A piece of exile left him at the most decadent border of the empire.
He has neither capital nor power, only a sharp thinking blade that does not belong to this era.
He chuckled, using business as his blood, strategy as his bones, and all kinds of craftsmanship as his skill, he quietly built a new empire of order in the darkest shadow.
When the decadent dynasty made its last failed move, it was discovered that it was already the end of the chess game.
——This world is just an idle piece of chess he made when he stood "in front of the abyss".
