Prologue

  “Some are born great，some achieve greatness，and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

  All my life, I’ve strived to be the second kind.

  But the world pys a cruel joke on me.

  It says I am born to privilege, dresses me in splendor,

  masks me as a clown.

  I dance upon the stage to its script,

  A obedient puppet to fate.

  I step into the mad crowd,

  The crowd ughs all around me.

  I look at this foolish world, calm and quiet,

  And smile.

  …

  （This is a grand and long story I have in my heart. Therefore, the pace at the beginning will be a bit slow; please give me some time.

  In fact, the entire first volume is merely a prologue.

  Starting from Volume II, the story will enter a new world—one where the whole world has gone mad, where people cim to be gods, where others pretend to be normal, and where demons and monsters walk among us.）