I once believed life a simple equation: the wealthy thrive, the impoverished endure, the unburdened soar. Yet, even the freest of birds find their wings clipped by unseen cages. In this world, no station offers sanctuary; suffering, an inescapable shadow, finds all. And in its grim embrace, all paths converge upon death.

This is not a chronicle of fleeting hope.
This is not a legend whispered of redemption.

This is the harrowing saga of a man twice shattered by the cruel hand of fate.... crushed, betrayed, mutilated. A soul condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, dragged back to a world that refuses to release its grip, only to fall, again and again. Each return a fresh descent into the abyss.

But will he forever kneel, a puppet to his torment? Will he remain the naive fool who clung to the illusion of kindness? Or will the fractured remnants of his being coalesce into a force the world has never witnessed? A mastermind forged in the crucible of despair. A monster destined to unravel all, even himself.

This is the tale of Veythor: the man who defied the quietude of death.
And perhaps… the man who will shatter fate itself.

As the wounded snake slithered past, Raika let out a shaky sigh of relief. His chest rose and fell, heart pounding like a drum against his ribs.


he muttered, forcing a weak laugh as if laughter could erase fear. His tone trembled, not with courage, but with denial... like a child refusing to believe in the monster lurking under his bed.


But Veythor did not share his relief. His crimson eyes remained sharp, carved with caution. He did not look at Raika, nor at the snake itself, but at the trail of blood it left behind. To him, every detail in the world was a thread spun by fate, and this one reeked of malice.


The thought echoed in his heart, heavy as lead, merciless as iron.


Chapter 24 - Falling down