World of Mist Whispers: Luck Comes First

It was a real era. The primitive gods woke up from chaos. Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—they are the skeleton of the world. They need tools. Thus, the angel was born. It is the right hand of God. In the early stage of the Realm, humans stood at the top of the world, with beasts crawling under their feet, and robots as tools. It was the golden age of mankind. The angel has arrived. They are just "helpers". Lend a helping hand in times of war, and come to the temple during times of plague. Humans were grateful, the beasts bowed their heads, and the angels smiled, treating them like ignorant children. When the first angel raised his butcher's knife, Those were the darkest years in Jingyuan's history. The angel's butcher knife fell. No one resists. To resist an angel is to resist a god. The God of Emotions opens his eyes. There were so many emotions that they were about to burst His Godhead. Anger. Fear. Unwilling to do so. And the strongest one - hate. He lowered his head and saw the man kneeling. The God of Emotions sows the seeds. The seeds fell on desperate people, on angry people, on those who would rather die than kneel down, and a flower named "Superpower" bloomed. They are not the favored children of divine favor. Because that is the power gained in exchange for emotions - equal gains and losses. But they don't care. The original god chooses his descendants through inheritance Superpowers and elementals, two different sources of power, stand side by side on this land. They just happen to have a common enemy. One is a knife bought with pain, and the other is a sword born to be held in one's hand. Knives and swords are different after all. This era is coming to an end. The name of the new era is "Jingyuan".