"This is just a temporary setback, I will definitely succeed. If only I were like the characters in those biographical novels—then, I would divide my power into twelve parts, in the form of rings, and distribute them to those who follow me, or are attracted to me, then..."
"Then you'd be taken out as a monster!"
"Rings, really?"
"Why don't you infuse them with souls!"
"Besides, your name Solin isn't quite right. You should add some elements that fit your character persona, like prefixes or suffixes."
The middle-aged shop owner teased.
"Prefixes, suffixes?"
"That's right!"
"Exactly, just like that!"
"What is your food stall made of?"
Solin's eyes lit up, and he asked.
"Oak, why?"
The middle-aged food stall owner replied.
"Then how about I call myself Solin Oak? A wandering prince, gathering companions to restore his kingdom, overcoming countless hardships, and finally, when the restoration is complete, falls as a tragic hero before hope..."
