The little monster Chizhi had no lofty ambitions, but fate placed him in a turbulent age.
Looking ahead, there was no powerful patron to take him under their wing;
looking back, there was no fearsome lineage to support him;
all around him, the world was vast, and he was insignificant.
What was he to do?
Simple: overthrow the helmsman!
Take his ship, seize his oars, smash his cooking pot!
Leave no stone unturned. Strike the oars against the current, fight upstream, and sail past a thousand ships to return as king and founder!
When he looked back, the world was stained red with Chizhi.
