Prologue

Their ship was drifting through the water, the spume crashing against it. Nitak couldn't see any piece of land in the distance. Nothing but cold blue water was surrounding them. In front of Nitaks feet, he could see a huge chest, which he opened with the key he was holding in his hands. Once it was opened, a light blinded him, until he recognized that the chest was filled with shining gold. His hand reached out to grab some of it, when he suddenly felt a murderous pain in his chest, where his heart was. He looked down and saw a knife darting out of his chest. He collapsed and lost consciousness, before a glowing yellow Number shoved itself into his vision, a huge 81. Something about this Number touched Nitaks very soul, it wanted to tell him something, tell him that...

Nitak woke up, sweating and panting hard like every of the last nights. This dream he had, it returned every single night. It was always the same, from the ship until the Number 81. He had no idea what that Number meant, what that entire dream meant, but if a dream returned like this and scared him like this, it had to have a meaning.

A look outside the window of his chamber told Nitak that it was almost time to get up. The black sun was already rising upon the deep red sky. The hard battled dimensional border with the Astral World shining threatening blue in the distance. A brand new day for him in the Barian World.

He put on his armor and took a look into the mirror of his room. He was always curious why every Barian did look unique. Of course, they were similarities, among the family, but if he looked at the other six Emperors, he couldn't notice anything they had in common. Nitak himself had light brown skin and spiky golden hair. His armor, being dark brown, consisted of a simple chest plate and leg shields. The D-Pad he always wore on his wrist for emergency was shaped like a boulder.

He heard a knock on his door, what signed to him that it was time to go to the meeting. It was really difficult being a member of the Seven Barian Emperors these days. The war with the Astral World was not going well for the Barian World, the enemy had already taken the first miles of land behind the radiant blue border.

Nitak did never knew why exactly he became a Barian Emperor. He had never done anything special to archive this, he merely lived here, until Meza, the second in command among the Barian Emperors recruited him. As he asked him why, Meza just told him that he did by the order of Lord Telgu, Leader of the Barian and holder of 'Number 101: Miracle Magician'. In reality, Nitak never felt like belonging to the other emperors, except in that one moment he created his own Number 107.

The meeting room was coming in his reach. The Astral Soldiers and their concept of never-ending Rank-Up must have made another attack last night. Along with the Seven Barian Emperors, the Barian Army was always able to deflect the attacks until now, however, any attacks they did were deflected too. The only troubling thing was that, up till now, Lord Eliphas of the Astral World hasn't shown his face on the battlefield. That was what worried Telgu the most, causing him to sent more and more scouts to the Astral World, to find out what Eliphas was planning. Until now, no one of them returned.

Nitak sighted. This war with the Astral World was running for so long now, none of the participants still knew why they were fighting. He once asked Telgu about it, but he said that it started long ago, even before the times and Nasch and Durbe. The only one who could know why it started may be Eliphas, but none of the Barians could ask him for reason.

With this last thought, he pushed the heavy doors of the meeting room open, where Telgu, Meza, Intaka, Belle, Saphon and Malin were already waiting for him.

Well, that is it for the prologue. First of all, I think I am freezing the writing on both 'World Twists' and 'Neo Duelist Kingdom'. Well, I think I am keeping 'The Neglected Ones' warm for me, since it is good to get out side stories and stuff. But for the other two: I don't have the motivation to finish them anymore. Mostly because of a problem I caused all on my own: I gave every character a deck consisting of nothing but self-made Archetype cards. I don't know if this is also a problem for other Writers, but I realized that it makes writing really difficult for me. So, for this story I PROMISE, that I won't use complete author-made decks anymore and use OCG/TCG cards instead. Seriously. Also, sorry to Numbershooter, as I agreed to use an OC of him in 'Neo Duelist Kingdom'. It don't look like she's going to appear, through.

Honestly, I think I am going to have such Writing Barriers with this story too, so please, if you think that the last update has taken to long just kick my a** and PM me until I post a new one.

*Sighs*. Enough about me. Now to the story:

Well, set in an alternate Timeline, in which the Earth go never involved into the interdimensional war. With a whole different set of Barian Emperors and their Over-Hundred Numbers. (I know, they were called 'Number 10X' in the effect of 'The Seventh One', but seriously, why stop calling them Over-Hundred Numbers?) On that occasion, no, I'm not giving you the stats of 'Number 101: Miracle Magician' yet. Don't be silly.

Nitak is kind of the protagonist of this story. I've written 'kind of' since every one of the Barian Emperors will have his own storyline. Yes, I'm also including the legendary Numbers and the Past Life thing in this story. Yes, Nitak was a Pirate in his past Life. Yes, he was murdered by his own man. No, I'm not going to explain the 81, because seriously, that must be self-explaining.

The thing with Nitak having Number 107 is that I made the Over-Hundred Numbers corresponded to the Emperors Rank. Telgu has 101, Meza who is the second-in-command has 102, I think you can think of the rest.

So, bye guys, until the next chapter of this.