In 2999, the day I pressed the restart button, the world gave me two choices:
Either slaughter every person devoid of morals, or let them grind me into the dirt.
I wield a blade in my left hand and hold the scales in my right:
Slay the wicked and gather virtue, destroy the holier-than-thou, and bring down the dynasty!
But no one told me the price of purifying the world… was becoming the tyrant of a new era.
