A group of individuals at the pinnacle of power silently toiled for the same goal, through millennia, unwavering unto death. He came from another world, a necessary instrument for their goal's fruition. Subjected to disdain, he tasted the vicissitudes of life, only to realize it was all a scheme. Is he their young master, or merely a pawn in their game? What exactly transpired a hundred thousand years ago? In a world of battle aura and magic, why does only battle aura remain? What is the connection between battle aura and magic? Dazzling beauties, tumultuous battles, an unparalleled splendor-all in the usurpation of the divine!