Everyone is given a name - but not me, I just got a number instead of it, just like some sort of product in a factory. Everyone gets parents - I, unfortunately, have only a tyrant and selfish egomaniac. Many people also have siblings - I, on the other hand, have only adversaries whose only wish for me, is that I should die like a dog. Everybody seems to have friends - I only see them as a bunch of dogs who want to lick me clean, but at least here comparing to the f a m i l y, I am not isolated. I have nobody and I have nothing, yet they can't take away what I have inside and in my mind.  So all I have to do is just endure and survive until this trial is finally over, just survive. For who would want to fight against everyone for some stupid galactic emperor's throne, too much work. Definitely too much job to do. ... A story about self-discovery, genetic warriors(aka cultivators) and human nature. Or at least I would like it to be.