For so long.
Before he joined Dark Night City, hatred had been his sole reason to keep living. Ever since he was an ordinary human on Blue Star, the Flesh God Cult had altered and interfered with his fate, bit by bit. From his parents' deaths, to the death of the person he cared about most, to the death of the senior from Dark Night City who had saved him, he had been just like Lynn. The greatest goal he had devoted his life to...
Was to witness the destruction of the Flesh God Cult with his own eyes!
And now, the culprit behind it all stood before him, sneering. Not long ago, he had killed yet another important person in his life.
The hatred and killing intent in his eyes had all but reached their peak.
"You may be a nobody, but I remember you."
The Flesh Dominator looked down at his expression with amusement, as though regarding an insignificant ant.
"You spent a very long time entangled with my subordinate in that little curse. He has always considered you the greatest humiliation of his life. He intended to create an undead being that hated everything, but never imagined you could emerge from those circumstances. I must admit, that really is ironic."
White Night gritted his teeth and said nothing, weighing the gap between them.
Death Omen Rank.
And without a doubt, the Flesh Dominator had just fought a battle not long ago. The vessel housing his projection had suffered tremendous damage.
Given the circumstances, that must have been the greatest legacy Lynn had managed to leave behind, with everything he had.
Yes.
He was dead!
From the moment the Flesh Dominator appeared before him, that last faint thread of hope in his heart had finally snapped.
His fury