Being invincible really is lonely.
The road to invincibility is truly full of hardships, too.
Why do so many people choose to become invincible, enduring torment through all that pain?
Some want to rise above everyone else; others want a world without anyone standing above the rest.
Since transmigrating gives one the chance to become the chosen one of a world, why not help all under heaven once you have the means, and choose the latter path?
Let the pain come even more fiercely! After enduring thirty million tribulations, I swear I will attain Buddhahood.
Why envy power, wealth, or beauty? I don't care for them. I already have it all.
I don't seek power, but power insists on choosing me, saying I must enact its policies.
I don't covet wealth, but wealth insists on giving itself to me, saying only I can bring happiness to more people.
Beauty is a blade above one's head, but I walk right through a forest of blades.
