[Western Fantasy + Weirdness + Cthulhu]
In the gray and white world, the bacteria are torn out of the cocoon, and there may be thousands of faces, but they are all decadent and dead!
Crossing the continent to become a member of a small clan, awakening as a savior, and being told to save the world?
But where does this world need to be saved?
Geniuses who have never appeared in thousands of years gather together in the same era.
He follows the rise of the new emperor, inherits the legacy left by ordinary mages, fights with the brave men who return from death, and faces the golden age of orcs led by the demon king of Yongzheng...
Are powerful supporting characters destined for that grand death?
If we are not the protagonist, then everything we do has no meaning?
Ps: This is a prequel to the next book. It is a writing practice and is used to improve the world view. The curse in the first chapter of the book should not be taken seriously. It does not mean to curse any readers.
