Trampled Underfoot: The God Who Reached the Summit

After my father disappeared, everyone trampled me into the dirt.

The construction site was where I started, and sweat and blood were my tuition.

On the edge of the law and in the cracks of the night, I clung to every lifeline and climbed upward, not to become a hero, but so the people who laughed at me back then would have no choice but to look up at me in the end.

From dust and gravel to weapons and warhorses, betrayal was the norm on this road, and sincerity was a wager. Only when no one dared look down on my name anymore would those who once passed me by understand:

Every step I took had already been marked with the world's price.

Amid the rise and fall of right and wrong, beautiful women stayed by my side. The martial world is vast, and all will honor me as they would a god.