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"Help...help... m-me..."

With cold and merciless eyes, I stare at the cold, blooded body of a dying girl right in front of me. All I could feel was irritation and boredom as she asked help from me repeatedly, begging for her life. I step closer towards her helpless body full of blood, holding on for dear life and slowly losing her breath. She begged me one more time to spare her but without so much as a second thought, I slammed my foot right on her head with force.

Die! Die! Die! That's the word that keeps on repeating on my mind as I keep on stepping on her head. I stopped when I saw the splatter of blood on the ground.

Oddly, the sight of her disgustingly distorted face makes me undeniably ecstatic. I smirked. But the feeling only lasted for a second, the smirk turned into fury.

I failed again in finding the real sorcerer, the beast who killed my family and burned our house down and kept me in the dungeon of vengeance for as long as I can remember.

I don't have that immense, out of this world power but what I feel right now is enough to kill a large number of people just to find that monster and make whoever that is pay. And I swear with all that I have, the payment won't be cheap.

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