Veythor's philosophy once seemed certain: riches guarantee comfort, poverty demands survival, freedom allows transcendence. Yet even the most liberated souls discover invisible fetters. This world grants no refuge—anguish penetrates every tier of existence, and all roads lead inexorably to death. No hopeful fable dwells here. No redemptive legend echoes through these pages. This chronicles the devastating journey of a man broken repeatedly by fate's merciless machinery—devastated, forsaken, ravaged. Bound to an eternal wheel of reincarnation, this soul returns unwillingly to a realm that devours all who enter, only to be shattered once more. Every rebirth plunges him deeper into oblivion. Yet surrender need not be his destiny. Will he shed the delusions of compassion that once enslaved him? Can the fragments of his fractured consciousness crystallize into something unprecedented? A brilliant schemer tempered by anguish. A force of nature engineered to obliterate everything, including his own essence. Veythor's account unfolds here: the man who transcended death's silence. The man who may obliterate destiny itself.