When fortune smiles, fate delivers a devastating blow. __ My existence was complete: cherished loved ones, genuine companions, steady employment—nothing was missing. Yet completion extended beyond mere circumstance. I was an author, and my craft held my deepest devotion. My work, *'The Land of Survival'*, had risen to extraordinary prominence... I failed to comprehend then that this same achievement would shatter everything I'd built. Transmigration yanked me into my own creation, and cruelly... into the vessel of literature's most reviled antagonist, *'Fray.'* That worthless antagonist destined for early death. Should the narrative branch into 100 timelines, he perishes across 99 of them... no exaggeration present. What difference does it make? This reality holds no appeal for me... I already possessed everything... Spare me the worn narrative of redemption... one existence sufficed. Curse this realm, curse the force that imprisoned me here. I'll escape this fabrication... reclaim my former existence... by any means necessary.