I was an orphan picked up from the temple, and I was supposed to live a lifetime as an ancient Buddha.
The temple was massacred overnight, and blood flowed like a river. I was captured by the warlord and used as a child soldier.
Hell training, muzzle licking blood, the weak will die and the strong will live.
The compassion before the Buddha turns into killing in the palm of the hand.
From a young child who was trampled upon by others, to the overlord who rules the jungle.
Defeat the warlords, unify the mountains and rivers, and finally ascend to the throne.
In this troubled world, I am in charge!
Wonderful! It caught me at once.