For ancient nations that survive into the modern era, whether weak or small, the development of civilization and the accumulation of capital are written in blood: a history of destruction, invasion, and oppression.
Out at sea in the East, after the allied forces slaughtered tens of thousands of ordinary people, the invasion was still not over.
A surging tide of tanks rolled onward, with ranks of soldiers standing ready. They had all become killing machines, advancing toward the settlements in the distance, intent on trampling everything underfoot.
Eighty thousand people lost their homes as a result, and to this day, every last one of the culprits has perished without a trace.
To Qinglong, killing is a profoundly depressing business. But fate is fickle. His final mission as an assassin… is to serve as the personal bodyguard to the seemingly harmless young lady of the Song family!?
At the far edge of the boundless universe, after becoming invincible, all he has left in his heart is loneliness and numbness.
