Dawn Of Legend:Rise Of An Extra

A notebook was flipped and an old man with dark bluish eyes locked onto four thick books which he had written throughout his whole life.

Each notebook contained vivid descriptions of historical records of the phases which the world had gone through since its creation.

Book one, The Era Of Creation.

It was said that a limitless space filled with nothingness went on for an unknown period.

No one knows how a speck of light was born in the vast space of endless void that took the shape of an existence that was later referred to as The God.

The omniscient and omnipresent God.

It was said that fleeting through the vast and empty place gave him a sense of forlornness and boredom which led him to do something that changed the vast void.

That begins the Era Of Creation.

He pulled out his eyes to dispel the darkness.

One became the Sun which lighted the world during the day and the other one became the moon which shared a tiny amount of light at night to stop the world from descending into total darkness.

His sweat formed vast water bodies.

His body parts gave the world its shape and the contents of the blood gave birth to various kinds of beings who gained sentiment and started to evolve to turn into the current living organism inhabitants of the world.

No one knows whether this was true or some sort of myth or superstition.

However, the search for the truth never ceased.

Book two, The Era Of Progression.

After creation came progression.

The primordial living beings that came to life faced a series of crises and catastrophes.

The natural calamities forced living things to change and evolve their thinking.

When living beings that were created faced the risk of extinction, Gods and Goddess materialized who inherited the Creator's knowledge and guided the living beings into salvation.

It was during this period that the use of mana to strengthen the body and various arts and crafts for survival started to blossom.

By the end of the era, supported by different gods, various factions rose that formed settlements giving rise to various types of civilization.

Demons who were imbued with strong physiques backed by the Demon God.

Elves who were born with great natural affinities and superior mana control and worshipped Mother Nature.

Dwarves who had inherited the knowledge of crafting became excellent in craftsmanship under the Goddess Of Wisdom and God Of Blacksmith help.

Humans who might look weakest among the bunch but had the greatest potential to develop quickly among others were also supported by various Gods and Goddesses and were especially under Goddess Rebecca's protection, who is considered one of the Strongest Gods.

There were various other great species like Dragons which almost became extinct due to their low birth rate, Vampires which are subspecies of Humans and Demons, Orcs, beastman having the characteristic of both human and beast, and various kinds of monster species.

Everything was proceeding smoothly however rapid progress led to clashes of beliefs and ideologies.

But more than that there was a clash of greed.

Greed and arrogance often cause one to lose sight.

Ambition to challenge the Gods and Goddesses and become one to rule the world ran amok in everyone.

And this began the third Era, The Era Of Conquest.

Before challenging Gods, every species tried to hoard all the resources by plundering, killing, and massacring each other.

Occasional fights broke out between nations.

Some fights even disrupted reality while some even changed the landscape of the whole world.

In the end, the final clash was between the allied forces of Humans, Elves, and Dwarves and the coalition of Demons and other monster species.

It would be wrong if one accuses Demon of all this, as everyone was responsible for this.

It is always the survival of fittest and strength was what matters the most, so each species had its right to fight for the resources, however, The Demon King took things a bit far and committed a taboo.

It was said, the Demon King received help from the Demon God or an unknown source which boosted his power which was quite weird as he was the one who wanted to throw away the Gods more than anyone else.

Both sides were equally matched and the outcome was left in the hands of the Demon King and Martial Saint who was chosen as the hero by the Goddess to stop all this farce.

The end battle brought forth a terrific disaster causing the world to split into two realms forming planes one after another.

Due to this another bizarre phenomenon occurred.

The appearance of Dungeons.

The mini pocket dimension that seems to be the whole world in itself starts to appear abruptly.

The world which had not even recovered from the crisis of war faced another unprecedented scenario.

Dungeons appeared out of nowhere and monsters broke out from them and slaughtered everyone in sight.

And the bunch which bore the brunt of this misfortune were unawakened.

Not everyone was born with the ability to sense and manipulate mana.

And the ability to awaken was quite low in humans compared to other species.

Even if you become awakened it is difficult to procure means and resources.

On top of that humans faced severe limiting factors due to the aspect of bloodlines.

And this led to the beginning of people's search for ways to protect themselves which led to the fourth Era.

Book Four, The Era Of Technology.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

It was a quote by a famous scientist who began reformation and revolution by developing safety gears and gadgets.

Transportation was invented to travel long distances, and telegrams and later telephones were invented to send statements immediately.

Gears, guns, cannons, and artillery were made which provided common people with a chance to protect themselves from low-level dangers.

Rapid development through years of research from all around finally stabilized the situation giving people without powers the fresh air of relief.

Although all these were useless in face of true powers still their importance cannot be ignored.

The advancement of technology also helped the awakened who form the backbone of society like an alchemist, blacksmiths, informants, and mostly the doctors and surgeons who treat people that cannot afford potions or healing magic from the Church.

With the Demon realm being separated, the Martial Saint dedicated his remaining for everyone's betterment, ambitious people who try to defy Gods were cut short and peace was finally restored in the whole world.

However, this was where an anomaly appeared.

The old man's blue eyes looked at four stacks of books and looked at the current book.

The book represents the Current Era and it should be named as Era Of Peace.

However, due to some reason, he was not able to.

Instead of a pen, his hand held a classical feather quill.

The quill looked quite ordinary but if observed closely one could notice a faint golden shine on the feather top of it which was emanating a mystical feeling.

The quill was a plucked feather of the highest-ranking angel.

It was a sacred artifact where the user would get the knowledge of the past, present and future to narrate the event and glimpse a part of fate.

This was a Legendary rank artifact.

However, he could only access the information which was allowed by the world, it cannot help him discern something taboo or forbidden by The Gods.

The ink used for this was the user's life itself.

And according to the quill, the name of the current Era is Calamity.

Currently, there had been only two pages with nothing worthwhile, and no matter how hard he tried this quill never moved again after starting two pages.

There was only a single line that interested him before, which was.

The Legendary Spearman had been born.

The person who would change the perspective of battle weapons would stand at the forefront to face calamity.

But since he had lost his interest in fights and battle it did not rouse his interest.

However, the word calamity was a matter of concern for him. Although he had been in seclusion, he still needed to fulfill his role.

He was dying of curiosity to know what was going to happen.

Every day he would hold the quill and press it on the paper but nothing would happen.

But today when he held it, the quill started to twirl in the air and vibrate rapidly.

It was a sign of some major occurrence that was going to happen.

After his life was sucked in by the quill, like being controlled by invisible strings of fate, the quill finally moved.

Countless strings of fate had intertwined and the future had become murky suddenly.

The world needs him.

However, it does not permit his existence.

Death would always look for him.

If he dies, the world's existence might be in peril….

However, if he manages to survive, they will face calamity...

The quill stopped writing however the hands holding it trembled.

His eyes opened wide and a tingling ominous sensation was followed by thousands of whispers that echoed in his brain.

A severe backlash hit him causing him to cough blood.

Cough...Cough...Cough...

He stood up and wiped out the blood from his lips and stared at the words with disbelief.

In all his life, he had never seen confusing words like this.

Rather than an event of history, it looked more like a vague prophecy.

"Who is this person?"

"What calamity is the world going to face and who are they referred to?"

"And what are these contradictory statements?"

"The world needs him but it can not tolerate its existence."

"Something had happened. The Providence of the world seemed to have been twisted."

"But how did this happen, who caused this?"

He repeated the sentence and dug deep trying to understand the profound meaning and wisdom behind the words.

Unable to understand any, he just looked outside the window which was filled with heavy white mist, and muttered.

"Ohh Goddess, just what awaits for the poor lambs of this world?"