Arc-7 Ch-53
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Chapter
Escape
2026
I didn’t know the exact logic governing its operation, but aside from the sections ruined by the relentless passage of time, the doors within this ruin were controlled by the central core.
In other words, the ruin could selectively decide who it would allow to pass through. In the grand scheme of things, both we and the elves were nothing more than pieces on a chessboard, moved about strictly according to the ruin’s will.
Unlike that sphere entity, the ruin possessed no direct means of attacking others. All it had was the technology to create and genetically engineer living organisms.
And yet, the ruin was masterfully manipulating the elves through a calculated mixture of truths and lies.
I could vividly imagine the ruin smugly excusing itself in the future, saying something like, “I merely provided the technology; responsibility for the incident lies entirely with the elves who acted upon their hatred of humans.”
The only reason I was playing along with the ruin’s schemes was because it was the sole entity in this world that possessed the means to save Angie.
Once my business here was finished, I intended to destroy the facility so that the technology of the Old Humans could never again be abused.
There was no hatred or rage behind that decision. I’d intended to act with the detached mindset of someone quietly disposing of a dangerous artifact before it could trigger a public catastrophe.
Or rather, I should say that had been my intention.
The sphere and the ruin were merely lost relics acting in accordance with the will of their creators, the Old Humans.
The rational part of me, clinging stubbornly to detached judgment, insisted that directing anger toward tools like blades or guns that kill people was fundamentally misguided; the true guilt belonged solely to the one wielding them. It told me I shouldn’t involve myself too deeply in this matter.
However, the rationality striving so desperately to maintain that mature composure vanished without a trace the instant I saw what emerged from the opened doorway.
For the first time, murderous intent and an uncontrollable fury surged violently through my heart toward the ruin itself.
Crunch... Crunch...
As though it were a massive man casually strolling through his own home, the creature entered the ruin’s central chamber without the slightest hesitation.
Its body structure was nearly identical to that of a human or demi-human. It grasped objects with two arms and stood upright on two legs.
But its sheer size was utterly abnormal.
Compared to this thing, even Greg, whose physique stood at the absolute pinnacle among the Kingdom of Holfort’s nobility, looked insignificant. Calling it a comparison at all felt ridiculous. And to make matters worse, the creature was standing in a hunched posture.
Furthermore, the thickness of its body was even more horrifying than its height. Its arms and legs were nearly as thick as an adult man’s torso.
Simply stretching a person vertically doesn’t automatically create a powerful physique. Without a skeleton sturdy enough to support the muscle mass, they’d end up looking like some grotesquely elongated scarecrow.
Yet even beneath its pitch-black skin, entirely unlike that of humans or demi-humans, one could tell at a glance that its muscles were swollen to the point of bursting. No human alive could ever overpower this thing through sheer physical strength.
The head atop that monstrous body was grotesque.
It was the head of a beast, something resembling a lion or wolf, radiating an overwhelming sense of wrongness, as though the head of a carnivorous predator had been forcibly grafted onto a heavily muscled human body.
Among demi-humans, there were beastmen with animalistic traits, but those usually amounted to little more than ears, tails, or thick body hair.
As far as I knew, no beastman existed with such an overwhelming impression of an actual predatory beast forcibly crammed into human form.
The fangs protruding from its snout were probably as thick and long as my fingers. If anyone were bitten by those things, it wouldn’t matter where the wound landed; their arteries would be ripped apart instantly, and massive hemorrhaging would be unavoidable.
And currently being crushed apart by those same fangs, accompanied by loud crunching sounds, was someone’s corpse.
From where I stood, I couldn’t tell whether it belonged to a human or an elf.
Only the deafening sound of chewing echoed through the chamber, completely drowning out even the hum of the ventilation system.
"We have to do something. Right now."
Every single person in this room was undoubtedly thinking the same thing.
And yet, simply watching the intruder devour the corpse made it painfully obvious that everyone was shrinking back in terror, instinctively aware of how dangerous it was.
The same applied to me. If possible, I wanted nothing more than to let this monster pass by without getting involved.
Then I noticed that the beastman was holding something in its left hand. Without paying it any attention, it remained utterly absorbed in devouring the corpse.
The corpse’s limbs disappeared into its jaws as casually as meat stripped from livestock bones. The sound of bones splintering and flesh tearing apart was unbearably loud.
