This story unfolds during the later stages of World War II, where a man, scarred by the horrors of war, finally grasps the profound and harsh realities of the world. In this world, those at the top laugh and celebrate, while those at the bottom sacrifice their lives in futile conflicts driven by pride and meaningless ambition. A modern soul transmigrates and fuses with the original soul of a body, creating a unique and extraordinary existence. To some, he is a villain; to others, a madman. In a world steeped in cruelty, this man, determined to secure a place among the decision-makers, struggles to break free from the ranks of those powerless to control their fate. To achieve his goal, he resolves to shatter the chains of law, then the chains of morality, and finally the chains of mediocrity.
The dark cellar.
This group of thieves had been locked up for a whole week, the most difficult week of their lives.
A piece of bread and a glass of water.
Every day was spent in hunger.
Every two or three days, they would be dragged out and beaten, and tortured by the gang. This was hell, a fate worse than death.
Creak. The iron door opened.
Everyone looked toward the door, their eyes filled with both longing and fear.
Longing for food.
Fear of being dragged out and beaten.
A strong man walked in, his gaze sweeping over the group of thieves. The thieves, seeing he had no bread, knew it meant a beating was coming. They immediately lowered their heads and huddled in the corner, afraid of being chosen.
"You, come out!"
The strong man pointed at one of them.
The chosen man's face turned ashen.
He kept retreating.