A slow burn with a story that gains momentum, carefully planted clues, and a serious approach to storytelling, from a new Tomato author. Full of twists and turns.
Late at night, I met up with a few friends to race at Sandaowan. Only a few dim yellow streetlights dotted the roadside, making the winding mountain road seem especially desolate. I was a rich second-generation heir, and our cars sped down the mountain road. Then, as we reached a bend, my car suddenly lost control without warning. The violent impact hit me head-on. My vision went black, and I crashed beside a roadside puddle, unable to move again.
When I opened my eyes once more, everything around me was completely unfamiliar. I had transmigrated, reborn as a baby in swaddling clothes. I understood everything, but couldn't speak. The people around me spoke in strange, incomprehensible words. I couldn't understand a thing, helplessly trapped in this tiny body.
Those were the last memories of Dongzi's previous life.
On Hongxing, he takes one step at a time along a hard road, from a village child scraping out a living in the freezing snow, to a soldier in Tianqibao's city defense force, and then to a soldier in the Zhenshu Army. His talent for formations, a divine artifact recognizing its master, the tragedy of Shattered Starfall, and the secret plot of the Demon Wolf Gang: clues stretch far into the future. But when he finally reaches the imperial capital, he finds under the prosperous facade of this vast city a web of forces locked in a struggle for power. Why has his father been out of touch for so many years? What lies behind the Demon Wolf Gang's silence? On the much larger chessboard of the imperial capital, he must find his place.
