Nine-Headed Bird had many good qualities, but there was one small flaw: he was far too stubborn, almost never treating others as people.
Even if you were a weak, helpless, pitiful young girl, what did that matter in his eyes? You still had no way of entering their sight.
Nine-Headed Bird had previously founded a gang called the Nine-Headed Gang. Whether in conduct, deeds, or any other respect, it was basically impossible for any normal person to look favorably upon them.
They often oppressed other young girls or geniuses who had only recently emerged. Moreover, the number of so-called gambling houses Nine-Headed Bird and his people had secretly gotten involved with was even greater.
Far greater than anyone could have imagined. Sometimes, Nine-Headed Bird even invested all his money into running those gambling houses.
Every month, roughly several thousand gold pieces entered his treasury, so it was hard to say what to make of it.
Of course, in Nine-Headed Bird's own understanding, wasn't this simply how an era where the strong preyed on the weak worked?
If you were worse than me, weaker than me, then I would come after you, and you would be finished. If you couldn't compare to me and were inferior to me in every way, then I would make you understand what true savagery was.
Still, Ostrich was a person who sometimes gave others the impression of being especially honest and pure, a model for others.
Yet at other times, he seemed especially sinister, cunning, and fierce.
Now that Nine-Headed Bird was stranded here with crippled limbs, unable to move at all, many people who saw him were practically applauding in delight.
Nine-Headed Bird slowly dragged himself into a corner of the arena. Even if he died, he had to die somewhere worthy.
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