Three souls dwell in one body.
The first belongs to someone who once stood at the summit. He was the strongest person in history, blessed with extraordinary talent. Yet that very talent brought him endless suffering. His soul once shone like a galaxy, but now it is little more than a solitary sun. Envy of his gifts cost him everything.
The second belongs to a man destined to become the world's richest person. His face was disfigured, and from the very beginning, misfortune seemed to follow him at every turn. He fought back against the family that abused him and defeated them. But inside, he was shattered and longed to be free. The first soul granted him that release, and he became a madman feared even by the embodiment of evil.
What about the third soul?
The child born of the first two souls is no ordinary being. He is cursed by fate, burdened with a destiny no one would willingly bear. The universe itself seems bent on killing him. Born amid chaos, cold, and a faint glimmer of light, he can control space. His power is so great that it harms his own body. His talent is as boundless as the universe. His enemies are too numerous to count. His luck is abysmal.
Even so, he keeps fighting. Whatever hardship he faces, he either smashes through it by sheer force or outwits it with cunning, proving himself worthy of the other two souls within him. He keeps fighting, refusing to believe in the nonsense people call fate.
