Age 22. Lu Chen.
Raised in an orphanage, he scraped by at the very bottom of society. Delivering takeout, being driven away, being trampled on: that was his entire life.
Until one night, an old man covered in blood collapsed in front of him and pressed a black, gold-embossed business card into his hand.
“Son... you carry the Lu family bloodline. This card can open a door.”
Behind that door lay an empire of power hidden in the shadows of the city: underground gangs, business magnates, dark organizations, high society... all tangled together.
He had nothing, yet had to dance on the edge of a blade.
No System, no foreknowledge from being reborn, only a heart that refused to give in and the ruthless grit of someone who had clawed his way out of the mire.
“When you trampled on me, did you ever think...”
“That one day, I’d stand above you?”
