I was the founding Imperial Tutor of a dynasty.
I came here burdened with a mission from the System: to save a collapsing, chaotic realm.
In the end, all I earned was the hatred of countless people.
The young chief minister I had known since our youth became a stranger to me, standing against me at every turn.
The Guardian General I had personally promoted despised me for monopolizing power and ruling the court as a dictator.
And the Young Emperor, the boy I had raised with my own hands… He hated me most of all for tearing him away from the one he loved.
So they laid a trap for me and forced me to drink poisoned wine, driving me to take my own life.
Then, after my death… They summoned a shaman to call forth my memories.
They wanted to expose every evil deed I had ever committed to the world.
But later, after each of them had seen my memories… Every last one of them went mad.
