Ragnarok: Refusing to Be a Sacrifice for Reincarnation

I was identified as a useless prime minister, "Broken Knife", and was sent to the logistics department. Everyone thought this broken sword was useless - until the beast tide came, the lava beasts trampled the city wall, and the defenders were defeated one after another. I heard the sound of this knife at the moment of life and death. It's not scrap metal. It is waiting for the fire that is coming. After I shouted out its true name [Ragnarok: Flame of Surtur] and chopped down the giant beast with one sword, the temple told me: You are the executor of Ragnarok, and your existence will bring destruction. Learn to tell me: you are a symbol of freedom and your power should not be suppressed. But they don't know - the world has cycled countless times, and every time a "me" is chosen, and every time it fails. Surtur's calamity fire, Ymir's frost, Nidhogg's bite - these are not myths, they are the remains left by my own hands in countless reincarnations. This time, I'm not doing Ragnarok. I want to end reincarnation itself.