I have always known that in the magic world, the jungle of the jungle favors strength.
It doesn't matter, I'm usually the stronger one anyway.
So I have been living quite a free and unrestrained life, doing whatever I want, patting my butt and leaving after causing trouble, and I have become famous unknowingly.
The six-eyed look towards me appeared to be loose and frivolous, but in reality, he and I tacitly drew a clear line between them, and there was a vague feeling between the two of them.
The Curse Spirit Operator has always been gentle to me. He often invites me to have a drink and talks to me about his ideals. It is obvious that he wants to recruit me into his gang.
The young superman who was accompanied by the huge mantra spirit always approached me cautiously, and the yellow-haired young master of the Chanyuan family even called me "sister". There is also the Cursed King who makes no secret of his desire to conquer me, the part-time Cowherd and the Cursed One who are willing to do anything for me...
My life in the world of magic has been easy.
Until one day I lost all my power.
That day the sky was gray and the rain was pouring.
I lay in the mud, gasping for air and struggling weakly, and every inch of my bones felt a sharp pain.
My vision was blurred and I didn't have the strength to raise my head. I could only bluff and stare fiercely at the pair of leather shoes in front of me.
The man stepped slowly and stopped in front of me. Water splashed on my face and he slowly squatted down.
He grasped my chin with his fingertips and raised my face.
Probably because he didn't do this kind of thing often, his strength was a bit stiff, he tightened his grip and then loosened it a little.
I lowered my eyes coldly.
In the past, I would have kicked this person ten meters away.
My head felt dizzy, my eyes were blurry, and even my teeth were trembling.
He seemed to be amused by my appearance, his chest vibrated, and he laughed for a long time.
"That's so interesting, Rei."
The sound sounded far and near in the rain.
He didn't mind being dirty either. He pressed his hands against my wet temples, almost biting my earlobe, and sighed softly:
"Seeing your miserable state, I understand what it means - retribution."
I know that some men see me as arrogant and domineering.
But I never knew so many men hated me.
It doesn't matter.
I swear, one day I will get back all the torture that was inflicted on me.
After a long time, I could no longer figure out whose bed I was chained to, and I couldn't remember which pair of bloodshot eyes kept watch until dawn last night.
Just thinking out of boredom and lack of interest:
The ship of Theseus... Isn't the same ship after all.
Because I, it seems, can never be the same person again.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
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The XP is released, and it is extremely bloody.
First person, black mud, beauty, strength and misery, forced love, maid (should be counted, all crematoriums).
(The copy has been screenshotted)
Intention: Work hard to get out of the predicament.
