The turning point in Homeless Emperor's fate—how he went from a genuine homeless man to a top-tier powerhouse with "Emperor" in his name—began a little over a month earlier.
At the time, registration had just opened for the Rising Star Challenge hosted by Vought International.
That night, Homeless Emperor had searched all day without finding a scrap of food. Hunger and Han had left him exhausted and barely clinging to life.
As his consciousness began to fade, he looked back on his failed life and came to a conclusion.
He had failed so badly not because he was lazy or stupid, but because human society was unfair.
If neither he nor those born with silver spoons in their mouths had learned a thing or wanted to work, why did they get to live in luxury while he wandered the streets, half-naked and starving, only to die a miserable death there?
The more Homeless Emperor thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't bear to die like this.
If heaven had given him a chance, he wouldn't have fallen short of anyone.
On the brink of death, Homeless Emperor's resentment toward human society reached its peak.
Then, through his haze, he saw a light appear in the night sky.
It shone far brighter than the moon or stars. Within that light, which seemed to promise hope, he made out the faint silhouette of a tall, mysterious figure.
"I heard your grievances, and I felt your hatred for the world." An ethereal yet powerful voice sounded beside his ear. "So I shall grant you the power to change it."
As the voice spoke, Homeless Emperor felt an inexplicable force pour into his body. It left him feeling reborn, sweeping away every trace of hunger and exhaustion.
"Go. Prove that your existence