The blue-gray lines on my palm can devour strange demons, and lies, too.
Only when my father burned up his divine soul for this, and that old man became nothingness for it,
did I understand that the urban shadows I had seen were just the tip of the iceberg.
The gaps in history conceal wars that have been erased,
and the accepted truths in textbooks cover pages stained with blood.
The ones I’m fighting are bandits who survive by stealing, robbing, and lying!
When I tear apart every false history and shatter the stars,
I will surely win justice for my people!
