The light of day did not fall on him.
Seventeen years ago, he was named "Pollution" and exiled to the wasteland where ashes and death meet. People say he is a crack in the order, a perfect failure.
But he just stretched out his hand and gently plucked an unseen string in the air.
So the flames learned to be silent, the spiritual realm began to collapse, and the laws of the entire world rippled at his fingertips.
Far away in the clouds, the saint came here on command, the ice sword in her hand chilling everything. But during their first fight, she heard a sound coming from her flawless spiritual realm - a heartbeat.
It turns out that disaster is just a comma left by the old gods to the new world.
Newbie, new book, I hope all brothers, sisters-in-law, brothers and sisters will support me, don't let me, little brother, feel so sad!