The Warmth of the Old Days

"In this world, the most expensive thing is not gold, but the thread that stabilizes reality." Freyr von Kahnren was once a beggar who lived in the mud. When he used nine silver needles to sew his begging for mercy and cowardice to death, he understood that he was destined to walk with pain in this life. Putting on the gray woolen coat that absorbed the resentment of his ancestors, he boarded the black ship that wandered on the edge of life and death. In the cabin, moldy memories are wailing; on the deck, half-dead heroes are playing games. Holding a silver needle, Freir shuttled through the decaying empire's veins: "If you feel that your destiny is too broken, I can help you patch it up; if you feel that this prosperous age is too fake, I can also help you cut it open." This is a story about revenge, debt, and how to stitch a shattered civilization back together. "I will get back the interest they owe me, stitch by stitch."