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“We are not here to survive. We are here to die.” A female swordsman stopped at the highest platform. She surveyed the people listening to her with bated breath.

“But we will die fighting!”

People looked at her with stars in their eyes. She was covered with a great halo. Dazzling. Unrefined. She resembled a proud bird that soared in the sky. She didn’t hide her ugly side and embraced them. Callouses, scars… they were her badges that only highlighted her shine!

“Our race might be defeated. But our spirit won’t! There’s no hope! But our hearts are still beating!”

“What do humans want?”

“Freedom?”

“No!” The people at the plaza shouted.

“Survival?”

“No!” An ear-piercing chorus of shouts.

“Power and riches?”

“NO!” This time, their screams combined into one and reached the vault of the sky.

“We want to kill!!!”

Tristan stared at her back with shining eyes. But he gripped his fist soon after. Unwillingness flashed in his eyes before he calmed down.

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“I only dreamt of looking you at the side. But God gave me more. I am already satisfied that I can support you.”

His train of thought was interrupted by the round of thunderous applause. A smile appeared on his face as he watched her bathed with dazzling light. He calmly walked away from the crowd.

Humans still had a few hundred people back then. Everyone believed they could slay the Crime Lords one day. Thus, he would prepare for that day to help relieve some of her burdens.

“Why are you going back so soon?” A charming fragrance invaded Tristan’s nose. He turned around and saw the female clutching his arm.

“Isn’t he the cold guy?” People followed the female and saw a man clad in full armor. They began whispering with each other.

“Ah yes. They said he was rich before. He doesn’t like to speak to pheasants like us.”

“That’s why he’s alone.”

“Maybe he’s so ugly that’s why he’s hiding in that cold heavy shell?”

“Cynthia is blind to befriend that guy. Later, we should hint to her how bad that guy is.”

This was the time when people still had little self-realization. They still thought everything would come back to the beginning.

Tristan lifted the corner of his lips. He was dissatisfied. Why did she have to put herself with him? People’s ignorant words were also targeting her. It was okay if they only attacked him.

Tristan patted her hand to say he was fine. He made a thumbs up and dragged his broadsword. He didn’t see the complicated expression the woman had.

At night, thunder boomed. It had been so many years since the last rain. Only thunder, lightning, and black clouds would appear from time to time. The temperature increased, unstopped. Creatures who couldn’t evolve to withstand heat had already been extinct.

“Why are you here?” Tristan heard a knock on his door and opened it. But the person he saw outside made him shocked.

Cynthia? What was she doing here in the middle of the night? He hurriedly dragged her to his humble hut and glanced around to see if someone had seen her.

“You can’t be here!” He wrote. But a petite hand clasped his hands. The woman of his dreams stared straight at him.

“This is my last chance. I don’t want to be filled with regret.” Saying that, Cynthia swiftly removed Adrian’s face.

The latter’s eyes bulged and his breathing became hurried. He didn’t want her to see his ugly appearance!

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