Lin Xuan was born without meridians, his bones as useless as scrap iron. In an age when humanity was in decline and the myriad races trampled it underfoot, he was an ant anyone could humiliate. Until one day, a cold mechanical voice rang out in his sea of consciousness: [The Divine Lord of Destiny System has been activated, ]
“If there is no torch left in this world, ”
He turned and strode into the eternal night, his silhouette becoming a blade that cleaved through the darkness.
“Then I will be the only light.”
