To be fair, it really was a fine dog-eat-dog show.
Watching the remnants and old guard left behind by the former Eternal Empire tear and bite at one another in a life-and-death struggle right before his eyes—their ugly spectacle was truly a delight to behold, enough to make one laugh without end.
This trip had definitely not been in vain!
The finest thing about a drama was neither its story nor whether it had some beautiful, perfect ending or a tragic state where no corpse remained intact.
Its finest quality was that none of it had anything to do with you.
Whether it was a love that toppled cities or hatred too great to share the same sky, those were someone else's stories and had nothing to do with you. You did not have to worry about how the protagonist would repay a blood-deep vendetta, or whether the prince and princess would need a house in a good school district after getting married.
You could pick the best seat beneath the stage, watch the winds rise and clouds churn, watch them fight to the death, without worrying that even a drop of blood or tears from the stage would splash onto you.
But from the moment you voluntarily leaped onto the stage, none of it was beautiful anymore.
Especially once you realized that beneath the stage, who knew how many people were still lurking and watching—it became even worse.
Ji Jue had never wanted to show himself at all.
In fact, according to his original plan, the best outcome would have been for this entire affair to have nothing to do with him. He would quietly sit in the perfect viewing spot he had built, watch the whole show through, wait for the true protagonist to appear... then grab his