Spellmaster

Alcala Continent.

Light and Darkness alternated, whilst civilization and the wild co-existed with each other.

After the bell for the new generation rang, and the remains of the old generation still stubbornly stood rooted to the land.

Whilst technology was progressively advancing, terrifying things that were unimaginable to an ordinary person continued to lurk in the darkness. Only the Demon Hunters amongst humankind could fight against them.

…

Many memory fragments and pieces surfaced and were absorbed by Fang Yuan after being reorganized.

After who-knows-how-long, his eyelids fluttered open as he woke up.

He took in the pale yellow ceiling that had patches of mold. The mattress and blanket that he that was wrapped in and surrounded by, smelled of wine but were still soft and warm.

To his body which had slept on the hard ground and laid his head on a large sword, numerous times, there was no doubt that this was heaven.