The Warrior of Light Kicked Open the Tavern Door and Used Detect Evil Instead of a Greeting

"You saw it, right? I really wasn't lying to you."

On the deck of a black ghost ship sailing through unfamiliar starfields, the pirate captain wore a sorrowful expression as he hypocritically wiped away tears. Drawing out his words, he spoke to Diakum, whose face was as dark as water:

"Those pitiful souls in the hold, with nowhere left to go, were personally salvaged by me from the Void Quadrant. It was my duty. I had to gather those lost souls.

"I once thought I was doing a good deed too. But when I excitedly handed those poor people over to our 'Raven' sage for the first time, I saw with my own eyes how cruelly those old bastards treated them.

"Those bastards pick the most evil and difficult worldlines for souls that already have no one to rely on, then throw them in, like tossing living people straight into hell.

"Just like this life of yours!

"But you were already a great soul. Even after losing all your power and memories, you were still a tempered warrior. With my 'little help,' you could stubbornly face every storm fate threw at you. No disaster could make you bow that proud back of yours.

"However, can those souls whose pasts are murky even to themselves accomplish such a feat?

"They can't!"

The pirate waved his hands. With a mysterious starport drawing ever closer ahead, he berated him through flying spit:

"The vast majority of them don't even survive a year after being thrown into the crucible of cruel fate. Even if they somehow adapt to their miserable lives, they still have to grit their teeth and keep going. And all their sorrow and misery become nothing more than entertainment for those lofty bastards!

"And there's this guy called the Dream God