I Guarded the City and Protected the Nation, Only to Be Murdered; Reborn as an Asura

I held the city for three days, while the people sacrificed my wife and child. The world called me a tyrant, and I laughed at how quickly they forgot.

History is shaped by the mouths of the living. Those mouths can close, or they can open.

Today, they call me a villain. Tomorrow, if someone backs them into the same dead end, perhaps they’ll remember that once, a “villain” wanted to be a good person, too.