In the vast desert of Shurima's territory, there was a short figure wrapped in green rags, wrapped in overwhelming sadness and negativity, and even seemed to feel the dwarf figure crying.

He seemed to be grieving all the time, crying all the time, however, all the people in the Valoran continent who knew that he existed, or had seen his existence, had heard of his indescribable sadness, and people did not know how long this dwarf had been in the world, nor where he came from.

He didn't even understand why he was crying, and perhaps, even he didn't understand where his irrepressible grief came from and when it would stop.

In ancient Shurima, there was a lonely and melancholy soul, Amumu. He wandered the world just to find a friend.

He was cursed by an ancient witchcraft and was destined to endure eternal loneliness, for to be touched by him meant death, and to be loved by him meant to be ravaged.

All those who claimed to have seen Amumu said he was a living corpse, short in stature, and covered in blue-gray bandages. Myths, folklore, and epic legends have been concocted around Amumu for so long that no one can tell which is true and which is fantasy.

The craftsmen of Shurima are very unanimous in their opinions on certain things, such as the morning breeze always blowing westward, eating too much on the night of the new moon is a bad omen, and the greatest treasures are always buried under the heaviest rocks. However, what they have never been able to agree on is the story of Amumu.

In the most commonly heard story, Amumu was a member of Shurima's founding royal family, but the family contracted a disease that caused the flesh to decay and wither at a terrifying rate. As the youngest child in the family.

Amumu was isolated in his own dormitory, and only one maid listened to him cry through the wall, so he became friends with the maid. She would tell him about the big and small things in the palace, and how her grandmother had mysterious powers, and sent some comfort to the lonely prince.

One morning, the palace maid brought bad news that Amumu's last brother had died, which meant that he had become Emperor Shurima.

The palace maid knew that Amumu could only bear the bad news alone, and her grief welled up in her heart, and she unlocked the door of the dormitory and rushed in to comfort him in person. Amumu hugged her affectionately, but just as they touched each other, he retreated in surprise, realizing that he had brought the family's doom upon her.

After the death of the maiden, her grandmother cast a twisted withering curse on the young emperor. In her eyes, Amumu's actions amounted to murder. Later, her curse was fulfilled, and Amumu was trapped forever in the moment of pain, like a grasshopper wrapped in honey and amber.

The second most commonly heard story is about another prince, but this one is a promising, cruel, murderous prince who ascended the throne as a child and became emperor of the Shurima Empire, believing that he was the darling of the sun and demanding that all his subjects worship him as a god.

Later, Amumu decided to search for the legendary "Eye of Ungo", an ancient relic buried in a gilded tomb that was said to lead to eternal life if you look at it with a determined and fearless heart.

Amumu embarked on a multi-year treasure hunt, carrying him through the labyrinthine tombs with many slaves, sacrificing his life to trigger the mechanism to keep the emperor unimpeded. Eventually, Amumu found the golden stone arch, and dozens of stonemasons toiled to open the long-closed stone door.

The young emperor rushed in, determined to meet the "Eye of Ongo", when his slaves seized the opportunity and sealed the stone gate behind him.

Some say that the young emperor suffered in the dark for several years, and the loneliness drove him crazy, and he began to scratch his skin, which then had to be bandaged again.

His life was indeed blessed by the "Eye of Ongo", immortal in meditation and reflection on his past sins, but this blessing was also a double-edged sword, for he was also cursed to be lonely forever.

Much later, after a series of powerful earthquakes, the foundations of the tomb were shaken and shattered, and the emperor finally escaped, having no idea of his time in isolation, only thinking of making amends for the pain he had inflicted on his life.

There is also a story about Amumu who was the first and last yodel ruler of Shurima and believed in the inherent goodness of human nature.

In order to refuge his detractors with real evidence, he vowed to live as a beggar until he made a true friend to convince the inhabitants of the empire that they, the yodelers, would be there for the Shurima in times of need.

Countless people passed by the unkempt yodeler, but none of them were willing to stop and lend a hand. Amumu could only increase his grief and finally die with a broken heart.

But his death was not the end, for some swore that the yodeler was still wandering the desert, forever searching for the man who would allow him to regain his faith in humanity.

While these stories have their own merits, they all have something in common. Regardless of the circumstances of the story, Amumu ends up dying in a state of emptiness and desolation, followed by eternal loneliness and loneliness.

He is destined to always find a partner, but his appearance means a curse, and his touch means death. On the longest winter nights, every family had to burn the fire to its fullest, while the sobs of the mummy would disappear in the desert, helpless and hopeless, telling of the consolation that he would never be able to experience in friendship.

Whether what Amumu was looking for was atonement, a loved one, or just an act of kindness, one thing was as certain as the morning breeze: he was still searching.

And now, Amumu, who has been in the sorrow of eternal life and loneliness, has felt for the first time in recent times that he has felt from that heart that has long been exhausted, and he has felt a strange emotion that he has never felt before.

It seemed to belong, it seemed to be affectionate, it seemed to be called, he didn't know what it would mean to follow this mysterious guide, but he still chose to do it, after all, it was the first time he felt that there was something in this world that needed him.

So he followed the guidance in his heart without hesitation, burying his head in the road, and the strange thing was that the end point of the armored dragon turtle Ramos coincided with Amumu's goal.