Kamiizumi squinted pleasantly, fascinated by his current fame and the cheers of the people.

As an upright young and vigorous human youth, those reverent gazes made him drink wine.

For the vast majority of human beings, social recognition is something that occupies a strong enough color in the course of life.

It is difficult to define the significance of such things for human civilization and individual life so simply.

But it is clear that it has played a significant role in the course of human history.

For Kamiizumi Takane, the life he now has is exactly what he desires:

The girls looked at him with longing eyes, and every time he appeared in public, he was able to cause bursts of screams.

Perhaps for those who have inherited traditional swordsmanship, swordsmanship is something serious and sacred.

But in Kamiizumi Takane's view, those are old ideas that cannot keep up with the trend of the times.

The sword should be happy, light, and it should bring something more relaxed to the bearer.

These are the things that a sweaty sword hand should be able to bring.

And those rotten ideas, like the old sword master who was defeated by his sword, are the existence that should gradually fade from the stage of the times.

This may have something to do with the era in which he grew up, in an era in which he believed that joy and suffering coexisted, and what he presented was a kind of microcosm of youth in this era.

Kamiizumi Takane took what he was getting now as a matter of course, and he never despised his sword:

Even after gaining extraordinary power in swordsmanship through the comprehensive network, he never gave up hard training.

In those lonely and lonely days, only the sweet singing voice in the headphones can bring the slightest pleasure.

For Kamiizumi Takane, sword training is certainly painful, as it means a shortcut to joy.

In Kamiizumi's view, pain and joy always need some kind of balance.

He tried to rewrite the world's definition of the sword in a distorted and unconventional way.

Maybe this is arrogant enough, but if not, why did the sword choose him?

Kamiizumi Takane held his head high, and he looked at the sun outside:

If young life shouldn't be so wanton, then it's sad......

Kamiizumi Takane brandished his sword in the light, arrogance and light shifting on his face......

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"Haven't given up yet?"

As Zesla-Ensna sat quietly by the sea and watched the tides, she heard the nightmarish voice.

The voice sounded a kind of muffled magnetism, but Zesra-Ensna knew the depth of the evil that lurked behind it......

He, or it, is called "nothing", which is what Gula Bidanqi calls a legendary evil.

In fact, Zesla-Ensina didn't know what they meant by the concept of a legendary evil.

But she knew that they were still underestimated.

His evil, only she knows best......

That's why she has been refusing Gula Bidanqi's help, and she doesn't want to see them return to this dangerous place.

"I know you hate me, but do you want to hear my story?"

The black mist condensed Wu walked up to Zesla-Ensna's side and said calmly.

He looks like a normal human, but his face is filled with various distorted expressions.

It seemed that every piece of skin on his face could be condensed into an evil emotion.

He is the deepest evil, the culmination of all the evil thoughts of all human beings in this world.

Without waiting for Zesla-Ensna's answer, Wu continued:

"Once upon a time, I was a human being."

"At that time I was mediocre, and there was no essential change in human society compared to what it is now, and the strong dominated the weak—by force or by order."

"I am the dominated, or in the words of humanity, slavery."

"But there is a difference in slavery, and I was the more secure of slavery—for I was a servant of the servant master."

"I can't remember the repetitive, pointless cultivation that seems to me to be a very inefficient manufacturing process."

"But for the slave master, it doesn't make a difference, he just needs to squeeze enough money out of the slavery."

"Later I understood the concept of the devil, I think probably the devil has a cheek of enslaving the master."

"And then, a fool ruined it all......"

All of them looked at Zesla-Ensna, and as he looked at the blue sea, the twisted expression on his face that was constantly wailing seemed to start to become more intense!

"I remember that fool was the son of a merchant from New Town, and his stupidity and arrogance are what I still remember."

"Anyway he ruined everything for me, and then I killed him......"

"I've forgotten how I killed him, maybe I was dead at that moment."

"I can't even remember the pain of that time now......"

"Anyway, I smashed his head open, and the fact was that there was no kobold feces in it, but just like us."

"Of course I've seen what's inside our heads: it's not always safe inside the mines."

Wu stretched out his hand, which seemed to be indistinguishable from a normal human.

But if you look closely, there are no lines on it, and it is smooth and clean.

"I'm amazed that such a stupid being has the same structure as us."

"In fact, after I killed him, I suddenly knew a lot of things, like my brain was changed......"

"Maybe I'm no longer me, so I gave up my old name and I gave myself a new name: 'None.'"

Without turning his head to look at Zesra Ensna, his eyes were full of darkness condensed by evil:

"Human stupidity and weakness are innate, and only coercive domination can make them orderly."

"You still don't understand ......"

No looked at Zesla-Ennsna, but Zesla-Ensina knew he wasn't talking to herself.

"You're talking about her?"

"She won't respond to your ......"

Zesla-Ensna looked at Wu Dao, and there was no fear in her eyes, even if death was just around the corner.

"No, you're wrong, if she hadn't responded, you wouldn't have been born......"

The darkness in the eyes shrank for a moment, and he looked at Zesla-Ensna and said.

"I felt the impending destruction, and it didn't matter: anything that was alive would be destroyed, but the mind wouldn't."

Wu looked at Zesra Ensena, and some invisible power in his body began to pour into Zesra Ensna's body:

"Feel my pain, and understand the nature of darkness......"

And at this time, a touch of golden light fell from the sky!

It crashed into the sea and stirred up huge waves!

"Ensna!"

An angry female voice came out of the huge waves, and then a flash of golden light pierced Wu's chest!

But in an instant his injuries recovered, and he looked at Gula Bidanqi, who was glowing with gold in the huge waves, and said:

"I'm not waiting for you ......"