Why, is there light?

Why, is there a temperature?

Why, am I here?

It is not a great philosopher, or an old wise man, or a mage who studies the world, who thinks about these questions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is nothing but a slave, a slave born inferior.

Birth determines destiny, this is not an empty statement, in this world that can never be fair, life is perhaps the greatest suffering.

I don't know when, the war started again, it seems that the Principality of Yesini is at war with us again, ah, but what does it have to do with me? I'm just a slave.

War is accompanied by death. Some people are soaring, some people are rich, some people are victorious, and some people are defeated.

For a warrior on the battlefield, defeat means death.

But for those who are protected by these warriors, the defeat of the country is worse than death.

When a country is defeated, then the people of that country become slaves. With slaves, then there are slave owners, and why with slave owners, because he has slaves.

Slaves have no rights, and I am afraid that for a slave there will be nothing but the right to die. But in fact, people are afraid of death, even if they are struggling, even if they are groveling, it is always good to be alive.

No matter how good it is, in the end, it is not shameful for sellers to seek glory, but it is sad that countless sellers seek glory in the end, but they become lost in the end, or abandon the darkness and turn to the light.

What's good and what's bad. Maybe there is an advertising slogan that says it's good, everyone is really good, so in order to make everyone happy, please die.

How will people be born in this world? To put it bluntly, they are waiting for death.

But in fact, although in the final analysis it is death, the actual mountain is for living, and for what is it living? Some people talk about ideals, some people face reality, and some people talk about one thing but do another behind the scenes.

Some for money, some for faith, some for power, some for illusion.

What am I living for?

The little slave lying on the grass sometimes thinks like this, a figure of more than a meter, maybe seven years old this year, or maybe bigger.

After all, he had no parents, because his parents died the day he was born.

Well, that's what the old people say.

Because parents are slaves, children are slaves, but why are their parents slaves? It seems that because their father's and mother's parents are also slaves.

So why are my parents' parents slaves?

I heard the old people say that it seems that their country was destroyed by slave owners hundreds of years ago, so they became slaves.

Well, it seems so.

The boy lying on the grass thought this, and for some reason there was a flash of sadness in his eyes that even he didn't necessarily know.

This is a grassland, but now it is spring, the white clouds in the clear blue sky drift slowly with the wind, but the green grassland is blooming with all kinds of flowers, red, yellow, blue, white, it seems to have any color.

The breeze with a faint chill blew up a few sticks of dead grass, whirling higher and higher in mid-air, as if it was going to fly directly into the sky.

Of course, the boy who was lying on the grass and lazy saw this, the boy himself was different from others, he was born with the ability to see things that others could not see, such as the gray line that snaked out of the back of everyone's head but did not know where it was connected, and the boy instinctively knew that the name of that line was fate.

As if he knew it, just by looking at the name of the thread, the boy's mind appeared, and the boy could not only see the thread, but also touch it.

Of course, it doesn't have to be touched with your own hands, and once again the boy found that if you concentrate and imagine that there is a hand to change the threads called fate, those threads will change.

There was a time when the boy tried to cut the thread at the back of a person's head, and then what happened left the boy in fear.

Because he watched with his own eyes that the man whose fate had been cut off disappeared, but this disappearance was only for others.

The boy could still see the man, but no one could see him except the boy, and no one could even remember the man's name, as if the man had been erased from everyone's memory.

But the boy could see, so he watched with his own eyes the man, the man whose fate he had cut short, starved to death, and finally rotted into a pile of rotten meat.

But the man was not dead, and the boy knew that although there were several places on the man's body that showed white bones, the man was not dead.

It's better to say that people who don't even have a fate can die again.

The boy was terrified.

The boy is just a slave, but I'm afraid he won't be anymore.

The boy didn't know if there was a gray thread of fate that snaked out of the back of his head, because he couldn't see it, and he never thought about it.

But lying on the grass that was still a little cold, he didn't want to get up, because he knew that he was about to die.

Well, why are you dying?

Because he was a slave, the property of the slave owner. The boy had heard that the slave owner was a very powerful wizard, and he had heard that a wizard was a very scary thing, and the boy knew that wizards were evil and powerful.

But in reality, the boy did not know what a wizard was, what a slave owner was, and what evil and powerful he was.

Everything he knew, except for the fate line that others couldn't see, was what he heard from others. Who said that? There were a lot of people, most of them slaves, and slave owners.

Boys were illiterate because slaves were not required to read. The boy didn't know where he came from, because the slave just had to know that he was working hard, and there was no need to understand why he was a slave.

But the boy was a little unwilling and a little uneasy.

Not sure why.

Maybe it's because they know that they will be sacrificed by slave owners.

Why yourself?

The boy didn't have this kind of thought, because the slave didn't need his own thoughts, but the boy was a little unhappy, and he didn't know why.

Slaves are also human beings, as long as they are human beings, they will have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and they will instinctively tend to live.

But the slave should be the property of the slave owner, and everything about the slave is the slave owner's. This is something that the boy knew from a young age, but for some reason, the boy ran away.

Human nature is inherently evil, perhaps it has something to do with it.

Although the boy ran away, he didn't run far, but hid in the grassland where the sheep were usually grazing, and although there was no sound of the sheep bleating in his ears, he seemed to be a little relaxed.

Just looking at the golden sun in the sky, the boy suddenly had a strange idea.

"I want to become the sun......"