Only madmen dared stare into the abyss, even give it the middle finger, and seize the key called "evolution."
Sasamori Aya.
Without a doubt, she was among the finest of those madmen.
To glimpse the view from the summit, even if she ran until her legs broke, she would crawl up on her hands.
It was precisely this utter purity.
This resolve to abandon everything to grow stronger-including herself.
Even in Orario, where gods gathered, it was a rare talent.
By now.
The night had deepened.
Even the insects outside the window had fallen silent.
But the commotion in the first-floor hall had never stopped.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
"Thud!"
Sasamori Aya was knocked down.
The dull sound of flesh striking wooden boards.
Then the sound of her struggling to rise.
She charged again.
Was knocked down again.
Got up again.
This was not sparring at all.
It was a one-sided thrashing.
It was also a form of self-destructive training.
But every time she fell, Sasamori Aya grabbed Haimo's hand like an addict, demanding that he update her stats immediately.
Even if they rose by only a single point.
Even if that string of numbers underwent only the tiniest change.
Sasamori Aya would reveal that unsettling smile.
This was trampling over her own limits.
By now, even Sasamori Aya's consciousness had begun to blur.
The world before her swayed, and Haimo gradually became a double image in her vision.
But Sasamori Aya's body still moved.
Moved on instinct alone.
The skill called [Battle Frenzy] roared.
As long as the target before her called a "god" had not fallen, as long as those numbers had not reached their peak, her body would not stop.
"Again..."
Sasamori Aya's voice was already as faint as a mosquito's whine.
Her throat had long