[Traditional fantasy, no system, rebirth of the strong, compact plot, invisible pretense]
On this day, the unparalleled Sword Emperor died mysteriously.
On the same day, a young man from a border town entered the capital.
He is stunningly talented and beautiful, and his sword is superior to his peers.
The world thought this was the beginning of another legend, but they didn't see the thousands of cynical ghosts behind him, nor did they know the evil plan hidden in his heart...
The long night is coming, and all ghosts are walking in the night.
This is a glorious legend about a young man from a poor family who rose up in a world of great strife. It is also an unyielding war song composed by countless losers.
[The introduction is weak, please read the text]
It's still ok