The Quick Transmigration Bureau judged him "no longer useful" and destroyed him on the spot.
A being who called itself the God of Origins pulled him out of the erasure program.
"I'm not here to help you. I'm here to let you see what's hidden beneath the three thousand worlds."
The sky is shattering, the scripts are being written, and all living beings are following their predetermined fate toward the end.
No System interface. No mission prompts. No chance to revive.
Only himself, and the anger he refuses to swallow.
You weren't chosen. You fought your way here yourself.
Theme: Even if fate has already written the ending, it cannot crush someone who refuses to accept it.
