God-Level Constructor

The iron door of the orphanage opened a crack in the autumn wind. There was an extra baby on the steps, with no name, only a piece of paper with one word written on it: [Yan]. Nineteen years later, that child has become the most inconspicuous presence in the Designers Guild. Cowardly, selfish, and will empty his pockets when being blackmailed. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. Until a man carrying a sword passed by the training ground, put a cold steamed bun into his hand, and defeated all the people who bullied him for him. He didn't know there was something living in his body. It has no will and no voice, it just exists silently. But whenever he comes near it, the soul is heated - like clay being burned into pottery, like sand being burned into glass. People who were willing to fight for him began to appear around him, and then left one after another. Before everyone leaves, they leave something behind. A fragment, a wreckage, a string wrapped around a finger. When the last shackles were broken, he finally had everything and lost everything. A story of power, cost and silence.