I am the last surviving descendant of the Wizard Clan, yet in the eyes of the world, I am a monster. They speak righteously of protecting the world, but all they want is to put me to death. I scoff in disdain.
He and I knew each other long ago, but we went our separate ways and vanished from each other's lives. All that remained was the hazy innocence of our childhood.
Later, that tall figure walked toward me with unhurried steps. The bright yellow of his clothes lit up my eyes, numb in the darkness. "Win the world for me, and I will grant you a lifetime of glory and riches." His voice was cold and domineering, leaving no room for refusal. But I had never cared for wealth and glory. Still, when I gazed at his godlike profile, I found myself agreeing.
In just a few years, he stood at the pinnacle of the world, while I escaped the dreaded name of monster and became The Outcast, second only to one and above all others. All it took was a single word from him. And with another word, he gave that woman the throne of empress and promised her a lifetime of love.
Truthfully, from the moment we first met, all I wanted was his heart. But what good did that do? Following the sword piercing my chest, I saw his cold, merciless eyes. I smiled. "Wizards cannot be harmed or destroyed. I've been lonely for so many years, and I'm tired of this world. If you want me dead, all you have to do is say the word. Why go to all this trouble...?" Gripping his sword, I drove it fiercely through my heart. The vivid crimson made his eyes ache.
The writing style is so immature, I guess the author is no older than junior high school! If the mental development is delayed, high school may also be