The pink internal organs visible through the severed remains and the vivid crimson blood pouring from the wounds gleamed beneath the room’s lighting, making nausea rise violently in my throat.
I hadn’t seen a corpse mutilated this badly since the war against the Principality of Fanoss.
The old wounds scattered across my body began throbbing painfully, and I desperately suppressed the foul memories clawing their way back to the surface while forcing myself to keep my eyes fixed on the beastman.
The combat capability hidden within that monstrous body was immeasurable. The only thing I knew for certain was that it existed far beyond humanity.
If we looked away from this terrifying monster for even a fraction of a second, what would happen?
Driven by that instinctive terror, none of us could do anything except stare at the gruesome feast unfolding before us.
The beastman raised the round object in its left hand toward its mouth rather than the corpse held in its right.
As the lighting struck it, we finally realized what it was.
It was an elf’s severed head. Its neck had been ripped apart, separating it completely from the torso, and the beastman toyed with it casually in one hand like a piece of fruit.
Squelch...
That wet sound echoed simultaneously with several-tenths of the elf’s head vanishing.
No, it hadn’t vanished. The portion bitten off by the beastman had merely disappeared inside its mouth.
Perhaps the only mercy was that the torn section wasn’t clearly visible beneath the overflowing blood and bodily fluids, though the whitish substance near the top of the skull was almost certainly brain matter.
Then the remaining eyeball in the mangled elven head suddenly met my gaze.
Frozen in an expression of resentment, those dull, clouded eyes seemed to plead for something.
Whether it was begging for salvation or warning us that we’d be the next victims, I couldn’t tell.
My emotions whispered to me.
“Stop. Stay quiet and let it pass.”
My reason answered immediately.
“Take the shot now while the beastman is completely focused on eating.”
The one being devoured was an elf, and an extremist who hated humans at that.
With how much resentment existed between us, there should’ve been no obligation to save them, much less avenge their death.
But even if we let it pass now, what would happen once the beastman finished eating?
With a body that enormous, its stomach had to be equally immense.
And after that?
Who would it target next?
Me? The elves? Lionel? Or maybe Ariel?
Eating, excreting, sleeping, mating. Every living creature was bound by those physiological needs, and each one inevitably created vulnerabilities.
Exploiting those vulnerabilities to kill a monster was the correct tactical decision. Even the heroes of ancient legends must’ve resorted to countless tricks and schemes to slay their monsters.
Within that compressed instant, countless thoughts collided inside my head, and before I realized it, my body had already raised my rifle into a firing stance.
A cold rationality settled over my mind while a burning fighting spirit blazed in my chest, refining itself into a quiet determination to kill.
I held the breath inside my lungs and steadied myself for the precise instant of exhalation.
The movements engraved into the core of my body aligned themselves into a disciplined shooting posture despite the chaos in my thoughts, calmly preparing to take a life.
Barely ten seconds after reaching my conclusion, I was already preparing to kill the beastman.
The cold-bloodedness of my own actions frightened even me.
All that remained was to apply pressure to the trigger beneath my finger.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, the beastman, previously absorbed in its meal, turned its face toward me.
Dark voids.
That was the only adequate description.
It wasn’t that it lacked eyeballs where its eyes should’ve been.
Rather, its abnormally large black irises reflected the light like polished obsidian while revealing absolutely nothing of what lay behind them.
I couldn’t sense the slightest possibility of communication.
It looked at me the way a human might look at a rat or rabbit scurrying across the ground.
That was the exact impression it gave.
If I annoyed it, it would casually swat me aside.
If it grew hungry, it would seize me and devour me.
The disparity between our strength was so absolute that it didn’t even perceive me as an enemy.
The instant I realized that, my finger instinctively tightened around the trigger.
BANG!
The gunshot thundered through the chamber.
At the same time, I heard the heavy sound of something striking the floor.
Without lowering the muzzle, I swiftly ejected the spent casing. This wasn’t merely zanshin, maintaining follow-through after the attack. I kept my posture perfectly prepared to react instantly to any counterattack.
It had moved too quickly for my eyes to follow.
The only thing I understood was that the bullet I’d fired at the beastman had struck the wall behind it and ricocheted away.
