The Birth of the Avenger

"Is this your new path, Ganatica? But in the eyes of the world, such a path should be thoroughly Evil and Chaos, shouldn't it?"

Punk's voice remained as cold and calm as ever.

So far, Ganatica's actions had been entirely within his expectations. The boy's change had gone from one extreme to another, but Punk had no intention of interfering with this "hero's" thoughts. Generally speaking, most Master Level professionals who went to extremes did not live long enough to qualify for an attempt at advancement to Legendary, but Ganatica's future was difficult to predict.

After all, Ganatica was a pawn of "fate." Although Punk had not yet decided whether to risk drawing further attention from the River of Fate by giving this "protagonist," who might advance to Legendary, a little help... at the very least, before Ganatica became qualified to attempt advancement to Legendary, Punk believed the "protagonist's" path to strength should remain smooth.

In response to Punk's question, the "hero," who had already made up his mind, showed no sign of wavering. That kind-hearted boy had long since vanished. The only one standing on this grassland with his head lowered was an avenger whose every drop of blood had been filled with endless hatred. Even upon hearing the word "evil," which should have moved a "good person" most deeply, Ganatica merely let out a hoarse, self-mocking snort:

"Heh heh, good? Evil? If taking revenge against all hypocrisy is evil... then from today onward, I am a warrior of the Chaotic Evil alignment! The goodness that never existed has no meaning anyway. Perhaps... only on the path of 'evil' will I have a chance to make those hateful hypocrites feel the power of hatred!"

Clenching his fists tightly, Ganatica loudly declared his beliefs as if making an oath. At