High Martial: The World Forgot Its Myths, but I Remember

At the awakening ceremony.

The school's most useless F-rank talent called out a name.

Countless people laughed.

Countless people forgot.

Only he remembered.

“The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.”

The testing pillar shattered in two on the spot.

The world's myths had all been erased.

The divine statues had no faces, the ancient books had no words, and the legends were reduced to fragments.

No one knew who the monkey with the staff was, who the child riding the fiery wheels was, or who the general with a third eye and a black hound was.

But he hadn't forgotten.

Sun Wukong, Nezha, Yang Jian, Hou Yi...

One by one, the names erased from the world were called back into the human realm by him.

Then, inside a forbidden zone of myth, he discovered a bloodstained stone tablet.

It bore just one line:

It wasn't that all living beings had forgotten the gods. The gods had erased themselves with their own hands.