The Myth of the Killer

There are only legends and no myths on the Divine Grace Continent. The gods are always aloof, looking down at the world indifferently. The gods are unkind and regard everything in the world as ants. But why does it have to be this way? Could it be said that other living beings can never escape the fate of being played by gods? Wicker, a little killer, his strength is unmatched even among humans, but it is such a little character who is not willing to be controlled by fate. He wants to rely on his weak body and the sharp dagger in his hand to fight for all the creatures under the sky and create his own myth. The killer's way is the way of destruction. The killer has no respect for God, no fear of danger, no family, only kills for the purpose, and takes success as the criterion. Absolute rationality combined with absolute strength and wisdom, all focusing on killing. "The highest level of a killer is not to kill life, but to kill the spirit. Making a person's life worse than death is always more terrifying than killing him directly." Wicker said. Who among these seven realms is not a killer? It's just that they use different weapons. The history of the entire universe is originally a bloody history of killing. Under the reddish sky of history, the black shadows of killers passed quietly, and the legends of killers were born silently.