No one can precisely pinpoint the moment when deities and demons came into existence, nor can they clearly delineate the emergence of humans and other races.

However, one thing is certain: ever since the world has been graced with the presence of deities, demons, humans, and other races.

The continent of Bis has been divided into two opposing factions,

serving as the most direct manifestation of the struggle between two alliances—war has never ceased to exist.

Apart from the sporadic skirmishes that occur regularly,

every two decades there is a grand spectacle involving millions of participants, known as the War of the Divine and Demonic.

This war, waged in the name of sanctity, justice, and honor, ignites the passion of countless young men and women who have just come of age.

With their hearts filled with brilliant dreams and their emotions still fresh and unripe, they tuck away their youthful feelings.

Though their young faces still bear shy smiles, they march resolutely on the path to the recruitment stations.

The conscription age is set at twenty, with voluntary enlistment allowed from the age of seventeen,

and for the races of the Demonic Alliance, the regulations vary by species.

These are the recruitment standards that all nations within the Demonic Alliance adhere to.

In reality, there is no need for nations to go to great lengths to conscript soldiers.

Under the long-term influence of the teachings of the demon temple priests and the call of glory,

countless young people have already made joining the military their foremost ideal.

They idolize heroes who return from the battlefield in glory, and countless magnificent tales have already captivated them.

Just imagine for a moment... the prospect of their own deeds in single-handedly holding off the enemy forces becoming legendary stories,

that heroic valor can choke them with emotion, leaving them breathless with excitement and anticipation.

Naturally, as the offspring of the Dark Demon Clan, they are under the protection of the Dark Demon King.

Outside a small town within the borders of the Brook Empire, part of the Demonic Alliance.

"Ah—aaaah—" A teenager with golden hair and blue eyes was shouting towards the sky, "It's almost here! I'm going to become a glorious warrior!"

"Keep it down, it's still morning, and you'll wake up the villagers. How would you feel about that?"

Another tall teenager with brown hair kicked his butt, "What warrior? It's the Fighter Corps!"

"What a brute," the kicked teenager lazily rubbed his posterior,

"But isn't it hard to get into the Fighter Corps?I've heard that only the best of the best make it into the Fighter Corps."

"Absolutely! The Fighter Corps is a team with a glorious history, having defeated the Divine Alliance's forces countless times.

It's one of the most prideful teams in our empire!"

"And not only do the fighters in the Corps receive excellent treatment, but they're also allowed to use their preferred weapons,"

the brown-haired teenager said, lifting his head with pride. "Besides that, we can even give ourselves impressive nicknames."