The drunken Vincent, who is sitting on the rock and watching the waves being smashed and rubbed into the cracks of the rock, would not have thought that at some point in the future, he would be fighting for his life on a desolate planet with an overlord who had the ambition to destroy the world. Vincent never imagined that when the overlord was about to cut off Vincent's head, what flashed through Vincent's mind was not the confusion he felt when he was born in the Marvel world in Germany in 1891, nor the ecstasy when he got the belated "Golden Finger", nor the despair and sluggishness when he lost the system he relied on to get ahead, but the melancholy he felt when he waved goodbye to his classmates for three years in high school on a distant afternoon. The first chapter is a bit boring, but it will get better and better later on.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
