"Sis."
"I hate this so much!"
After tumbling heavily from the vehicle onto the ground, the young man curled up in agony. His fingers had been chopped off, leaving him without even the right to wield a blade and die like a warrior.
He did not know why people had to deceive him, nor did he know why he had to suffer such misery.
He had worked so hard to stay alive. Even though his own life was so difficult, he had still helped others. He had relied entirely on his own hands and on the Credit Points the siblings had painstakingly saved before he finally saw hope of changing his Destiny.
Yet Destiny seemed to have played a colossal joke on him. His kindness had been exploited, while his naivety and trust had been treated as weakness and foolishness.
Staring at the darkness above him and that crimson maw, the young man's eyes filled with unwillingness to accept this.
Why do those who work hard never get a good ending?
Why is power always in the hands of evil people!?
Why is this world so unfair!?
Why are they destined to be betrayed!? Is kindness wrong? Is trust wrong!?
"Do you hate them?"
"Are you unwilling to accept this?"
In that instant, a calm voice, as if from another world, suddenly rang out in his mind.
Time seemed to stop flowing. The boy jolted and instinctively tried to find the source of the voice.
"Kindness is not wrong. What is wrong is that someone exploited your kindness."
"Power is not evil either. Evil comes from its user."
"Those who betrayed you are not strong. They are merely a bunch of cowards, a bunch of trash who don't dare fight monsters. They only dare tremble before the darkness, then raise