Transcendent Dawn

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Looking down from above, one could see the former New Laplace Continent divided into three, surrounded by many islands.

Among the stars-like islands, the Land of the Gods’ War was the most vast.

And terrible storms and other natural disasters constantly covered it, never dissipating.

“Not only that, but the three continents have all grown much larger…”

Su Lu continued to observe.

The three main continents were arranged in a triangular distribution, with the continent at the top mainly consisting of beastmen nations.

Now, without the suppression of magicians, the beastmen began to brutally slaughter the humans, taking revenge for past grudges, quickly leading to the extinction of the pure human race on this land.

As for the continent in the lower left, it was the realm of humans.

At this time, the Nesser Magic Empire collapsed, and coupled with natural and man-made disasters, it degenerated into a city-state phase, struggling desperately to survive in the midst of various calamities.

The continent in the lower right corner was the previously coastal area, where Montiq’s followers lived together with humans and a small number of beastmen, enduring the effects of the disaster.

And scattered among the sparsely distributed islands, there might still be life, even human existence, but degenerating into savages was the best outcome.

“The influence of the divine on the world is profound, permanent…”

As Su Lu looked at all this, he couldn’t help but purse his lips, “Mmm… The collapse of the Magic Net had a deep impact on the world… The base of the Super String Warriors and magicians’ path—the strings—have been destroyed!

These two transcendental paths are probably finished…”

“This world has become unfriendly to humans…”

The appearance of Montiq and the pollution of the Evil God had made the probability of mutation among marine life extremely high.

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Similarly, the land would give birth to many ‘beasts’ and ‘monsters’ due to the leakage of the breath of gods’ wars.

Amidst the severe deterioration of living conditions, humans and beastmen had lost the strength of Super String Warriors and magicians, which was just adding insult to injury.

“The world is fair and just, and does not favor any race… Humans sought to become divine, harming the world, and this is the world’s retaliatory damage…”

Su Lu, as the creator, had nothing much to say about the severely deteriorated living conditions of the races.

After all, these new followers, warmonsters, and beasts… they were also his creations.

“It’s just uncertain what potential they have…”

Su Lu chose to quietly wait.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years passed.

On the continent where humans gathered.

Su Lu walked across the desolate land.

This was a dangerous wasteland, home to mutated warmonsters that had come into contact with some ominous breath.

Some could manipulate fire, some could spew thick fog, and some could even become invisible, all mutated from ordinary species.

At night and in some strange places, even more bizarre monsters would appear.

These were creatures of mixed pollution, possessing the ability to corrupt the minds of humans.

In contrast to them stood humans, unchanged, having lost their transcendental strength, becoming increasingly humble.

Outside a breadfruit tree forest.

The trees here bore fruit rich in starch, which smelled like bread after just a bit of roasting, making for quite a good food source.

Now, the branches of the breadfruit trees were filled with a large amount of fruit, attracting countless scavengers.

They were the humans of the new era, wearing coarse linen clothes, hardly covering their bodies for warmth, their faces darkly stained, with only their eyes shining brightly, staring at the breadfruit forest and salivating.

“Big Sister… I’m hungry!”

Phil swallowed his saliva.

He was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, thin and pale, his eyes fixed on the breadfruit tree forest.

The person he called ‘Big Sister’ was not his real sister but only the leader who had taken him in as an orphan.

Orphans like them were plentiful at the rear gathering points, and without enough food, they might starve to death by the roadside the next day, their bodies to be used for dubious purposes.

“We can’t go now!”

The eldest, in her twenties, thin but with solid muscles on her arms and legs, was not the picture of well-fed health but rather falsely robust, like that of a dock worker with an outward appearance belying an inner frailty.

She chewed on a blade of grass in her mouth, seemingly using it to fend off the gnawing sense of hunger: “See that group of beasts wandering in the woods?

If we all go, encountering them means certain death…”

Within the Breadfruit Woods, a group of white beasts roamed.

They possessed human torsos, wrapped in white cloth strips, resembling dry mummies.

The collapse of the Magic Net had bestowed magic power upon the animals.

However, these mummies were a peculiar type of beast, tainted by the residual contamination of the Gods’ War.

In some ways, they were more difficult to deal with than warmonsters.

Beyond these beasts, there were rumors of strange artifacts appearing on the continent, such as crystal shoes that would make one dance to death or mirrors that could swallow a living person… Items damaged by the leaked ‘Breath’ of Divine beings, further compressing the living space for humanity.

“Tannasa!

Our leader has made a decision: you lot send someone out to distract those beasts!”@@novelbin@@

Groups of scavengers slowly backed down, having been in a standoff for half a day, when two members of the ‘Black Tiger Gang’ and the ‘Skull Society’ came out, grinning viciously at Tannasa and the orphans around her.

Tannasa’s face darkened.

To survive, sacrifices were inevitable, and with her power being the least, she could only bear it in silence.

But with such a large group of beasts, how could one child possibly draw them away?

Three or four wouldn’t be enough!

Phil watched the two opposing sides anxiously.

Though as emaciated as the rest, the ones looking at them were older and had eyes like those of predators looking at their prey, sending shivers down one’s spine.

“We’re leaving!

We’re not getting involved in this.”

After thinking it over, Tannasa made her final decision.

“Big sister…”

Phil felt terrible, looking at his companions who were nearly collapsing.

If they didn’t find anything in the wilderness, someone might starve to death in their group again.

“What else then?

You go or I go?”

Tannasa gave him a sidelong glance, lowering her voice: “All our capable fighters are dead, and the other kids won’t make it either.”

Such was the helpless struggle for survival!

Phil clenched his fists in secrecy.

“It’s not about whether you want to get involved now or not.”

Two spokespeople from the Black Tiger Gang and Skull Society approached with a malevolent grin: “Your group is perfect for drawing away the beasts, so we can seize the chance to get food.”

“You…”

Tannasa drew a small knife, her eyes filled with dangerous intent: “Looking to die?”

To survive in this era, one had to be fierce.

Just as the tension between them was about to erupt, a disturbance suddenly arose from the Breadfruit Woods.

“The beasts…

have been startled!”

Phil turned his head and saw a figure.