Mo Yi, born in the family of the Great Swordsman, is extremely talented. In dark times, every little light is in plain sight. The whole world is dark, and you will not be allowed to radiate a little light. And just like that, he watched his parents die in front of him, his face stained with their blood, his clear gaze darkened, he felt guilty for the death of his parents, he ...... It wasn't someone else who killed his parents, it was his own ridiculous talent.

Since then, Mo Yi has begun to sink. In this continent where magic is respected, how can the metal in the hands of swordsmen compete. He huddled in the dark corners of the little tribe, wasting his teenage years. He thought that if he covered up his ability, he could pass like this in this life. It's ridiculous, only the strong have the right to choose what kind of life to choose, and the weak, even if they breathe in a dark corner, are just wasting air.

Slowly, he grew up. His group leader loved him and grew up with him. He was mercilessly slashed by a swordsman of his own tribe during a sword fighting competition. Mo Yi was unusually angry, not because of the team leader's injury, because the wound was the glory of the swordsman, but he was angry why the people of the same clan fought to kill the knife, who gave the courage as fierce as slaughtering a dog. He awakened the lowest-level but far more powerful god of war than the higher-level, which was a kind of consciousness, innate. He was forced to turn on his power again because of his resentment.

His favorite tribe was attacked by a magician, and he bore the brunt of the resistance. As his comrades fell one by one, he was helplessly stood up, defeated the magician, and temporarily protected his comrades and the Horde.

Fate always surprises you little by little in the ordinary, he has his beloved girl, an ordinary person, the granddaughter of the chief. And because of his talent, his beloved girl almost died in front of him, and he passively picked up the sword that he had abandoned for many years, and killed all the assassins, which was the first time he had killed someone.

In order to be able to protect his beloved, he began to work hard, and he sought a higher level of swordsmanship. When he had risen two stages in a row, before he could share his joy, the magicians formed a group and besieged the tribe. The leader was crucified to the tribal totem in order to save him, and his companions and girls were taken to the death arena to be used as accessories to the victor and playthings for mere entertainment. He passively stained his hands with blood and slaughtered the team of magicians. But only the ruins of the tribe and the corpses of swordsmen and mages were left all over the ground.

He saved the people he loved, and he could not do anything about it. There was a lot of inflection in the arena, and the opponent's advantage was overwhelming. He said he had no knees, no spine, and no neck, because he couldn't kneel his feet, bend his waist, or lower his head. He wanders on the edge of the cliff, protecting himself in front of his lover, he can't die, he resents the world even more, and at the same time resents his own incompetence.

In the end, he made the most important decision in his life, he exchanged his life for the chance of his brother and girl to escape, and he smiled and returned to his inner world.

The person with the protagonist's aura is impenetrable, and he met a master in his inner world. The master said: the survival of the fittest is for the weak, and the strong is to change the injustice, to make themselves feel satisfied, and the royal road is to come out by themselves.

Mo Yi was returned to the flesh, and he was determined to interpret his royal way and change the world. Knowing that he couldn't do anything alone, he began to search for the treasures and artifacts that had been left behind, as well as the people who could stand by his side. The road he walked was tortuous, he fell countless times, and he couldn't stand up countless times, but he didn't give up, he had his own kingly spirit. What are you afraid of if you fall, as long as you are not afraid of pain, it doesn't matter if you can't stand up, when you have rested enough, you have the strength to get up.

The royal road starts from the heart, and there is no end to one foot deep and one foot shallow......