My given name is Yang Yu, but people call me the Dashing Brother.
The world I live in is a mess. There are humans, elves, goblins, immortals, demons, and monsters. Maybe there are ten thousand races. I've never seen them all, but that's what the textbooks say.
I've left human territory only three times in my life.
The first time, my brother was about to die. I had to go.
The second time, the girl I had my eye on was swept up in the cause of her country. I'd told her from the start that I was strong, but she didn't believe me. She nearly died, so I went to save her. Then she believed me. She even said she'd marry me if I cut down those old men. So I did.
The third time, I went because I wanted to see what the frontier was really like, and why it kept making the people I cared about throw themselves into the fray, one after another.
I do whatever I please. Whoever messes with me gets cut down.
I used to be called the Carefree Immortal, but I cut down too many people. I cut down high-ranking officials, people from other races, and even humans. They were terrified of me, but they couldn't afford to lose face, so they started calling me the Dashing Brother.
