My name's Kang Xu.
I'm the third and youngest son of an immigrant Chinese family.
Growing up, I've always considered myself smarter than my peers.
Being the shy and introverted kid, I never stood out much in a crowd.
"Why am I like this?" I thought countless times.
But the truth is that I've always known the answer.
Because no matter what I did or what I was, I will always be known as the son of a lower-class Chinese, immigrant family.
This single characteristic of mine restrained me from growing up as a normal kid.
Recently, I have accepted this fact.
My character—though insignificant—cannot be dictated by birth, nor by God, if He even exists.
Yeah, even if the process might be slow.
And even if I might give up many times.
Today, I have decided that I'm going to change.
I'm going to become a better person.
But fate was cruel.
When the clock's hand struck midnight, Kang was in the middle of relieving himself and was startled by a blinding light that suddenly appeared before him.