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.

[Western Fantasy + Wizarding + A Little Bit of Everything] In the wizarding world, truth reigns supreme. Victor Clement wakes up to find himself not only a subjugated slave but also a hopeless, talentless apprentice. Faced with a massive debt a week from now, Victor racks his brains. Fortunately, he awakens a proficiency panel—everything in the world has its limits; effort always pays off. [Basic Material Separation] Lv.MAX → [Deconstruction of All Things]: With this strike, even gods will be dismantled into raw materials. [Basic Meditation] Lv.MAX → [Void Devouring]: Poor talent? Then I'll drain the magic from the entire plane. [Lesser Fireball] Lv.MAX → [Stellar Fall]: Call me Wizard Lord? Call me the Titan of Truth. ...Years later, when Victor raises his scepter, casting shadows over the heavens and planes, he still maintains...