The Sword-Bearer of Civilization

Lu Jianwei woke amid the filth and blood of a death-row camp.

Memories of his past life intertwined with the desperation of his present one. He had become the Empire's cheapest cannon fodder.

This wasn't an ordinary arena. It was a slaughterhouse meticulously designed by the enemy with a "Fear Formation."

His companions killed one another in a frenzy. Only he could see the twisted "colors of emotion" spreading through the air.

"Interesting. Using collective fear as a weapon... A clumsy imitation."

As the enemy commander watched the slaughter through a water-mirror spell,

he saw the gaunt prisoner who had kept his head down suddenly look up.

Facing the commander's direction, the prisoner mouthed silently:

"Your histrionic personality is barely holding back your inferiority complex."