The gods, due to old grudges, fought fiercely for power and followers, igniting a brutal divine war that used this world as their battlefield.
The war between gods, in terms of both scale and extent, is unimaginable to wars fought by mortals.
The earth cracked, floods spread, elements were annihilated... Vast swathes of land turned into scorched earth and an eternally sealed prison of death.
Countless lives were easily wiped out. Fragile mortals had no power to resist the gods, let alone deal with their creations and followers.
All they could do was pray, yearning for divine mercy, begging for divine protection, and then...
die.
Endless death occurs in every corner of the earth.
Finally, the repeated ignoring and indifference made ordinary people realize one thing—they weren't that important.
Their god does not care about the deaths of his followers.
Ordinary believers are nothing more than toys that have been played with until they are tired of them, and it doesn't matter if they are thrown away.
The Lord doesn't care.
I never cared.
Despair ultimately became the unfathomable undertone of that darkest era.
Natural disasters, plagues, famine, and death were the constant themes of that era.
Under these circumstances, ordinary people, no longer bound by the shackles of faith, gradually went to two extremes.
Some people succumbed to despair without resistance, indulging their long-buried desires and venturing into all sorts of forbidden areas.
Having fallen into utter depravity, they became another form of despair itself.
Another group of people never gave up resisting, even in their most desperate moments.
Those mortals who refused to give up founded different organizations, and they studied and explored the divine beings, constantly making attempts.
They used prisoners, slaves, and even themselves and their loved ones as test subjects, paying any price to try to gain power.
It even includes some taboo areas!
One cannot truly live without being obsessed.
At that time, it seemed that no one could say for sure whether they belonged to the light or the darkness.
But these people are different from the former, because they hold hope in their hearts, even if that hope is so small that it is invisible.
Fortunately, they succeeded.
Magic, Mana, Force, Aura... Different organizations refer to this power in different ways, but these details are not the problem.
Because mortals truly gained power!
These people became the first awakened ones.
Unfortunately, the power they gained was still very weak, and their application of that power was still very rudimentary; they were not powerful enough to stop the war of the gods.
Ordinary people can only huddle in the corner.
These organizations united to defend against the followers of the gods, protect the weaker ordinary people, and continue their research, patiently awaiting the outcome of the divine war.
However, they did not live to see the final outcome.
Because, suddenly one day, all the gods disappeared.
That day, the whole world fell silent.
Just as their arrival was capricious, without any warning, divine pronouncements, or revelations, the gods collectively fell into a deep slumber.
All the gods disappeared at the same moment and returned to their own divine kingdoms.
Only a desolate land and the remaining spirits and their remnants remain, testifying to the cruel reality that once unfolded.
The world's silence did not last long.
Although the gods are no longer here, this hatred that has lasted for hundreds of years will not simply disappear.
Someone always has to pay the price!
Under the leadership of a leader, the awakened ones who had been lying dormant under the shadow of the gods gathered together and turned their attention to the same place.
Mortals turned their weapons against the once high and mighty divine apostles!
The clarion call for the counterattack has now been sounded.
When the third century arrived, after decades of division and reunification, the vast majority of the divine beings retreated to the realm of the gods and secluded themselves, while the rest could only hide in the mountains and forests and no longer posed a threat.
Thus, humanity achieved a complete victory.
The war between humans, the war between gods, and the war between humans and their divine relatives—the dark age that lasted for three hundred years—has come to an end.
The awakened ones created an epic belonging to mortals and ushered in their own era.
The leading organization that spearheaded the Awakened's counterattack was the predecessor of the Watchers.
The human leader at that time was the first leader of the Watchers.
A legendary figure who found a way to survive for humanity in countless desperate situations is a true hero of mankind.
After that, the organization disbanded, and the surviving humans returned to the ruins of their homeland to rebuild order, which has continued to develop to this day.
However, unlike them, the awakened ones with extraordinary powers do not appear in the open, but instead establish their own society.
On the surface, it is a modern society governed by the rule of law that Ning Feng is familiar with, with no trace of extraordinary power, and people are living normal lives.
Secretly, the awakened ones formed various organizations, traded with each other, and silently resisted the erosion of inhuman forces.
The two societies are interdependent, yet do not interfere with each other.
Of course, the two are not entirely unrelated; some families and forces have Awakened Ones behind them.
Ordinary people who encounter extraordinary events or awaken their talents will also be absorbed into the other side; Ning Feng was one of them.
Thinking of this, Ning Feng stopped stroking the smooth fur on the black cat's back, lost in thought. He suddenly understood what Ariana meant.
"Hmm? You've figured it out?"
The purring stopped, and the black cat, its eyes half-open, rested its head on its paws and spoke in a sleepy tone:
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