As the threads of civilization snapped amid the turning of the ages, [Ge], the professional symbols that carried culture and the transmission of life, along with the chalk dust in teachers’ hands and the stethoscopes around doctors’ necks, vanished into the dust of the “Era of Lost [Ge].”
People forgot how knowledge was passed on and how illness should be fought. Only the desolation beneath the rupture remained, spreading through the years.
Then, one day, a summons that crossed time and space pulled the protagonist from an ancient era into this lifeless world.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a world supported by only a handful of [Ge], where even the word “inheritance” was nearly forgotten.
His arrival was like a spark falling into dry grass. The shadowy figures behind him gradually came into focus: teachers lecturing with books in hand, doctors rushing to save lives with their instruments, and countless incarnations of [Ge] who had once illuminated civilization, now slowly emerging in his footsteps.
This time, he would not passively wait for salvation. He would become the torch himself, reigniting the flame of “Ge” above the rupture, so that the lost glory of those professions could once again shine upon the world.
In this age, culture has fractured, and the world has lost its [Ge].
In this new age, I will raise the torch and bestow [Ge].
