Dao Realm

When I was a child, before I closed my eyes, my parents would always tell me stories of how our era was born. The last era was golden and war inevitably came, spreading chaos through the world.

The mysterious Eden sought that peace would return to the realm, and planted The Realm Tree. The seed of the realm tree bloomed, and the world was silenced. Death energy was birthed from the will to feed the tree, and with it came peace.

For a time, the wars stop, and the world gathered together to solve the corrosion of the death energy that flooded the world. After that, Eden became the greatest villain of the last era and the enemy of the world.

A year following the appearance of death energy, the world faced the greatest plague of an era. The terrifying plague clung to the earth, and the golden era met its greatest foe, The spirited, and its army of the dead.

The war with the spirited lasted as long as it took the realm tree to grow, a hundred years. The day the tree fully grew, the world brightened and the stifling death energy turned into mystical life energy.

The realm tree spread the seeds of life across the world and opened the system to the survivors. The realm pushed back the spirited under the suppression of life energy and destroyed the army of the dead.

Many organizations grew with the realm tree, including the mysterious Eden, the merchant's league, the hero's guild, the crown college, and the sea of clouds.

The sword clan was a part of the sea of clouds and lived in the coastal city, sea cloud city. The founder of the sword clan was my great grandfather, and when he was a first-generation user of the system.

When my great grandfather first used the system, he received a very rare inheritance-type gift. The gift would pass down unto the first descendent of his third generation once they reached sixteen and officially accessed the system.

Ever since I was young, everyone around me told me that greatness awaited me and that my success had already been determined from birth. Tomorrow is the day that I turn sixteen, and the system will fully be opened to me.

Finally, I'll be able to use the magical system!

Finally, I will receive my inheritance and witness the new era!!

Finally, I can get revenge and kill those traitors!!!

Even though his parents told him the stories of the new era as a child, he didn't need them to tell him the stories of the last era. In fact, he knew those stories all too well.

Whenever he thought of those memories buried deep in his soul, his heart would hurt and his head would throb. Before he was the successor of the sword clan, he had a world shaking identity.

In the last era, one man roamed the earth and wreaked havoc against the hordes of the dead under the name of Nash. Nash was named the first hero and led the world during the final battle. Not much was known about the final battle, or why the first hero Nash disappeared after the battle.

Others might not know, but he knew. After all, he was Nash, and Nash was he. He could still remember the scene of that battle, countless members of the alliance fought against the spirited and the army of the dead.

Under the massive base of the realm tree, Nash laid down against the trunk. A breath of life was still left in his body, and he was staring at the tree blankly. A beautiful figure wept next to him and clung to his body, while another two figures stood opposite her.

Nash stared at the figure standing above him with sadness, the pride and hate that appeared on the figure's face irked him very much. That and the look of happiness on the face of the person who stabbed him in the back standing behind that figure.

They both looked at him with dead eyes as they watched him bleed out. Nash looked at the crying figure next to him and inwardly sighed, promising revenge in the next life.

He had been betrayed by his best friend and was backstabbed by a despicable fellow. Recalling the scene in his memories, his head started to throb once again.

He could never fully remember the end of the scene, however, he had indeed been reborn. On the day he turned ten and regained his memories of the past, he swore a promise.

"I shall once again make this my era and avenge my heroic soul. I promise this in my name of the new era, Miles Sword!"