When he was seven years old, he and his kind mother entered a palace that could be called hell. They were tortured but acquired martial arts and literary talents.
At the age of twenty, by chance, the scarred slave followed the then weak king, high-spirited and with the world in mind.
However, what did the fighting on the battlefield bring him? Why is he always the one who gets hurt? He thought he was a friend or relative, but is his true identity what he sees? When the world is at peace, looking back, will there still be happiness left in his eyes?
PS: This article abuses the male protagonist, it is bloody, dark, and the human nature is not perfect. If you are not used to it, proceed with caution. The imagined ending is basically HE.