Underneath the modern maze woven by neon lies a hidden history deliberately crushed by power. He stood up from the darkness, carrying the blood feud and unfinished obsessions of three generations of his family, and walked on the border between light and shadow. Deep in the cold archives, yellowed pages record the bloody truth; in the attic of an abandoned old house, rusty relics hide shocking secrets. He has seen the extreme greed of human nature, experienced the heart-piercing pain of betrayal, and stood alone against the invisible strangulation net in an era of overflowing desires. The heroes whose names were erased, the historical facts that were tampered with, and the innocent people who were sacrificed all turned into thorns and armor for him to move forward. He used darkness as a blade and loneliness as a shield, tearing apart layers of disguise in corners no one cares about, and exploring the original appearance of history on the edge of life and death. The road ahead is an abyss, and behind him is endless nothingness, and he always firmly believes that even if he has to walk through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even if he has to be the enemy of the entire world, those buried truths will eventually be revealed in the shadows, becoming a century-old piece of evidence that pierces hypocrisy.
