(Warrior Pathway, pure melee combat, the cure for every flashy trick.)
(Not a self-sacrificing saint. Not a self-sacrificing saint. Not a self-sacrificing saint.)
(There is a golden finger, but it comes at a steep price. I'll grow stronger and crazier.)
No System panels, no streams of data, just fists, teeth, iron pipes, and a life that refuses to end no matter how hard they beat me.
I am Kahn Ashes. In my previous life, I was a mercenary in a war zone. I died by a traitor's cold-blooded shot, pulling the pin on a grenade so we would go down together.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become a dockside thug who had been beaten to death by more than twenty people. My bones were broken, and I had nearly bled dry, but a dark red brand on my right arm was growing hot. My broken bones set themselves, my wounds healed on their own, and I crawled out of the pile of corpses.
They were still outside, dividing up the loot and laughing.
I picked up half an iron pipe and walked out.
Choice is greater than effort, magical power is less than destiny. If you don't have a system, how can you become a god from the warrior path? The dark night wants to unify the three paths of black death and become the past.