He is cold and unfeeling, knowing only how to kill and nothing else. Burdened by countless deaths, he is reborn in another world, yet still cannot escape the shackles of fate.
A gentle man, soft as water, is willing to stand behind him, overshadowed by his brilliance, and embrace his heart without end, however cold it may be.
The supreme and invincible man continues to smile inscrutably. Everyone in this world is a chess piece, and he alone is the one moving them.
Isn’t the strange killing in the darkness still far better than the cruelty of the imperial court?
