This is the best of times. Wizards, fresh from the Second Wizarding War, have entered their golden age. Countless wizards, aboard floating cities, have embarked on a grand voyage across the astral plane. But this is also the worst of times. The battlefield holds not only victors but also countless corpses fallen before victory. The flames of war have been ignited; no one can remain uninvolved. I am Gawain, an ordinary wizarding apprentice, but deep within my soul lies a scale of truth. As long as the scales are balanced, failed potions can be transformed into successes, incomplete knowledge can be filled in, techniques on paper can be mastered in an instant, and even the flesh and blood of nameless ancient gods can be refined into their essence… In this magnificent era, I will ultimately become the one who leads the way.

Transmigrating to an alien world and becoming a low-class serf, Monroe felt this was a tough start to life. The dilapidated house leaked, the black bread grated on his teeth. Human rights were a thing of the past. Until a translucent, illusory panel popped up before his eyes: [Farming Skill Experience +1] [Current Farming Skill: Beginner (7/1000)]… Countless years later, analyzing gods and demons, nurturing insect swarms, and becoming a narrator, Monroe said: “Now it’s time for the universe to listen to me…” An alien soul, an immortal epic.