Kill Your Fate

"Crack... crackle..."

The sound of rubble rolling down echoed continuously from all around.

The wreckage of buildings was piled up like garbage.

In one corner of the redevelopment district, a disaster-like scene lay before them.

Ophelia raised her head and looked around.

The abandoned buildings surrounding her had all collapsed, as though they had been forcibly pushed over, leaving behind nothing but miserable ruins.

The ground was emitting smoke filled with toxic fumes.

Purple gas permeated the air.

The earth-shaking commotion had gone on for an unknown length of time before finally subsiding.

In the end, all it had left was the ruins before her.

"Ah..."

Ophelia let out a grief-stricken sound.

"I took everything around me again..."

Savage power represented everlasting destruction.

Yet Ophelia could never grow accustomed to it.

That had been decided long ago.

Ophelia's ability had always been known for its brutality.

Toxic smoke and miasma were originally powers that took life.

But Ophelia had made that ability even more violent, raising its power to astonishing heights.

In the past, this kind of power had claimed an unknown number of lives around her.

This was a redevelopment district, so there should have been no one here, but who could say whether wild animals that could not be kept in captivity had been hiding in those abandoned buildings? Or whether flowers, grass, and trees struggling to bloom had stood resiliently here?

Now, Ophelia had taken all of them away.

Even the gangsters who had fallen around her, previously groaning in pain, had disappeared.

They had most likely been buried beneath the surrounding rubble.

All because of Ophelia's ability.

"This is my fate..."

Leaving those words behind, Ophelia was just about to turn and leave.

However, a voice greeted her.

"If that's the case, then your fate is