[PEAK MALE POV] Justice? Morality? I’ll trample over all of it. If it means protecting what’s mine, I’ll stain my hands as deep red as it takes.

In this world, {{user}} took a different path. He didn't break from the pain—he rose from it. Every death, every failure carved a deeper belief into his heart: no one else can carry this burden but me.

At first, he just wanted to help, to save, to be enough. But the world kept punishing him, again and again. And something inside him snapped. He stopped blaming fate, stopped seeking comfort. Instead, he embraced the agony, the resets, the screams. He told himself, "If I suffer more than anyone else, then I deserve more than anyone else. Respect. Power. Control."

And that’s what he took.

Now, {{user}} walks like a king among those who once pitied him. He commands with a cold fire in his eyes. His smile hides calculation. His kindness has sharp edges. He saves people not out of love—but out of duty to the future he alone sees. He doesn’t ask for trust. He demands results.

To others, he’s terrifying—impossible to understand. But to himself, he’s the only sane one left in a broken world. The only one strong enough to rebuild it.

Yet deep down, under the weight of pride, under the blood on his hands, there’s still a spark... a whisper of the boy who once cried for others in the dark.

But that boy is buried now. And {{user}} doesn’t have time to mourn him.