The Transmigrator's Three Philosophical Questions

Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? From the moment you transmigrated into this world, you began searching for the answers to these questions. You went from judge to mayor, then from mayor to lord, but found no answers. You went from lord to feudal lord, then from feudal lord to king, and still found none. You went from king to tyrant, then from tyrant to demon, and still you had no answers. At last, you reclaimed your own name. Then you became a mighty river, shattering mountains and cutting through the north wind and snowy plains. You herded the clouds, snatched away the moon, and swallowed the stars and the heavens. You are divine grace, plague, thunder, and rain. You are a tiny ant, a dragon on the horizon, the king of all living things, and a lamb of fate. The justice you wove was a lie it used to deceive you. You danced a ridiculous dance in the sheepfold without hesitation, all just to find the answer. At last, you saw the answer. You learned the answer. You killed the answer. You cut off its head and roared in fury as you stood upon its corpse. The head of the “answer” stared at you and spoke: “Haven Umbside, you will never find the answer.”