A person's fate cannot be spoken of or sought after. By a twist of fate, a wisp of a remnant soul transmigrated across thousands of years and took root in an ordinary young man. And so, it planted the seeds of fate as well. He became the key that could open the borders of the ancient realm and connect it to the land of spirits. From an utterly ordinary nobody to someone striving to carve out a place for himself and those dear to him: is such effort fate itself, or the ladder that leads to it?
