Infinite Fate Forger

My father jumped off a scaffold for 300,000 yuan. I thought it was an accident until I saw his fate. Over three years, his fate's cracks were torn inch by inch—from 12% to 97%, like a fattened pig. Those in white coats called it 'aging'. Now they're after me. They say I'm an S-rank fate forger, waiting for enough cracks to harvest. They gave me 72 hours: either kill or be killed. But they forgot—a starving wolf bites the hunter's throat first.