Özet
[Traditional fantasy + mortal flow + no system]
When my father was dying, he told me to live well, but I didn’t know how to live in the darkness with no light at the end of the tunnel.
In this vast world, in the howling cold wind, only that small house with air leaks everywhere can bring me a rare warmth when night falls.
The beatings and scoldings from the landlord's wife, the cruelty of the landlord, and the murderous intent in the eldest young master's eyes, all told me that if I didn't leave here, I would die without a burial place.
Ants in the dark also have the right to look up at the stars.
It is better to burn to your heart's content than to die in despair.
If there is injustice in the world, it is better to ask the sky with a sword. The sword may not ring, but if it rings, it will shock people...