I got what I wanted, and it feels like I wanted it to. It’s not bittersweet, it’s just sweet. I enjoy it. I like the challenge that’s set before me. I like showing them what I’m capable of. I like that everyone is watching me to see what I’ll do. How I’ll manage the pressure. They don’t know that there is no pressure. Not from where I’m standing. I’ve been through real pressure, I’ve been through hell. I dragged myself out of the ground before. This to me is like a palace. A palace that I will never grow comfortable with. Not as long as I live. I will always want more. I want to be the king. I want to be the one that rules his whole life. His entire day. For now that means I have to be the servant, that’s fine with me. My ego understands that this is nothing but the road to glory. It doesn’t attach itself with my role right now. It sees only what I know myself to be. It’s just a matter of time before everyone else sees it too.
This isn’t one of those hollow victories that leaves you wondering what it was all for. No, this feels right. It’s real. I earned this. I wanted it—and now I have it. And instead of breaking under the weight of it, I’m energized by it. Let them watch. Let them question if I can handle it. The Void Adventurer isn’t afraid of eyes on him. He’s spent too many years buried in shadows to be shaken now. This isn’t pressure—it’s presence.
They can’t see what I see. They think I’m just now starting the climb, but I’ve already clawed my way through the underworld. This part—this visible part—is easy in comparison. I carry no fear here. I carry intention. And I know that what looks like servitude now is only the mask of discipline. I’m not a follower of the world’s expectations. I’m a builder of my own crown. Even the palace is temporary. I’m not here to dwell—I’m here to rule.
So I serve, for now. I serve the day. I serve the vision. But my ego isn’t confused by my position. It knows who I am. The Void Adventurer isn’t dressed in robes yet, but he already walks like a king. Because he knows where he’s going. That’s what separates me. I’m not defined by what I’m seen doing—I’m defined by what I know I’m becoming. And soon, they’ll know it too.
