Vara’s quiet smile, her hands resting over her original prototype—small, dull, cracked at the edges. Then it cut to her standing before the prototype that changed the fishing world—a gleaming commercial model marked with the crest of Aeternum Resource Ministry.In New City’s cafés and city squares, cheers broke out. In Alemia, fishermen wept openly. In the village where Vara was born, her parents and siblings watched the broadcast with tears in their eyes.The world didn’t sit still.In UNA nations, the response was electric. Governors and industry leaders across the continent sent requests to Aeternum Fish and Seafood Ltd., hoping to adopt Magic Nets for local lakes and coasts. In public forums and schools, children discussed Vara as if she were a legend. Even among scholars, she became a new case study of Youth For Tomorrow’s unprecedented success.But beyond UNA, the reactions were more comp
In the Wasteland, where fish rarely arrived fresh and ocean produce was a luxury, news spread like wildfire. Families who once only saw dried sea bass in merchant catalogs now whispered about having fresh ocean sashimi on their tables.Back in the lab, Vara looked at the larger orb hovering above the pedestal. A silverfish had been caught inside a test orb just hours ago—still swimming in place, healthy and calm. It was her third successful test.The final iteration was close.That night, a parcel arrived from Alemia. Inside was a hand-written letter, wrapped in a folded parchment smelling faintly of seawater.["Dearest Vara,Your father and I heard about the demonstration. Everyone in the village did. We’re so proud. Your uncles say the fisheries council has begun talking about installing docks for new ships—and they even talked about you. Can you believe it?Your younger brother keeps running around the house yelling, 'My sister caught a sea god!' We miss you, but we know you’re mea
“A gift of balance.”Later that evening, as the sun dipped behind the city skyline and the lights of New City flickered to life, Vara sat quietly on a bench along the riverside. The magic orb rested in her lap. Her fingers were still tingling with the residual mana from the day’s casting.Roland found her there, holding two bottles of soda.“Hey,” he said, offering her one. “You were amazing up there.”Vara smiled shyly, taking the drink. “You think so?”“Think so? My show aired after your demonstration and the viewership dropped!” Roland joked, laughing. “The whole city’s still watching your replay.”Vara giggled, her shoulders relaxing. “It’s all still a little unreal.”“You deserve it,” Roland said, sitting beside her. “You’re changing how we treat the world. That’s… huge.”By nightfall, the ABC evening news ran a special report on the demonstration. Images of the glowing orbs capturing fish played across every screen in the nation. Farmers, fishermen, merchants—everyone talked abo
In New City, she met Minister Rafaela in person.“I’ve heard of your device,” Rafaela said, her tone both professional and maternal, “but I wanted to see the girl behind it. Vara, you’ve not just created a tool—you’ve created a philosophy. Preservation and production. You think like a leader.”Vara blushed furiously.“I just want to keep the sea alive,” she mumbled.“And you will,” Rafaela smiled. “Because from this moment forward, Aeternum will support your work. We’ll help you refine your design. Test it. Scale it. And eventually, mass produce it—for all of Aeternum’s fisheries.”News spread quickly through the village. Parents pointed to their radios in awe. Kids who once teased Vara now bragged about knowing her. Fishermen gathered at the local tavern and replayed the segment on their television screens:“The Magic Net—A Sustainable Fishing Revolution from the Mind of a 15-Year-Old Aeternum Citizen.”Vara’s parents stood at the docks, watching boats go out, knowing that soon, they
“To Roland, the teller of tales and the heart of tomorrow’s dreamers—thank you for preserving our truth in a way our future can carry. I’m proud of you.”Roland stared at the words, the world tilting around him. DJ Skelly slapped him gently on the back—well, as gently as a skeleton could.“You just joined the ranks, kid.”Back in a simple home built on newly fertile land, a rabbit girl named Rina sat with her younger siblings. They laughed and clapped at the scenes on the screen, their little eyes gleaming with wonder.“That’s President Mies!” her little brother squealed. “He was like a hero in a book!”“He is,” Rina said softly, her heart warmed. “And now someone’s telling the story so kids like us will never forget.”Later that night, Roland stood on the rooftop of the ABC building. The city lights of New City stretched out endlessly, pulsing like stars fallen to earth.He felt a hand on his shoulder—Quara Raedrim, her smile gentle.“You did it,” she said.Roland nodded, mist-eyed.