On a late autumn night, stars filled the sky, shimmering with an evil light beside the moon. Beneath the moonlight stood a young man with short black hair, dressed in black and wearing black gloves, a massive black sword in his hand. He gazed coldly at the endless corpses sprawled across the ground and the blood covering it, then said, "If this is what you call justice, then I'll destroy it."
Behind him stood several thousand people, staring in terror at the man who had already killed thousands of their brothers. The young man slowly rose to his feet and drove his greatsword into the ground with all his strength. With a booming crash, dust filled the air. He pulled off his gloves, and his combat power surged. Darkness enveloped the men, who stared in panic at the young man opposite them. "Th... this... is this guy... a monster?"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
