The Art of Political Maneuvering

On our wedding day, the bride threw herself off a cliff to “die for love.” All so they could use the blood from my heart as a medicinal ingredient.

Only then did I understand: I was nothing but a sacrificial offering in an ancient ritual to the “God of Theater.”

They saw me as an insect, toying with me as they pleased.

So I’ll storm into this den of political intrigue, wielding rules as my blade and worldly wisdom as its edge.

I’ll bathe the immortals and Buddhas in blood, along with their entire chessboard.

Watch as a poor-born young man makes his way through the twists and turns of officialdom and realizes his worth. Join us as we witness a different kind of life in politics.