For Lu Qiou, his life was one of wandering, lost in barren mountain ranges.
There was no sun here, so none of the beauty born of the sun ever appeared. Besides barrenness, there were only people and more people.
The desolate mountains overlapped endlessly, never revealing their end.
Or maybe... one could say the end was visible at a single glance.
For he knew, no matter how far he traveled, what lay beyond the desolate mountains was still desolation, just barren wasteland.
In such a place devoid of anything, to survive meant, other than consuming oneself, there was only the option to consume others.
Although he didn't know why he was born, Lu Qiou had survived.
He lived aimlessly, until... that moment.
...
Regarding his childhood, Lu Qiou could barely remember anything, but there was one memory he would never forget.
Because that memory determined his life's path.
The start of that memory was when the still-young Lu Qiou was deeply shaken by a story.
