Suddenly, powerful beings and gods across the world felt a disturbance in the very fabric of the world's origin. They all knew that something monumental had occurred—something that could signify the birth of new gods, the invasion of evil outer gods, or some other unknown change. Mages of great power immediately reported this shift to their respective country leaders, while popes from various churches received divine revelations from their gods, urging them to investigate the cause of this upheaval. That day, the world was thrown into chaos: deserts experienced heavy rains, fertile regions were struck by famine, storms raged, droughts parched the land, floods submerged cities, earthquakes shook the earth, and volcanic eruptions spewed ash into the skies. Natural disasters of every kind ravaged the globe.
At the same time, a strange phenomenon unfolded in the heavens. Clouds of various colors swirled and mixed, expanding and contracting in a mesmerizing dance. From another dimension, a lone soul drifted toward these shifting clouds. The colorful clouds expanded rapidly, covering the entire world in an instant, only to suddenly retract and condense into a single, dense point. This point then collapsed, forming a small, dark world about 100 meters in size. The world was dominated by a dark plateau, with a small, dark sun hanging in the sky, emitting a faint silver light that illuminated the barren landscape.
Michael, whose soul had been floating aimlessly, awoke to find himself in this strange, dark world. Confused, he muttered, "Huh? What is this place? Why is my vision so elevated? It feels like this entire place is... my body. Am I still dreaming?" He assumed that if he closed his eyes, he would wake up in the hospital, where he had been admitted due to severe chest pains.
He closed his eyes and focused on waking up, hoping to return to his body. When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a splitting headache and blurred vision. As his vision cleared, he realized he was lying in what appeared to be a carriage. A woman in her thirties, dressed in a maid's uniform reminiscent of classic noble films, sat beside him, her face filled with relief as she saw him wake. On the other side sat an older man, around 55 years old, wearing bloodstained leather armor and holding a bloodied blade. The man wiped tears from his eyes, visibly shaken. Michael, still disoriented, clutched his head and groaned in pain.
The maid, startled by his cry, asked in a panicked voice, "Are you all right, my lord?" The older man also looked deeply concerned. As the headache began to subside, Michael realized he could understand their language, though it was unfamiliar to him. Instinctively, he replied, "I am fine," and to his surprise, the words came out in their language.
When the pain lessened, Michael felt a wet cloth wrapped around his head. He touched it and realized it was soaked in blood. He glanced around the carriage and saw guards standing outside, shielding it from the heavy rain and wind. Beyond them, he noticed several lifeless bodies lying on the ground, their blood staining the earth. The grim scene convinced him that this was no prank or elaborate act. He had somehow been transported to another world, likely through transmigration, as depicted in the novels, anime, and movies he had once enjoyed. He deduced that his previous life had ended due to the heart condition that had plagued him.
Further observation suggested that he had taken over the body of someone wealthy or noble, and the world seemed to be in a medieval-like era. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that life as a commoner in such times was harsh, often akin to slavery or imprisonment. However, before he could process more, the world spun around him, and he fainted once more.
It's have been a week since michael had transmigrated, this body has the same name he had in his previous, may be law of transmigration or fate is working here.
Michael is sitting in the study room filled with books, a desk, and chairs. He sat deep in thought, trying to make sense of his situation. He glanced out the window and saw no skyscrapers, no concrete jungles, no sounds of vehicles, no pollution—only an endless forest stretching to the horizon and a clear, unpolluted sky. It was still hard for him to believe that transmigration had truly happened to him.
During that time, he had gathered basic information from the maid and guards who had been with him in the carriage. This world was called Tellus, ruled by five powerful empires with smaller nations surviving in the cracks between them. Constant friction and wars plagued the land. The world was home to a variety of species, including humans, elves, dwarves, beastmen, goblins, dragons, titans, mermaids, and more, though humans were the majority. This was the Fourth Era, a time when all races coexisted, albeit uneasily. The Third Era had been marked by endless wars between races, each vying for dominance, until the invasion of evil gods from the outer domains brought that era to an end.
Michael also learned that this world was filled with extraordinary powers. Knights and mages were the mainstream power systems, widely recognized and respected. However, there were other unique and extraordinary professions as well. For instance, **God's Clerks** derived their power directly from the deities they served, acting as conduits for divine will. There were also individuals who fused with powerful animals, gaining their strength and abilities through a mysterious bond. On the darker side, **Evil God Lackeys** obtained their power by serving evil gods from the outer realms, often at great personal cost.
Most strikingly, Michael discovered that the gods of this world were not merely symbolic or spiritual entities—they were real, tangible beings who walked among mortals. They influenced the world directly, shaping its events and bestowing power upon their followers. This revelation added a layer of complexity to the world, as the presence of gods meant that divine intervention was not just a possibility but a constant reality.