Heroes can't save the world.
If the world needs it, I don't mind playing the villain.
Perhaps a human cleansing plan would be better suited to changing this rotten and ignorant world.
So...
You weakling.
Tell me.
You don't even have the courage to stay alive.
So why should I bother saving trash like you?
Friendly reminder: This is an original story, not a dark novel or an angst-filled one. The protagonist isn't a saint, and the story focuses on building up his power.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
