While others reveled in peace and prosperity, I alone seemed like a homeless, defeated dog.
Covered in wounds.
Weary to the bone.
Lost in heart.
I had no lack of strength in my body, yet I knew not where to exert my efforts.
The will to struggle was incessant, but even the direction in which to desperately fight was elusive.
"Sigh…"
Feng Yin closed his eyes, and a single tear slowly emerged on his face as stony as an unyielding rock, only to evaporate immediately.
Then came my second life, a transmigration with a new start as a lowly beggar.
The early days were indeed more miserable than my previous life.
Being beaten, fixed up, and trampled upon for no reason was almost a daily meal.
A slap that sent me flying several meters, my ears buzzing.
All the intelligence and wit from my past life were employed here just for a bite of food, struggling to survive.
At last, I learned of the existence of the Heavenly Judge... and eventually took the first step toward killing...
