"Disboard, six thousand years ago..."
Roland gradually understood why the world was in such chaos.
Before the birth of the One True God named Tet, in a history so distant that later generations no longer knew it, there had been a period when the unrestrained Old Deus slaughtered one another to claim that throne.
No one clearly remembered what had caused this great war, or when it had begun.
But in a world already reduced to a battlefield, every life other than the Old Deus could only struggle to survive. No, even the lofty Old Deus could no longer escape this vortex.
Because before the Star Cup, which could rule everything, whether you possessed any desires did not matter at all. What mattered was whether you posed a threat.
With their differing abilities and strengths, only these fifteen races had survived the prolonged war.
Some were weapons of war left behind by Old Deus who had long since died, but more were Familias the Old Deus had created to help them contend for supremacy.
Yes, just as in DanMachi, Familias existed in this world too. But unlike the games of house in DanMachi, where all manner of patron gods meant differences in both management and fighting strength, the Familias here shared one thing in common.
They all bore something of the nature of weapons. This was not because every Old Deus desired battle and supremacy, but because, like the A-rays or Knights born from humanity's refusal to perish in Type-Moon's Land of Steel, this was a trait necessary for surviving reality.
In order to survive in a world so devastated, races without strength had long since become dust, without even a record remaining.
The mere mention of over seven hundred ancient languages in one tiny glimpse of the original story