So We're Done Pretending?

Looking at his HP, which was down to just 1—truly a life flickering like a candle in the wind—Lin Yun felt not the slightest fear. For one thing... he knew very well that he still had two more lives.

For another, you couldn't afford to be afraid in melee. If the melee fighters got scared, who would take the hits? Who would deal the damage? So Lin Yun wasn't afraid at all. In fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

Because at that moment, Lin Yun was reminded of the days when he used to fight anyone who crossed him. Back then, all it took was one remark, and he'd charge over and beat someone's head in.

Thinking back on it now, it really was the recklessness of youth.

But back then, with only one "life," he'd dared to charge straight into a group of people. So what was there to fear now?

Sure, the other side wasn't human. They were monsters.

But... was he not a monster too?

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The feeling of dancing on the edge of a blade thrilled Lin Yun, sending him into a frenzy. It was as if he'd returned to the beginning. He didn't know exactly what this feeling was, but he knew he was excited, exhilarated, and having a blast. Then... destroy. Slaughter. And tear everything apart.

"D20+6+4+4+4+3+2=33, save successful."

Almost instantly, Lin Yun instinctively shook his head. His mind, which had begun to get carried away, cleared a little, and he realized something seemed wrong with him.

But now clearly wasn't the time to dwell on all that nonsense. Even though he was a little more clearheaded, Lin Yun's adrenaline was still pumping, leaving him feeling very much "awake."

He swung the Butchering Axe in his hand, while another