Transformed into a cannon fodder and a traitor who was destined to die, and the knife fell on the execution ground, I had a glimpse of the "sickness" of this world.
The corpse of a dragon is buried under Chaoge City, and the monster that swallows the country stands on top of the Star-Zhaing Tower. The nobles in the city are all "filth" parasitic in the carrion of the dynasty.
They gave me wealth and authority, and asked me to be a puppet, a discarded piece on the chessboard, and a path-finding animal.
I bow my head and thank the Holy Grace. Turn around and spread your palms in a deserted place——
A touch of "pure white" that does not belong to this world whispers in the palm:
"Shh... Don't worry."
"Let them raise you for a while longer."
