Good news: I transmigrated.
Bad news: This is the Type-Moon world, where Humanity's Order can go wrong at any moment.
Good news: So far, there are no signs of Incineration of Humanity or the bleaching of Humanity's Order.
Bad news: The Chaldea you took over has detected that the history of Humanity's Order is becoming blurred.
Choose:
[Run for it! Bet that my Origin is transmigration] ×
[Become the King of Lostbelts and turn the Lostbelts into anchor pins. This is my Humanity's Order!] √
And so:
[19th century, Far East. The Son of Thunder uses storms to seal the nation. This body is the most noble and sacred in the mortal realm, and should hold supreme authority over all under heaven. This body grants its subjects a dream: an eternity unchanged for a thousand generations.]
[13th century, Middle East. The Mongol cavalry is unstoppable, and Hassan's fearsome reputation is on the verge of collapse. Israfil must sound the horn. People of the world, know this: good and evil will be repaid, and the sword hangs overhead.]
[5th century. The King of Dragons and Elves is born from a dragon's bones. His arm is the key to opening the Inner Sea of the Planet. I will abandon neither humanity nor the Phantasmal Species. From this day forth, fantasy shall walk alongside humanity.]
[■ century...]
The king stood high atop the Tower of Anchors and called out to the traveler who questioned the starlight:
"Final Master from beyond the stars, is it you who dares climb over the mountain of salvation and seize the Humanity's Order of this world?"
