1,000 years ago... The Earth was convulsed and transformed into a far more perilous realm. The planet doubled in size, but portals abruptly appeared before humanity, reducing their numbers to just 40% of the original population. Hope seemed nearly extinguished. Yet, they were given one last chance at survival: a System introduced to all, enabling them to evolve and grow stronger.
A hero emerged, slaying all the monsters that poured from the portals. She was bestowed the title "The Primordial Goddess of Death." No one knew her face or name; all they remembered was her dazzling black hair dancing in the wind as she dispatched the monsters, her scythe dripping with blood.
Since then, 1,000 years have passed, and new heroes have arisen thanks to a prestigious school that trains aspiring heroes like "The Primordial Goddess of Death."
"Ahhh... I'm bored out of my mind. Should I go back to one of my academies and teach?"
A.N. Sorry for any inconvenience. I might add romance to the story, probably in the middle part.
Cover art is not mine. If the artist wants me to remove it, they can message me.
