I crawled out from the pile of dead people and bound to the Destiny Summoning System.
In the first draw, a black-faced warrior was summoned, and he punched away Scarface, who was trying to sell me.
In the second draw, a cold-faced assassin was summoned, and he said "killer".
In the third draw, a white-haired old man was summoned, saying that the city wall I built was rubbish.
I took this group of crooked melons and cracked dates to farm land, train troops, and seize territory in troubled times.
Someone asked me if I was afraid of death? I said I was afraid.
But I am more afraid of living people without a home.
Later, someone advised me to become emperor. I said no. The emperor is too tired.
I just want a city, a home, and a group of people who haven't run away.
