Cycle Of Nirvana

In my childhood, I grew up enduring hardships thanks to the love of my stepfather. No one in my clan liked me. To them, I was nothing but useless garbage.At that time, I thought my sufferings were too great. Now that I think about it, those troubles were actually as insignificant as a grain of sand in a huge desert. It was thanks to the events that began with my learning that I was a Chosen after I left my clan.Who had chosen me? What did it mean to be chosen? What was I chosen for? I didn't know that back then. All I knew was the existence of the book in my soul, which taught me more about it as I got stronger and there were other chosen ones besides me. If I could go back in time, would I do the things I did again? Would I be naive enough to make that bloody decision again? Could I have guessed that the truth was so cruel?In a world full of mysteries where the law of the jungle reigns, the great and colossal journey of someone who people wouldn't even call garbage