Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[112] First Strike!

[You are born, and you are a Pure Heart.]

[At the moment of your birth, the room was filled with extraordinary phenomena. The large space was enveloped in a mist that spread like a mystical fog, turning the entire room into an ethereal realm, making everyone present exclaim in astonishment.]

[The talent Pure Heart has awakened: You are a natural prodigy in the path of cultivation, possessing exceptional aptitude. You can hear what ordinary people cannot hear and see what ordinary people cannot see. Unfortunately, this is not entirely a good thing.]

"...Damn, what is this nonsense again?"

[The Pure Heart will bring an overwhelming amount of spiritual insights, Forgetfulness will turn you into a carefree person, and Master of Fate will attract the attention of outer entities... these three talents clearly indicate that you're set to descend into madness.]

[Cursing the system in your heart, you think of a certain novel character that you remember having the same tragic fate as you, and you instinctively pull on your umbilical cord, trying to cause a severe hemorrhage and end this simulation filled with potential torment, hoping for a chance to restart.]

[Unfortunately, your effort is too weak, and you are immediately held tightly by your worried and concerned parents.]

[Your mother carefully cuts your umbilical cord, her actions causing even more astonishment as they believe you were trying to break free from the womb on your own.]

[Then, you decide to hold your breath, hoping to suffocate yourself. This action causes the midwives to gather around you in anxiety.]

["Cry, why isn't the young master crying? If he doesn't cry, there could be trouble..."]

[Cry? Even crying takes time! This body isn't as resilient as the one in Son of the White Dragon. As long as you don't cry, you should soon be able to suffocate from lack of oxygen.]

[The midwives, anxious, begin to rub your abdomen to make you cry, but it has no effect.]

["Hand my child to me..."]

[A weak female voice echoes in the room, and you, wrapped in swaddling clothes, are passed into the arms of a gentle woman.]

["My dear child, don't be afraid... Mother is here, don't worry, I will hold you..."]

[A soft lullaby drifts into the air.]

[You look at the sweat-soaked forehead of your mother, listening to her sing a lullaby, seeing her eyes filled with endless love and tenderness.]

[With a sigh from the depths of your heart, you cry out loudly.]

[Under the care and love of your parents, you slowly grow up in a luxurious mansion.]

[You often stand by the quiet pond in the manor, staring at your reflection in the water, thinking about ending this simulation. But the hopeful faces of your parents make it hard for you to make that decision.]

[So be it, what if you are a Pure Heart? You are the cursed Son of the White Dragon, the Godslayer of Sparta. There is no torment that can shake your dark will.]

[As time passes, you gradually learn that you were born into a wealthy and prominent family. It seems that there was once an ancestor who achieved success in cultivation.]