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- — Die! Perish! Who gave you permission to breathe?
- In the first era, there was a man on the side that was called Good.
- But even amongst them, he was clearly different.
- His anger, resentment, overwhelming killing intent, his curse for the enemies — everything was stronger, deeper.
- Although it was true that the side of Good was generally brutal and destructive, he towered above them all.
- Maybe it would be better to say that the hatred was the only thing he had in common with them.
- And so, he kept fighting armed with his hate alone.
- Be there countless foes or superior allies, he would plunge into the fiercest battlefield, alone.
- He’s a fool, completely insane. What’s wrong with him?
- When I first saw him run wild, my only feeling was of contempt. But in the next moment, this emotion changed into astonishment.
- — Where’s Evil? Where’s that scum? I will destroy it all, leave no trace behind.
- He would not accept death. He would not suffer defeat.
- No matter how hopeless the situation was, he still lived through and kept killing.
- Twisted reasoning that overwhelms any human logic.
- Through his wicked path to Hell, with a sword alone, he entered God’s domain.
- In the whole six subsequent worlds, not a single person could match this man born in the very first era, who kept fighting, ceaselessly taking lives over and over.
- Hitting, gouging, chopping, again and again.
- There’s no equal to him in how much blood he shed, and how much blood washed over him.
- Looking at them, and hearing their agony.
- He alone eradicated the whole universe.
- — I am not Good? Well, that’s just perfect. Then I will become Evil that eats preys on Evil.
- Without mortification, without regret, rejecting everything, the one who feels no remorse over his evil deeds.
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