Due to old grudges, the gods fought for authority and believers, and a fierce divine war took place using this world as the battlefield.
The war between gods, both in scale and degree, is unimaginable in the war between mortals.
The earth cracked, floods spread, and the elements were annihilated... Large areas of land turned into scorched earth and a prison of death that would never be released.
Countless lives were easily wiped out, and the fragile mortals did not even have the strength to deal with the gods' creations and dependents, not to mention resisting the gods.
All they can do is pray, long for mercy from the gods, ask for protection from the gods, and then...
die.
Endless death occurs in every corner of the earth.
Finally, repeated disregard and indifference made mortals understand one thing - they are not that important.
Their gods do not care about the death of their followers.
Mortal believers are just toys that are tired of playing with them. It doesn't matter if they are thrown away.
The Lord doesn't care.
Never cared.
Despair finally became the bottomless background of the darkest era.
Natural disasters, plague, hunger, and death became the constant themes of that era.
Under this situation, mortals who are no longer bound by the shackles of faith gradually move towards two extremes.
Some people complied with despair without any resistance, completely indulging their long-buried desires and getting involved in various taboo areas.
They were completely depraved and became another kind of despair itself.
And some people, even in the most desperate moments, never gave up resistance.
Those mortals who were unwilling to give up founded different organizations. They studied and explored the gods' relatives and kept trying.
They use prisoners, slaves, and even themselves and their relatives as guinea pigs, trying to gain power at all costs.
Even some taboo areas are included!
Not crazy, not live.
At that time, no one seemed to be able to tell whether they belonged to light or darkness.
But these people are different from the former, because they have hope in their hearts, even if this hope is too small to see clearly.
Fortunately, they succeeded.
Magic, mana, force, aura...different organizations call this power in different ways, but these details are not a problem.
Because mortals have indeed gained power!
These people became the first awakeners.
It's a pity that the strength they gained is still very weak, their use of power is still superficial, and they are not strong enough to stop the war between gods.
Mortals can still only huddle in the corner.
These organizations have united to resist the dependents of the gods and protect the weaker ordinary people, while continuing to conduct research and waiting hard for the outcome of the war between gods.
However, they did not wait for the final outcome.
Because, suddenly one day, all the gods disappeared.
That day, the whole world fell into silence.
Just like their willful arrival, there was no sign, no oracle or revelation, and the gods collectively fell into a deep sleep.
All the gods disappeared at the same moment and returned to their own kingdoms.
Only a broken piece of land and the remaining remnants of the gods were left, showing the cruel reality of what had happened.
The silence of the world did not last long.
Because although the gods are gone, the hatred that has lasted for hundreds of years will not disappear out of thin air.
Someone has to pay the price!
Under the leadership of a leader, the awakened people who had been dormant under the haze of the gods gathered together and set their sights on the same place.
Mortals pointed their swords at the once aloof apostle of the gods!
The clarion call for counterattack has now sounded.
When the third hundred years came, after decades of division and union, most of the gods' relatives retreated to the kingdom of the gods and could not establish themselves, while the rest could only hide in the mountains and forests and become incompetent.
At this point, mankind has achieved a comprehensive victory.
The war between man and man, the war between gods and gods, the war between man and the gods' dependents, the three hundred years of dark age have come to an end.
The awakened ones created an epic that belongs to mortals and ushered in their own era.
The leading organization that led the awakened people to counterattack at that time was the predecessor of the Watch Society.
The human leader at that time was the first generation Watch Club president.
A legendary figure who found life for mankind in countless desperate situations is a well-deserved hero of mankind.
After that, the organization disbanded, and the surviving humans returned to the ruins of their homeland to re-establish order and continue to develop today.
But the difference is that the awakened ones with extraordinary power do not appear on the surface, but establish their own society.
On the surface, it is a modern society governed by law that Ning Feng is familiar with. There is no trace of extraordinary power and people live their lives normally.
Secretly, the awakened people established various organizations, traded with each other, and silently resisted the erosion of inhuman forces.
The two societies are interdependent and do not interfere with each other.
Of course, the two are not unrelated. Some families and forces have awakened figures behind them.
And some ordinary people who encounter extraordinary events or awaken their talents will also be absorbed to the other side, and Ning Feng was one of them.
Thinking of this, Ning Feng's hand unconsciously stroking the smooth hair on the black cat's back stopped while he was deep in thought. He suddenly understood what Ariana meant.
"Huh? Have you figured it out?"
The purring in his throat stopped, and he half-opened his squinted eyes. The black cat put his head on his paws and said in a tone that said he had not woken up:
"The gods are just a bunch of willful guys."
"God is the source of all miracles."
They bring prosperity, they bring faith, they bring miracles.
"At the same time, gods are also the source of all troubles."
They bring disaster, chaos, and death.
"And the awakened ones are those who try to resist the gods."
"Whether it's a miracle or a disaster, they don't want what others give them, they take it themselves."
Although Ariana's tone did not change, there seemed to be a little more smile in her voice.
"But what's interesting is that no matter how they hide it, the source of their power comes from the gods."
"Everything the awakened ones do is trying to steal the authority of the gods, so they..."
Her eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled. Ariana's tone was full of gloating about the gods' misfortune, and she said word by word:
"They are all blasphemers."
"How interesting! The mortals of the past raised their weapons against the gods and eroded away all their power, but the gods fell into a deep sleep and were unable to resist when faced with blasphemy."
"You said... could there be anything more pleasurable than this?"
Ning Feng was silent. When he recalled that cruel history, he could not feel the same joy as Ariana.
All he had was admiration and sorrow for those martyrs, and disgust for the gods who caused all that.
"Did you know? Actually, there is."
Arianna didn't want to hear an answer. She raised her head while muttering to herself, looked into Ning Feng's eyes, and said slowly: