I am not a son of doom

I am no child of misfortune. What does it feel like to envy the divine? A third eye emerges between furrowed brows, fate-stricken, with a wife lost too soon… To bring back his beloved, the cursed youth Gu Que harnessed his “ill-fated constitution,” scouring the land for relics, slaying nobles, and battling across realms of gods and demons. Along the way, he amassed a legion of admirers… until at last, he rose as the sovereign of calamity itself.

Destiny marked him from birth, yet defiance burned in his veins. Each step he took was shadowed by ruin, yet he turned despair into strength. Artifacts whispered secrets to him alone, their power bending to his will. Princes fell before his blade, their arrogance no match for his resolve.

Through blood and chaos, he carved his legend—not as a victim of fate, but as its master. The heavens trembled as he ascended, no longer a pawn of doom, but its ruler. Love had been his spark, vengeance his fuel, and in the end, the realm bowed to the one who conquered destiny.