All my memories, all my life, whether sad or happy, whether acquaintances or partings, all started when I was eight years old, from that evil bright operating lamp... The genes of Master Qing Pheasant flow in my body, and I am the political leader of the world. The first person with man-made natural fruit abilities in the government, he was abandoned on the battlefield because he was unable to use his abilities, and because of the imminent death, the fruits went wild and caused the collapse of the entire island. 120,000 Residents, 30,000 navy, and 20,000 pirates all died at my hands. I bear everything, 170,000 lives, the darkness of politics, and the frame-up of my subordinates. All of this is not what a ten-year-old child should bear, right? However, everything seems to be just for survival... I am looking forward to someone who can change my life...