He is a traitor in the history books, yet a shining light in the hearts of millions of displaced people. For a thousand years, he has been demonized as a wicked sorcerer. With his fate hanging by a thread, how can he, a mere mortal, shake the heavens?
For a thousand years, they have branded me a bandit and driven that word into my back. But I, Zhang Jue, what did I steal? Was it because I stole a sliver of hope for survival on behalf of the common people? At the end of the Eastern Han, the so-called sages in court showed no mercy, treating all creation like straw dogs. In that rotten world, the powerful treated human lives as weeds, while the wealthy clans robbed the people of their last shred of hope. So I’ll be the first to flip the table, then show everyone that the common people weren’t born to kneel, be trampled, and be exploited, reduced to a fleeting string of numbers in the history books. If anyone dares treat the people like ants again, I, Zhang Jue, will make them taste what it means to be consumed by fury.
This world needs a new way to live!