When aiming a gun at a human target, the torso is the easiest area to hit.
The head may be a vital point, but slight movements like lowering the chin, turning the neck, or shifting direction can easily cause a miss.
The limbs are practically impossible targets against a moving opponent.
If you’re going to shoot, the torso is the safest choice. It presents the largest target, and a bullet striking vital organs like the heart or lungs, or even the digestive system, will inevitably result in death through hemorrhaging or infection.
I had aimed directly at the center mass between the chest and abdomen, a spot where dodging would require the Goddess of Fortune herself to intervene.
And yet it had dodged.
With a movement utterly impossible for any human being.
Had the beastman not maintained that same posture for several seconds afterward, I never would’ve understood what it had done.
In the tiny fraction of a second between my finger pulling the trigger and the bullet firing, it had violently folded its upper body forward.
That was all.
And yet, through sheer physical capability, the beastman possessed such monstrous flexibility that it executed a movement forcing its head nearly to the floor.
Maximum efficiency with minimal movement.
Confronted by a maneuver entirely alien to human capability and instincts sharpened beyond comprehension, I felt undeniable awe even amidst my shock.
Naturally, my thoughts meant absolutely nothing to the beastman.
The oppressive aura radiating from it intensified visibly, and the beastman finally acknowledged me, the one who had interrupted its meal, as a genuine enemy.
It dropped the half-devoured corpse onto the floor and turned fully toward me.
Its posture shifted into an extreme forward lean, almost resembling a deep bow.
I could safely assume the stance served to minimize the area exposed to attack while channeling every ounce of strength into a forward charge.
And precisely because it was a posture wholly dedicated to attacking me, predicting its next action became easy.
Now it was simply a question of whether I possessed enough firepower and strategy to kill this beastman.
BANG!!
The bullet slammed into the floor near my intended target before ricocheting away.
“Damn it!!”
The curse escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
I steadied my weapon and fired just before the enemy lunged.
The sequence had been engraved into my body through relentless repetition, executed flawlessly without even the slightest hesitation. The movement was so perfectly optimized that it could’ve served as an example in a military textbook.
There was only one reason the shot missed.
The beastman was simply too fast.
Chris, the Sword Saint serving as a royal guard in the capital, could also dodge bullets aimed at him.
According to him, “If you accurately read your opponent’s gaze, the direction of the muzzle, and the movement of the trigger finger, you can dodge a bullet by stepping only half a pace out of the line of fire.”
But the beastman’s movements were fundamentally different from the transcendent techniques of a master swordsman.
The reality was much simpler.
The beastman was simply faster than a human.
A straightforward truth, yet the ultimate one.
Up until the precise instant I pulled the trigger, the beastman had remained directly within my sights.
Then, a split second before the bullet discharged, it exploded into motion and effortlessly slipped beyond the line of fire.
The bullet smashed uselessly into the nearby wall and floor, ending its existence without ever touching its target or fulfilling its purpose.
It was the overwhelming terror of a biological disparity that couldn’t be overcome, raw physical superiority crushing a carefully crafted strategy through sheer force alone.
I steeled myself, refusing to let my body freeze beneath the suffocating killing intent directed at me, and transitioned immediately into my next attack.
Driven by pure survival instinct, my concentration sharpened to its absolute limit, barely catching sight of the beastman’s approaching jet-black form at the edge of my vision.
Time stretched unbearably, as though I were submerged underwater. The air, usually frictionless, suddenly felt thick and viscous, clinging to my body and dragging down my movements.
Even so, as my body initiated the motions required for my next attack, I arrived at a grim realization halfway through the movement.
I'm not going to make it.
Work the bolt handle, eject the spent casing, chamber the next round, level the muzzle at the target, and squeeze the trigger.
Before I could complete that sequence, the beastman’s attack would reach me.
Even if I chose to evade, my opponent’s speed eclipsed mine to an overwhelming degree.
He would probably anticipate my dodge anyway and be waiting for me, forcing me to receive his blow while trapped in an awkward, compromised posture.
Yet even during that fleeting hesitation, time advanced with merciless indifference. The beastman, who only moments ago had been wholly devoted to evasion, now charged directly toward me with one arm raised high overhead.
Attacking was pointless; dodging was impossible.
But before my cornered mind could arrive at any conclusion, my body had already instinctively discovered the answer and moved on its own.
