The Universe Is the Game, All Beings Are Its Pieces

"What did I do wrong by wanting only to live? Why must I, the king, bear the karmic burden of every evil deed? Why must my family and friends be burdened with sin? Why must the one I love die, her soul scattered, leaving us unable to be together in this life or any life to come?" The man roared at the heavens. The longsword in his hand had already snapped, and his Imperial-grade silver armor was in tatters, giving off a faint, mournful wail. Imperial blood spilled across the cosmos, throwing the laws of space into turmoil and unleashing countless wondrous omens.