God of Money: Reincarnated as the Weakest SSS Rank

It was the voice of the Ancient Vampire. It sounded ancient and seemed to carry the mysteries of a distant past.

He stared at them, scrutinizing them.

The position they were in, the fights they had just fought. The cunning displayed and the tricks used.

The madness of the man and the fear in the woman's eyes.

The latter, although she looked at him with a strange desire to eat him alive, carried glimpses of a fear instilled by things of the past in her eyes.

The weapons in their hands were also curious. He had seen them before but did not know them, so he had to be careful with them.

After scrutinizing them for a moment, he spoke again.

"I want to ask you humans a question."

Louis glared at him and raised his pistol, pointing it at his head.

"Normally, we would be the ones asking the questions, but I'm in a good mood today, " he said and smiled. "Go ahead. If I find your question boring, I'll shoot you in the head. We'll see then if you can survive."

The vampire stared at him. "I've seen your gun before... it doesn't scare me." He stated.

"A lot of people aren't afraid until they see death pass over their forehead." Louis replied.

"..."

After a minute of silence, the vampire, still glaring at Louis, spoke.

"Which Era do you long for? What do you wish the world to become?" he asked. "Do you long for the coming of a new Magical Age? Do you wish for the return of the Empire of Art? Or are you believers in the Giant's Prophecy?"

BAM*

A gunshot sound echoed just after this vampire finished speaking.

The bullet flew across the room in a moment and hit the back wall. It did not seek to kill him.

"Too many questions." He spoke. "But they sound interesting to me, so maybe I can answer it." He smiled.

Not only were they interesting, but he might get some information from this place.

He was talking about the Eras that have reigned in this world. There are records of 3 Ages in the last 1 million years, added to the current Era.

However, the current Era is not really recognized as an "Era" of time. There are reasons for this.

That is why each group belonging to one of the Destined Paths tends to yearn for the return of an Era.

Magicians, Sorcerers, and Warlocks long for the return of the Magical Era, the time when they were at their peak, when they ruled across continents and the entire world as if they were kings walking through the backyards of their own homes.

There have been two Magical Ages in history. The first one took place when an ancient organization called the Order of the Magical Commandment stood over the great continents 1 million years ago and started a supreme teaching about magic, and the first Magical Monarchs were born.

They were like Gods on earth. They walked as they pleased over the mountains, yearning for unknown powers that were becoming increasingly visible to them.

The world was a wonderful place for the mages.

But the first God of Magic was born. No one knows the reasons, but with his birth, an era that had lasted more than 100,000 years perished.

The consequences of its fall are felt today, with the loss of valuable magical historical records. Of incredible grimoires.

So, the Order of the Magical Commandment perished, and along with it, went the magician's desire to rule.

Long after the fall of the First Age, the Second Magic Age arrived. This grandiose era looked like it would never be destroyed. It seemed it would never end.

The birth of Gods, the discovery of magic in a deeper way, and the founding of historic families and clans in the world of magic gave birth to the known Nation of Gods.

But... once again, it fell. Seemingly for no reason or for reasons hidden from society. And it fell much faster than the first Magic Age.

The time between its fall and the rise of a new age is unknown, but when the Great Empire of Art was born, the Swordsmen ruled supreme over the mages. They ruled the world.

Great in every way. But... when the Great Continent fell and disappeared, they fell.

That era lasted longer than the 2nd magical era, but less than the first.

With the fall of the swordsmen and the birth of an organization that sought to bring back the Magic Age, a family was born.

Small and not so numerous in its beginnings, but they were so powerful that they have been able to rule from ancient times to the present day.

The Glorious Clan Lockward, who rules over the Land of the Gods.

Rumor has it that they bore a different surname in the beginning, but that is the least of it.

They have shown everyone—mages, warlocks, sorcerers, swordsmen—how the world should be ruled.

They have shown the greatness that an era should enjoy, and they are just a small family.

Still, no one considers this to be a real Age. They just rule. They do not seem interested in advancing humanity.

Therefore, the mages long for the coming of a new Magical Age.

The Swordsmen long for the coming of a new Empire of Art.

And the Martial Artists... only yearn for the coming of a prophecy.

The Prophecy of the Great Age of the Giant.

Will it come or will it remain eternally a mere prophecy?

No one knows.

On the level of advancement of mankind, Louis believes that a Magic Age would be best. The reason is unknown, but magicians were born smarter and accomplished more things in that era. They reach greater heights and break their shackles.

But what Era does he long for?

For him, his answer is clear.

He smiled softly.

"Magicians yearn for their magic. Swordsmen their Art. Monks long for their greatness, and Armamentalists long for growth. But I..."

"I am different. I only long for the Greatness of Money. Human Gods, Spiritual Gods, invented Gods... I don't care about them all. Someday Money will be above you all."

His words echoed loudly in the room, as if the words themselves avoided leaving. They wanted to stay inside, bouncing back and forth.

Crossing the ears of unbelievers and redarguing in their thoughts.