In a single motion, I dropped my stance and thrust the rifle clenched in my hands directly into the path of the beastman’s descending arm.
CRASH!
Together with the deafening crack of impact, an abrupt sensation of weightlessness swallowed my body whole.
My mind couldn’t keep up. There wasn’t even enough time to properly grasp what had happened.
The only thing I managed to do was release my rifle and cross both arms over my head to protect it.
If a follow-up attack came, I was dead. Without question.
CLANG!
BAM!
THUD!
My body smashed into something, rebounded off it, and then probably crashed into something else immediately after.
My back, shoulders, and legs slammed repeatedly against hard surfaces. It felt as though my body was ricocheting around the room like a rubber ball.
The instant I finally stopped moving, a violent wave of agony tore through my entire body, nearly dragging me into unconsciousness.
"Ghh..."
I tried to scream, but only a ragged, muffled groan escaped my lips.
It hurt. It hurt so fucking badly.
Forget moving my arms, I couldn’t even summon the strength to twitch a single finger. The slightest attempt sent unbearable pain spearing through me.
I had definitely cracked a bone. No, several were probably broken outright.
The last time I’d experienced pain this excruciating was back when I’d still been a soldier in the Kingdom’s army during the war against the Principality of Fanoss. An enemy artillery shell had landed right beside me and blasted me away.
That horrifying sensation of being hurled into the air by the explosion’s shockwave, only to be brutally slammed back into the earth afterward.
It was the kind of traumatic memory that made me feel as though I’d burned through an entire lifetime’s worth of luck just to survive it.
If I hadn’t gone through that experience before, I probably would’ve blacked out on the spot. Funny how you never know what kind of nightmares life will eventually use to harden you.
"Father!"
"Papa!"
I could hear Lionel and Ariel calling out to me. That alone ignited a desperate sense of urgency inside me; I had to do something.
Forcing my head upward, I checked my surroundings. It seemed the beastman’s monstrous strength had sent me flying all the way into the wall.
Next, I poured what little strength remained into my legs and tried to stand. Even the slightest movement flooded my brain with agony severe enough to wipe away every other thought.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, using the fresh sting to distract myself from the pain ravaging the rest of my body. The dizziness and nausea were overwhelming, but if I didn’t move now, I was dead.
The moment I tried to take a step, my foot struck something, sending another jolt of pain shooting up my leg. Looking down, I saw my beloved rifle lying there, grotesquely deformed.
Unable to withstand the beastman’s monstrous power, the solid wooden handguard and stock had shattered completely, while the barrel itself had bent into something close to a right angle.
If a blow powerful enough to destroy a rifle like that had landed directly on a human body, death by blunt force trauma would’ve been instantaneous.
Offering silent gratitude to my partner for breaking in my place, I picked it up. Even if it could no longer fire, it could still serve as a makeshift cane.
"Gyaaah?!"
A horrifying scream rang out, and I immediately whipped my head toward the sound.
What greeted my eyes was an elf being seized around the torso and lifted into the air like a ragdoll by the beastman.
Because we had bound their hands, they couldn’t even mount any meaningful resistance and were left with no choice but to helplessly endure the beastman’s assault.
Then again, even if they hadn’t been restrained, the outcome would’ve been exactly the same.
Against the monstrous strength hidden within that beastman’s frame, the resistance of elves unfamiliar with combat amounted to absolutely nothing.
As the screams echoed through the chamber, the elves descended into utter panic.
They shouted frantically at the beastman about something; it was painfully obvious there was some sort of history between them.
On the other hand, the creature made no move to approach Lionel or Ariel, despite them being human. It appeared its targets were exclusively the elves.
"Cough... blegh..."
The instant I tried to shout at the two of them to hurry and flee, blood surged up from the back of my throat, forcing its way out of my mouth.
Had the beastman’s strike damaged my internal organs, or had a broken bone punctured something?
Either way, my injuries were far worse than I’d initially believed. There was only one option left now: run.
"Ogooh?!"
Another scream erupted. The next victim was an elf as well.
Its hand crushed the captive’s skull effortlessly, reducing the elegant-featured head to a mangled ruin like an overripe fruit bursting apart on the ground.
Just as I suspected, it wasn’t merely ignoring us because there were more elves present than the three of us.
