An accident swept someone desperate to escape into a primordial world beyond their own.
Outsiders roared in anger and despair. With the world firmly under the rule of the king and the nine great clans, a vast net stretched across the land, while countless people of other surnames cried out for a chance to survive.
With no other choice, Shaoye led the refugees in revolt.
Yes, they had nothing left, like gamblers who had lost everything. Eyes bloodshot, they fought with desperate ferocity. Failure was nothing new to them, for they had nothing left to lose but their worthless lives. Every victory, however, was precious beyond measure. It was what they believed in.
The so-called refugees were failures who wandered the lands beyond civilization like living corpses. They struggled on in a state of slumber, waiting until they had gathered enough strength to rise up once more and challenge fate in defiance.
Author: I never planned to write a novel. I'm a longtime reader myself, but I'm rather picky and only read good books. Yet online fiction today has long since lost the days when countless heroes competed for glory. More and more web novels read like elementary schoolers' diaries, which is pretty frustrating. So I decided to write one myself, just for fun!
