What will happen when two versions of your self merge in one body?Does your hard work or your talent shape your life? Watch as the newly [Zioul, crowned as the greatest existence in human history, the world grief as he lay on his death bed. Thinking this will be last time the sun while shine on his face his old age face suddenly evoke a mysterious smirk.] "I don't believe in my hardwork; hardwork is the by-product of talent" [Ziuol, challenged by the world, strived to survives using his own hands, abandoned on the gate of a small orphan his world is shape by the hardships that surge to him everyday like a tide. As he found hiself dying on the strong current of a river his young eyes flash with unwilling regrets as the moon shine on his stoic face carved by adversities.] "I don't believe in my talent; talent is the pretense of hardwork" *New author please comment your thoughts