Many years ago, someone predicted that he would die on a nameless little island, his body left to rot under the relentless assault of the tides. Many years later, he was not only alive but had earned a nickname - "The Black Scorpion Emperor". He was no emperor, merely renowned. Some people are born with an uncanny tenacity for life - he was one of them, so much so that it was unsettling. … The world was divided into nine factions, each with ninety-nine kinds of fighting professions. This is a story woven with elements of fantasy and steampunk. Pirates, the undead, and treasure! Androids, steam airships, gunners! When he, born into a family of bandits, stepped out of the desert, he sparked an era of tumult.