When I was seven years old, my fate was changed by a drop of golden liquid. A girl who was supposed to die mutated and dissipated irreversibly in front of me. The drop of gold rising from her remains was exactly the same drop I had touched as a child. At that moment I understood that my father's disappearance was not an accident. Chuangjie Technology is the operator of all this. They weave webs in the dark, and I temper my blade in the fire. Between blood and bones, I forged swords for myself and built shields for myself - wherever my hands touched, there were scars and armor. Wait for my return. Overturn this game of chess.
