Everyone, did you have a dream when you were a child? Are you still working toward it now? Or did you stop talking about it somewhere along the way?
As children, we may have made wishes beneath the stars or over birthday candles, shouting out the purest, most innocent dreams.
Luo Yu's dream was "to be a child who is happy forever."
But this world told him: Your happiness is a sin.
And so, hatred watered his growth. Bullying at school, cold indifference at home, the System's discipline: with branding irons, curses, and chains disguised as "for your own good," they crushed his innocence inch by inch.
Until he fell in a pool of blood and heard the abyss whisper.
Until he took up a blade burning with blood and hatred, his blue hair turned red, and wings of chaos grew from his back.
When the second God of Slaughter descended, vowing to judge the world, he did not answer the world with tears or questions. He became an asura and put a blade to the world's throat...
When the purest wish of a child is declared "guilty" by the world,
what deserves to be destroyed: the child, or the logic by which this world operates?
Not a wish-fulfillment story, not mindless action. This is a story of growth. If you've come across my book and read this synopsis, and you can relate to it, then I invite you to come and read Luo Yu's story.
Cow 🐮 so pretty
What do you say at the beginning?