Chapter 1: Last day in this world
Inside a certain luxurious room, lying on a large bed, one could notice a young man lost in thought, staring fixedly at the ceiling with clouded eyes.
Looking around the room, it’s easy to confirm that the owner of this space has a refined taste in architecture. However, what draws the most attention in this room is a shelf filled with trophies.
Trophies indicating first place in various disciplines — from swimming to archery, cooking, wilderness survival, climbing, advanced mathematics, and many others.
Certainly, this would be a source of great pride and happiness for anyone.
However, for the young man lying on the bed, it brought, at most, a bit of satisfaction.
— "No matter what I’ve done and achieved, this emptiness never goes away," thought Aziz monotonously.
Aziz, the name of the young man lying on the bed, grew up in an orphanage. Since childhood, he knew he was different from the other children his age, both mentally and physically.