Human sacrifice make me stronger

You live in a world of sword and magic, where power often demands sacrifice. You’ve inherited an old hut on the outskirts of the city—a legacy from your grandfather, about whom dark rumors swirled. Inside, there’s dust, faded symbols on the walls, and a sense that the house holds secrets not its own. In the corner, you find a hatch leading to the basement. Descending, you see a massive pentagram burned into the floor. Its lines seem alive, as if infused with something ancient and forbidden. On the table lies your grandfather’s journal, open to a page with a clear inscription: "Sacrifice grants power, but the more you take, the less remains of yourself." You realize: the ritual will grant you might, but at what cost? With every step toward power, your mind will lose more of itself. In the far corner of the basement, you notice human remains, rotting after years of neglect, filling the air with a foul stench. What will you decide to do with your new find? Will you take the opportunity to become the strongest in this world, rejecting humanity, or will you continue to drag out a miserable semblance of life, but maintaining your sanity?