Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: 
one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.
And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.

I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.

I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale.

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Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

Since the update of "Amber Sword", it's nearly three hundred thousand words in just a month. During this period, I, just like the main character Brand, experienced excitement, joy, happiness, and also tears, pain, and struggles. Sitting in this drafty little room, my hands and feet always feel cold. When I'm writing, I always think it would be so nice if there was some heating. Such a fleeting wish, and if I could get some Monthly Tickets, I would be at peace. Ultimately, everything can be achieved--!


Chapter 165 - To tell the truth