Becrock looked down at the soldiers under his feet.
�I was trash like them.�
He was born without money, power, nor anything to his name.
However, unlike those trash down there, he had talent.
That was why his liege, the White Star, cherished him.
He was a genius. He was also a hard worker.
He worked his ass off.
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