"As I feel my body withering and abandoning this world as the days passes, each day faster than the previous, I decided to write my memories so the future generations might grow even stronger than I did.."

The preacher's voice reverberated through the amphiteater as he imparted the matinal lesson to anyone who was patient enough to stop and listen to his speech.

Every day started with the same paragraph, however the content of the following lines changed everyday, covering a broad array of contents, from blacksmithing to the Arrival Myth, from pharmacy to cultivation, in order to attent to every Newman who worked to improve our lives in Thousand Swords City.

"As today marks the first day of the year" continued Preacher Yan "we shall remember that the first couple trasmigrated into the world of Terra sixty-nine centuries ago, arriving in a strange world as Humans, coming from a place they themselves had destroyed, and received the way to escape through the blessing of the goddess Moirai.."

... Alright, let me take over, that's the same old story, some guys came from a place occupied by toxicity and pollution, and decided to take home here. Their bodies changed due to the spiritual energy present here and made us able to cultivate our spirits and grow stronger. The problem is: they needed that strength to survive, the original inhabitants of this world, the Beastmen and the Elves were waging war with each other, and they weren't pleased by seeing the resurgence of another race in the dispute for resources.

As the war raged on, many lives were lost and finally the continent was divided in three main regions, the north passed on to us, the southeastern region was owned by the Elves and the southwestern was owned by the Beastmen. And the races lived in isolation from each other, in a non-contact treaty for more than two-thousand years.

Yet, everything changed when the Souless attacked, monsters devoid of soul, evil being ressurged from the depths of nightmares, capable of converting the dead in their own soldiers started to spawn in various points across the continent and organise themselves to takeover every single being.

The three races united themselves to share techniques and methods, to form a united front to expell the Souless, under the name of the goddess Moirai. And they succeeded. At least that's what the myth says. However, war brought expenses, and expenses brought peace, peace brought enmity and the races were divided once again. It has been more than two thousand years since the last report of a Elf, some even believe the reports themselves are but a myth.

"As today is an auspicious day, the first day of the year, we shall invite all of those younglings whom reach mature age this year to pass The Provation and achieve adulthood. Soon the days of Provation will arrive"

As Preacher Yan finished his speech and informed the people of the Test every citizen must undergo after a certain age, I feel his gaze fall upon me, although quickly, as he was scanning in order to identify every other person who was supposed to participate.

As he dismissed us all, I finally pickup myself, stretching my legs and back, feeling the heat of the Sun upon my shoulders, today's speech marks the beginning of a new academical year.

Little did I know it also marked the begging of my adventure