This is the tragic record of a hunter who fell into madness while purely seeking the "strongest single strike."

"The perfect talisman won't drop." "The Qurious Crafting stats aren't enough." After thousands, tens of thousands of attempts in the endless swamp of RNG, the man's mind completely shattered.

Discarding everything, even the weight of armor, he became a grotesque figure with the cursed 'Mail of Hellfire' etched directly into his flesh. The voices of his former comrades calling out in tears do not reach the hollow eyes deep beneath his bamboo hat.

Ignoring Guild warnings and even rewriting the system to crawl back from a "near-death double-carted state," this man is no longer a hunter, but a 'Human Disaster' who manipulates absolute causality.

The silent Asura quietly readies his Amatsu Great Sword. From here on, neither concepts nor miracles will work. There is no way to survive other than to crush that obsession, head-on, three times over.