The lucky one who has recovered his spiritual energy? A cultivator trained by the company?
In a city where steel and aura are intertwined, capital is a god and cultivation is a commodity. The energy brought by Maya's ascension only allowed the giants to build new high walls and firmly control all hopes and resources.
I am just an unknown person in the shadows. Until a corporate war led by "Pangu Heavy Industries" tore apart my only tenderness. My parents died in that melee, and disappeared with the truth of a top-secret project.
I rose from the filthiest black market not for the so-called spiritual destiny, let alone to become someone's chess piece. I'm just looking for an answer: why did they die?
This path is to compete with the giants, to be the enemy of order, and to step on the tip of a knife every step of the way. Tempered by blood and fire, I drew strength and transformed from a surviving orphan into a shadow that could shake high walls.
They call me the Avenger, the King of the Black Market, or the Destroyer of Order... But I know that I am just a survivor who is unwilling to be buried, and I use my own way to lift the bloody curtain of this cyberpunk aura era.