The beastman was specifically targeting the elves, and worse, it was deliberately choosing gruesome, agonizing methods to kill them in order to intensify their terror.
I didn’t know what kind of hatred existed between them, and honestly, I had no desire to find out.
Still, if we intended to survive this situation where we could be slaughtered at any second, then having more decoys was unquestionably to our advantage.
I spat out the blood coating my mouth together with my saliva and drew in a deep breath.
Even breathing made my body creak with unbearable pain, but it wasn’t going to kill me this instant. I endured it and forced the words out from the depths of my stomach.
"RUN!!"
Driven by my roar, Lionel and Ariel immediately bolted toward the doorway they had entered through.
Living creatures instinctively flee in the exact opposite direction of an attacker, even if it means exposing their backs to the enemy.
At the same time, the panic-stricken elves, having witnessed their comrades slaughtered before their eyes, scrambled to their feet and fled as well.
The only reason I had restrained their hands instead of their legs was because moving prisoners around would’ve been troublesome otherwise. Who could’ve imagined that decision would end up saving our lives in a moment like this?
At the same time, I began making my own way toward the door.
Every single step I took caused some part of my body to scream in protest. I used every ounce of willpower I possessed to suppress the searing agony threatening to drag me unconscious.
Using the twisted rifle as a cane, I shuffled along the wall at a pace barely faster than crawling, inching toward the doorway.
"Gugyaaa!!"
"H-Help meee?!"
Even while I moved, the dying screams reverberated through the metal-clad chamber, while the thick scent of blood drifting through the air nearly made me retch.
Desperately suppressing my presence so I wouldn’t draw the beastman’s attention, I continued dragging myself along the wall.
As expected, only the elves were being attacked. Rather than playing with the corpses or devouring the already dead, the beastman seemed intent on hunting down those still attempting to escape.
Trying not to attract the beastman’s attention while simultaneously watching the massacre unfold from the corner of my eye was agonizingly difficult in my current condition.
To begin with, the fact that I hadn’t been killed instantly despite being the first one to attack it was already a miracle.
Did it assume I’d died from that earlier blow, or had its hatred for the elves completely eclipsed its interest in me?
Whatever the reason, a combination of different factors had somehow allowed me to survive this long. My luck had always been abysmal, yet somehow I always managed to avoid death by the narrowest margin imaginable at the very last moment. The Goddess of Fortune truly had a twisted sense of humor when it came to me.
"Hurry!! Hurry, Father!!"
"Please make haste, Father!!"
Lionel and Ariel, who had already escaped into the corridor beyond the doorway, frantically urged me onward.
Please, I’m begging you, stop shouting so loudly. My body can barely move after the hit I took from that beastman earlier.
I’m forcing myself to walk here while leaning on a bent rifle for support. If I lose focus and trip, I won’t be able to stand back up again, and I’ll end up as monster feed.
It seemed the beastman’s primary objective was killing and devouring the elves. If its priorities shifted toward killing everything that moved before eating the corpses, humans and elves alike would be slaughtered indiscriminately.
『...Please close the door.』
『Are you certain? Your accomplices and surviving elves are still inside.』
『At this rate, that irregular entity will slaughter everyone here. I believe that outcome would be disadvantageous for both me and you.』
『True enough. Understood.』
『However, please prioritize the escape of Leon Fou Bartfort above all else.』
『You really do ask for difficult things.』
The instant the metallic sphere and the ruins finished exchanging words, the door began sliding shut with agonizing slowness.
It was the correct decision. It was absolutely the right call, but for the one trapped on the receiving end of it, it was terrifying beyond words.
If I could reach the doorway without collapsing, I could escape before it sealed completely.
The problem came down to one simple question: whether my luck would hold long enough for the beastman not to notice me before I got out.
The elves who had only sustained minor injuries from my earlier attacks, or those who happened to be near the exit, had already escaped into the corridor.
Meanwhile, the elves who had borne the brunt of my attacks and suffered serious injuries had mostly been slaughtered by the beastman, reduced to fresh lumps of meat.
If the beastman suddenly lost interest in the elves it was killing and turned its attention toward the door, everything was over.
One step, then another, I forced my legs to move while clinging to the wall for support.
