To live or die, born towards death.

In the past few years, I have experienced tremendous ups and downs, from extreme joy to extreme sorrow, struggling ceaselessly in the pool of life, both in body and spirit. Marriage, the birth of my daughter, the passing of my uncle, and the death of my grandmother all had a profound impact on my life. Greed, anger, ignorance, materialism, and aversion to separation—my weight fluctuated with my mood, from 194 to 149 pounds.

I often wonder why people suffer. Perhaps it is because our desires are too great, and what we obtain can hardly satisfy our ever-expanding material wants. Life is often filled with confusion; how should we spend our lives? Some say the meaning of life is to experience; we can't change much; we can only taste the bitterness and sweetness it offers.

Sometimes I blame fate for being unfair, watching one after another opportunity for sudden wealth slip through my fingers—Bitcoin, stocks, immigration. It seems I've had these opportunities, even if I've never truly seized them. It's as if nothing in my life has been successful. I often wonder: Is a person's life entirely dependent on fate? The protagonists in books are always like ugly ducklings, with unique backgrounds and thrilling opportunities.

The success of successful people varies widely, regardless of their circumstances or the era. Those who are destined to succeed will always find success, while those who fail seem to do so in a monotonous fashion, falling into the dust to become the backdrop and laughingstock for the successful. Thus, the unsuccessful ceaselessly pray to the heavens for a miracle, for an opportunity.

Humans are naive, placing their hopes on things that are ephemeral. Hospital walls have heard more prayers than churches, hotel beds have heard more lies than prisons, schools have witnessed more sincere confessions than weddings, and soldiers have heard more vows than priests. Departure reveals a person's heart more than meeting, separation witnesses love more truly than companionship, and the wind in summer is more desolate than in autumn.

Those destined for success are always incredibly lucky, brave, and righteous, while the failing antagonists are filthy, despicable, and shameless, always indecisive against the destined, breaking at the slightest touch.

Therefore, I want to write a book for ordinary people, for the vast number of frustrated beings who are unwilling to give up hope, a book with a truly decisive protagonist who defeats the forces of good. Everything follows the heart's desire, trampling over rules.

When demonic shadows descend, evil energy soars! He, hunched and disheveled, with bloodthirsty crimson eyes, exudes an aura of demonic energy and murderous intent, chilling to the bone.

Disdaining rules, slaughtering the righteous! He treats the world's rules as nothing and delights in slaughtering the noble paths of righteousness. His demon blade, stained with countless bloods, brings devastation wherever it goes, causing widespread misery.

Standing alone against the world, his evil might is unmatched! He wandered the world alone, making enemies of all. Spreading terror among all beings, no one can withstand his edge. He is a grandmaster of the evil sect and the most powerful being in the world.

Unpredictable and merciless! He is sometimes arrogant and domineering, sometimes cunning and deceitful, and sometimes cold and ruthless. Unpredictable in his emotions, he is inscrutable. Mastering various evil arts, his methods are cruel, even manipulating insects to bring disaster to the world.

Contemptuous of the world, unmatched by anyone! He, standing at the pinnacle, looks down upon all beings. All who challenge him meet a tragic end. His existence is the greatest threat to the world.

Between gods and demons, between heaven and earth, he alone is supreme, invoking the gods to descend!