His lifelong wish is to go on as he wishes. No one will shed tears, no one will be sad, and no one will pay the price of blood for him. But his surname, his bloodline, his talent, everything about him only destined him to go on like that, stepping through the blood of countless enemies. , Passed through the tears of many women, walked down with his brother's body in his arms, and finally became the god that everyone looked up to throughout their lives. Then, in order to chase the perfect existence in their hearts, more people crawled at his feet without regrets, just for the brief stay of his gaze, and they did not regret it even if they shed the last drop of blood. But no one has ever noticed that their gods have nothing but sadness in their eyes. It tells a poignant story of a brief moment of innocence when God was not yet a God.