I Rewrote My Fate in Desperate Straits

The world has its rules, and fate has its limits. The rise and fall of all living beings are firmly bound by fate, rules, and class. Everyone submits to the ending ordained by the Heavenly Dao. No one dares defy it, and no one can break free. He was once trapped in a desperate situation, burdened by shackles, held back by the people he cared about, and born with flaws. No fortuitous opportunities fell from the sky, and he never mindlessly cheated his way to power. Amid the predetermined game of fate, caught between the schemes of competing factions, he did not seek survival by resorting to violence and victory, nor make a living through the thrill of face-slapping his enemies. At every turn, he weighed his choices and shouldered his burdens. With a mortal body, he broke through his constraints; with unwavering resolve, he defied his fate. If the Heavenly Dao has decreed that I must sink into ruin, then I will rewrite the fate of heaven itself with my own hands, even from the depths of despair.