I am Qin Min, or that's what others often call me.
I should have been a hero, inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, enjoying the admiration of all people for generations to come.
But He deceived me. When I died, my name was not left in the history books, but my deeds were left behind. They called the greedy man a famous general, and called the butcher's behavior a feat.
It has been so long, and I woke up. The world has changed so much, and it seems that it has never changed. I am still... The mouse living in the evil thoughts of people in this world, the insect that can only survive in the dark trenches.
I'm going to live, just as I've always done, to survive.
(Imaginary cyberpunk world + urban superpowers, not a cool article, a new post, please support me)
