"I've got no goal to begin with."
"That's truly pathetic of you."
"I know, which is why I'm making you my goal."
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Cruelty and treachery are the only ways to advance in this world. With the alluring promise of getting everything once you su...
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"That kind of power... Exactly what kind of irregularity did you allow to enter?"
A day has gone by since the crown game. The result of that event itself has come to a fair conclusion: Anaak's win in the Black March. There was no objection that came her way or any other remarks that went against the deal. Everything proceeds according to how they have been settling those bets.
However, the ordinary power that ignites within that game transcends what can be called common sense. That power that was out of the ordinary and ignited conflict sooner or later has been found within someone else's core: Baam's power. It's the only power that can belong to one individual without worrying whether someone is capable of taking it for themselves.
The irregulars themselves were a phenomenon, anomaly, or entity within this tower. The kind of authority that irregulars wield is the kind that allows them to break the law, disregarding how the tower must revolt, and begin the life of a revolutionist. Most importantly, no one is capable of preventing the turmoil that they will soon bring forth.
"Who knows. This was not what I had anticipated."
"That is an outright lie."
The taste of bitterness that invades one's senses, the smoke that arises from the mug of coffee, and the peering eyes that look over the black liquid — this sort of method of relaxation is awfully effective, which she hates to admit. "These miserable regulars unwittingly fell for your schemes, didn't they?"
"What sort of schemes are we bringing up?" Hansung Yu asked with a calm demeanor. Delicately, his fingertips were grazed by the handleless mug, his yellow-hued eyes locking against those observant ones.
Vior had leaned her back on the cushion, enjoying the warm liquid that soothed her thirsty throat. What can she do regarding this? She had been paying close attention to the game and the fight, weighing each ability and compatibility against the role for the upcoming position test.
