In 1790, a drastic change swept through the aristocratic class like a turbulent wave, slamming countless pampered aristocrats towards the reef of fate. The luxurious manors were reduced to ruins, and their former dignity was crushed. They were either wandering on the streets, or desperately struggling in the basement like ants, and were finally sealed silently by death, and darkness became an eternal coffin.
A hundred years of time slipped through the fingers like gravel, and Wei Grant suddenly woke up in chaos. He is in a strange yet familiar world, and his past memories seem to be locked into an abyss shrouded in thick fog. "Who am I" has become an unsolvable puzzle. The feeling of suffocation follows like a shadow, the chest is crushed by an invisible boulder, and every breath brings tearing pain. The consciousness keeps sinking in the whirlpool of confusion, unable to escape from the quagmire of self-recognition, and falls into a deep self-exile.
Until that figure broke into his world - a guy holding a unique rope and a gun at his side, exuding unruliness and mystery. The threads of fate were quietly entangled, and the moment the two met, sparks seemed to fly in the air. And that cat's eye stone is like a strange mystery thrown by fate, hiding layers of misunderstandings in the flowing light, like an invisible net, entangling them tighter and tighter. How will this entanglement be resolved? No one can give the answer. Even the God of Destiny hanging high in the sky may be squinting his eyes and watching this human mystery play out with great interest.
Intention: Even if you are born in darkness, you still have a noble will
