In the human world, there used to be a saying: the mark of an immature man is that he is willing to die heroically for a cause, and the mark of a mature man is that he is willing to live humbly for a cause.

Abushek Singh was one such man, who came from a high-caste family that shone with great glory, and was the eldest son of a large family.

He had received an aristocratic education since he was a child, enjoyed the prosperity of the world, and a whole team of forty-five people was dedicated to him, just to make his life more comfortable.

Abhishek Singh is the kind of child who is truly born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

However, fate played a joke on him, and when the monstrous neighbor to the north crushed him like a landslide, his country, after only three months of symbolic resistance, disappeared from the world map.

That year, Abhishek Singh was just nine years old when he watched his grandfather, the god-like man, finally end his life with an ivory-decorated shotgun in his beloved sandalwood chair.

Then, it was his uncles, who disappeared one by one, and with them, all kinds of valuable gadgets in the castle of Nuoda.

Singer, who had been educated as an elite, could easily judge the price of every ancient painting on the castle walls, and the value of every decorative vessel on the table, and although this knowledge was meaningless to him, he was still proficient in it.

Because Abhishek Singh is a genius.

Abshek's father eventually resisted the pressure and fled with his family to the countryside, to the dirty corners where the invaders would not even want to look.

His father took him to various gatherings again and again, and the young Abshek met all kinds of people.

Some of them were full of smiles, but under the smiles was deep despair, some were expressionless, as if the face had become a mask, and some were full of anger, but there was a deep mockery hidden under that face.

Although the faces of the party change frequently, they are all armed with weapons, and they all need the Singh family to accumulate a thousand years of wealth.

Abhishek felt that he had learned far more and more practical than he had learned in school, and he could always tell which ones were really against the invaders and which were just trying to cheat them out of money to run their own forces.

As Abshek Singh grew older, his father grew old, and the people who attended the party became Abshek alone.

The only thing he has to do is to give away the wealth in his hands, so that these desperate people, those who refuse to give up, those who are ambitious, and those who are greedy have enough bullets and medicines to fight and kill.

No matter how great a patriot is, he also needs to eat and give his family enough bread, which is the only truth in this world.

Abshek has long seen through the true face of the terrible shadow of the north, which is like a never-ending machine, constantly producing weapons, ammunition, medicine, food, and more energy and resources.

The distance between the two sides has been immeasurable, and even if all the men and women of Abshek's clan take up arms, they will only inflict some painless losses on the other side.

On this planet, the bloodline represented by Abshek has completely lost the opportunity to compete for power and freedom, which Abshek has long seen clearly.

This deep despair kept Abshek awake every night, meditating every day, but still unable to find a way.

It is not without people as wise as Abshek, but most of them eventually perished in this agony.

They were unwilling to admit what they had seen and heard, and finally, with a full of blood and despair, threw themselves into the iron wall of the invaders, and composed a sad song for themselves with the last tragedy.

But Abshek resisted, and like the most despicable mouse, he tried to live in the ground, in the gutter, in the dirtiest corners, trying to maintain the shred of faith that his people knew they could not do.

Abhishek Singh was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to avoid direct competition with the terrifying shadow of the north, because he knew deep down that they would never have a chance in hard power.

Like his ancestor, the great Mahatma, he will lead his suffering nation on a smooth path on a thorny ground.

When the colonization plan came out, Abhishek felt that he finally saw that opportunity, one that he had thought would be decades away.

Abhishek Singh scattered his wealth and fed everyone he could get his hands on with the wealth of the Singh family for nearly a thousand years, whether he was a member of the invader's clan or an official in the area.

Abu Shek bought a one-way ticket to the unknown planet for his people, even if the future journey is an unknown sea of stars, and his nation has suffered a lot, but there will inevitably be a pure land of Buddhism, and there is no beautiful world of new China.

With his own expectations, Abshek stepped on the colonial fleet and entered that magical world, waiting for the end of his journey.

Abushek hopes that his people can unite together, start to adapt to this new world, and strive for a better life in the future.

The three Singhs, including himself, are all carefully selected noble bloodlines, and each has their own pride.

He believes in the power of example, which will inevitably affect the people around him, and that every member of the same clan is precious and a seed for the future.

He entrusted the management of the Kshatriya Gang to the youngest Singh, Garamchand Singh, and embarked on a journey with his cousin in search of his kindred blood.

The direction of Abshek Singh is all the way north, through the dense Black Forest, to the northern coastal cities to bring homeless children home.

Abu Shek was accompanied by thirty-six of the bravest Ganges warriors, who would protect the noble brahmins all the way to the point of return.

Abshek believed that the number of the party would inevitably increase and become more prosperous as the journey progressed, and that eventually the descendants of the Ganges would become a true freeman under the leadership of noble blood.

This dream has always supported Abshek and made him unstoppable all the way.

Until, he meets a group of greenskins who use large-caliber gunpowder weapons.

"Great Brahmin, we have suffered heavy casualties! These greenskins ......" were the last words Abshek heard before he was knocked unconscious.