The model I think is fairly self explanatory.

Putting stupid sexy mech here just to keep up with my trend of doing that, so it pops up when I search for it in my frontends.

You waiting, huh?

Born from someone else's shadow. Raised beneath another name. Made to carry someone's legacy. Then blame for what I became. They drew borders on the battlefield. Put the crosshair in my sight. Told me who deserved the bullet. Told me who I had to fight. I broke their weapons, burned their flags, cut through every chain I knew. But every time I found the puppets, there was another hand above them, too. I swore I'd never be their weapon again. Never live by someone else's truth again. But if I chose every road I walked, why did they already know where it would lead me to?

I was never their hero, never asked for the name. They sent me their wars, the ghosts, and their blame. They move me across their battlefield like a piece they couldn't lose. They control the information, but they never own the choice I choose. If I was only made for killing and tell me what survive. They built the cage around my life but never own my mind. Not their weapon, not their name, not their name, not their soldier, not their weapon, not their game, not their game.

I hunted kings across the board. Never saw the players there. Faces changed and nations vanished. Still the order still the air. No flag, no throw, no single enemy to blame. Just a thankless machine teaching this what to keep. But what do we raise? I found men who wanted legends. Men who wanted endless wars. Men who built their future from the blood of those before. And all the while I called it freedom. While the system watched me move. Maybe I was never free at all. Maybe freedom is what you show. Genes can build the body. History can shape the scars, but neither one can tell a man what kind of man you are.

I was never their hero, never asked for the name. They sent me their wars, their ghosts, and their blame. They move me across their battlefield like a piece they couldn't lose. They control the information, but they never own the choice I choose. If I was only made for killing, then tell me what survive. I built the cage around my life. I will never own my mind.

War has changed and I change with it. Another face, another battlefield, another grave. I couldn't forget. So tell me now, did I change the world or only survive what it became? When the last gun falls silent, will anyone remember my name? No children carrying my blood. No nation built beneath my hand. No monument, no throne, no promise. That was never what I wanted. Maybe leaving nothing was the only way to win it.

But the past does not stay buried just because we turn away. Someone has to keep the memories. So the future gets to say I cannot give them peace forever. I cannot choose the road they take. But I can leave the truth behind me and let them make their own mistake. Break the system. Break the chain. No more soldiers for their game. No more legend the pain. Let the future do this. Kill the game. The machine never saw the head behind the scene of the mission they chose to fight. They never chose who I am inside. I was never their hero and I don't need the name. I carried their words. I buried their shame. They move me across their battlefield. But one thing still stay. They could control the battlefield. They can never control my mind. I was born from someone's legacy, but I won't leave mine the same. No army, no empire, no endless war beneath my name.

If you ask me what I left behind, when I finally leave this lie. Not a legend, not a weapon, just the right to choose your side. Kept you waiting to be the hero I'll be. I'm done keeping you waiting.

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Back to my devilish tricks.

Works well at a strength of 1

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