The First Open-Chest Surgery in Human History

As the son of a nobleman, Bruce Wayne could be considered a true winner in life; not only were his parents alive and well, but his career was also flourishing, earning him the deep appreciation of the monarch Gaius.

Like other members of the elite, Bruce had never known hardship. He had lived fourteen years with everything handed to him on a silver platter. Ever since his ancestors followed the great Augustus (Octavian) into the pass, all the suffering his lineage would ever endure had been exhausted; he was born to enjoy life.

Some spend their whole lives working like beasts of burden, while others are born in Rome, and Bruce was exactly that kind of person. Relying on his noble status, he lived a life of extreme indulgence, a true 0.1k-era winner in Terra.

According to the laws of Imperium, having reached the age of fourteen, Bruce had hit the legal age for marriage. However, unlike other stubborn scions, Bruce had been obsessed with adventure since childhood and refused to drown himself in those boring, hedonistic games.

To put it simply, this kid Bruce was obsessed with courting death, sharing a similar spirit with the God of War of Tumu Fortress. After all, fourteen is the age of teenage rebellion, and he decided to take a spontaneous trip just as he was about to reach adulthood.

But as the old saying goes, don't take on the porcelain work if you don't have the diamond drill. Although Bruce was different from his other fair-weather friends, he was essentially still a spoiled brat—a kid with big ambitions but no real skill. He hadn't been at sea for more than a few days before he came scurrying back in disgrace.

Looking at the crazed cow before him, Bruce felt for the first