A pang of guilt pierced me as I realized the elves who had still been alive moments ago were now being slaughtered and devoured without the ability to resist because of the injuries I had inflicted upon them.
Even so, using the elves as bait to divert the beastman’s attention was the only path left if I wanted to survive.
My entire body throbbed, my lungs screamed for air, and my legs refused to obey me properly.
Slowly, desperately, and with every scrap of strength I had left, I dragged myself closer to the steadily closing doorway.
It felt as though my body had transformed into a caterpillar crawling miserably along the ground.
Just a few more steps and I’d reach the exit. It was only when I got that close that I realized the screams and the wet sounds of flesh being torn apart had suddenly stopped.
At that exact instant, a crushing pressure washed over me, as though something were drilling straight through my back.
There was no need to turn around. Honestly, I was far too terrified to even try.
It had noticed me. Not only me, but also the elves and the two children who had already escaped the chamber.
I forced even more strength into my legs and pushed myself toward the doorway, but the cold calculator inside my brain spat out a merciless conclusion.
'At this rate, I’ll be attacked before I reach the door.'
Even so, my steps never stopped.
Maybe a miracle would happen and the beastman’s attack would miss.
Maybe it would prioritize devouring the elves it had already killed and ignore me entirely.
Clinging to foolish hopes like those, struggling desperately and refusing to give up until the very end, was exactly how I had survived the war and made it this far.
A rogue knight is a cowardly, stubborn bastard who survives through sheer desperation.
Sweat poured from every pore in my body from pain and exhaustion, soaking all the way through my underwear. Careful not to let my sweat-slick hands lose their grip on the rifle, I pressed onward toward the doorway.
Through the narrowing gap of the slowly closing door, Lionel desperately thrust his head out and stretched his hand toward me.
You idiot son, forget about me and get out already.
Only a few more steps remained between me and the doorway. The instant I closed that distance, the sound of something moving thundered from behind me.
I wasn’t going to make it. That sound was almost certainly the beastman launching itself directly at me.
Reflexively, I thrust out my hand toward my son’s hand reaching through the doorway, now barely wide enough for a single person to squeeze through.
Maybe it was a futile struggle, but my survival instinct simply refused to allow me to stop fighting.
Suddenly, a brilliant flash flooded my vision. I had no idea what had just happened.
A pillar of flame erupted into existence. The roaring crimson inferno compressed into a blazing sphere, becoming a subterranean sun that illuminated my face.
"Take thiiis...!"
The moment I recognized the owner of that voice, my body gave out beneath me.
Lionel desperately tried to drag me inside, but I was a fully grown man burdened with a heavy pack; hauling my weight through the doorway was no easy feat for his still-developing arms.
"Eat... THIS!!"
Standing directly behind Lionel, Ariel had already completed the fireball spell she’d formed through magic.
Released from her outstretched palm, the fireball shot through the doorway and tore across the dim chamber.
BOOM!!
Less than a second later, the resulting blast wave slammed into my back and gave me a slight, yet desperately needed, push through the doorway.
"Gyaaaaaaargh?!"
A grotesque shriek and the violent sound of thrashing echoed from inside the chamber, but I ignored them and forced my legs to keep moving.
Having finished casting the spell, Ariel grabbed hold of me with her other hand and pulled with all her strength.
The instant my entire body cleared the threshold, the metallic door slammed shut, sealing the beastman away from us.
I was alive. Somehow, I was still alive.
As the reality of my survival gradually sank in, the agony coursing through my entire body flared back up with renewed intensity, cruelly reminding me just how far I had pushed myself.
Even so, when the twins wrapped their arms around me in overwhelming relief and joy, I couldn’t bring myself to tell them to let go. Suppressing the pain, I gently stroked their hair.
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Authors Note
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Health really is important. (Dead serious)
My health took a major turn for the worse, which is why it’s been almost a month since my last update. I’m truly sorry. (Teary-eyed)
Please take care of yourselves too, everyone. I’ll gradually start picking up the pace again from here onward.
In this chapter, Leon suffers serious injuries, so the twins are expected to take center stage in the battles moving forward.
In the next chapter, I plan to reveal the beastman’s true identity as well as the plan going forward.
Also, the long-awaited second season of the Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games Is Tough for Mobs anime is scheduled to air this July!
I’ve got to keep living... (Determination)
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