Late at night, in the grand palace of Country M.
A dark figure stood with his hands clasped behind him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, behind him was a luxurious office.
As the president of a nation, he held control of everything in the country, and in the entire world's circle of leaders, there were few who dared to oppose him.
He had achieved both fame and success at a young age, a glory many could only dream of.
As a ruler, he was not happy.
Standing at the pinnacle, he looked down upon all beings, yet he could not find the woman who resided in his heart.
Ever since he inherited the position of president from the former president three years ago, the nation's power had been on the rise, and its military had grown increasingly strong.
He had led the country into the ranks of the top ten global powers, yet there was always some emptiness in his heart.
On such nights, his heart always felt hollow.