All Starting Talents Depend on Picking Up

I once devoured all the light in my life, and finally ended my rotten life in cheap alcohol. Death is not the end. I was reborn as a refugee in the world of swords and magic, bound to the "Bequest System of the Heavens" - no gifts, only costs. I have become a "talent shelter" for regretful geniuses from all over the world. Every time I merge, I have to relive the most painful moment before their death. Hungry to the point of death, I attracted the broken sword heart of the fallen sword master, at the cost of reliving his sword that was pierced by his beloved every night; witnessing the tragic death of a child, I picked up the ashes of the legendary Balrog, at the cost of the everlasting soul mark in the palm of my hand. They call me "the son of the curse" and "the moving natural disaster", and are afraid of the tragic death of all the worlds that I bear. But they don't understand that I am not so greedy in collecting these thorny gifts and enduring the pain of countless dead people just to ascend to the throne of God. I just want to practice secretly during this long journey of completing regrets for others—— How to save the self who once destroyed everything with his own hands. "Picking up" talents from all realms? No, I'm just collecting enough "second chances" to pave this road of despair into a bridge home.