omething I can stomach.」


Complaining about the taste of stolen blood.
For someone in prison, they’re a picky eater.

Yet I could voice nothing similar to those complaints. 

There was no need to read the mind of the being behind those doors to comprehend them. 

A vampire who had lived a millenia and would continue to persist until she was erased.

The Queen of the Sanguine.
The Progenitor of Vampires.


The oldest night who had willingly exiled herself to the abyss because she was tired of quarrels with humans.


“Fucking hell…”


No criminal could compare to those two.
The Dog King was a sacred being beyond regular animals, and the vampire was a monster that could compare to the Beast Kings.
Beings that one would never even imagine meeting in a mundane life.

Though I felt fear towards the sheer scale of the events unfolding in front of my eyes, I also felt relief.

Thankfully, the two beings were either friendly or apathetic towards human beings.
The Dog King loved humans, and the vampire would keep me alive as a source of blood.
As long as I didn’t offend them too heavily, they would spare my life.

Maybe I could even turn them to my side…

At that moment—




A strong yet sharp voice cut through the silence.
It was a voice with enough beauty to turn heads on the street, yet it was filled with nothing but hostility.

As I read the thought that accompanied the voice, I thrust myself as far as I could away from the golem.




A fracture in space.

A land of only light and dark.
The two powers contorted, as if trying to fill in an empty space.
A diagonal break formed in the darkness.
Sparks flew from the cut in the air until a spear of lightning illuminated the abyss.
An invisible blade completely split the golem in half.

The magic that ran its power, the intricate gears and circuitry, a highlight of human creation—all of it went out. 

The golem lost its light as it was split in two by a single stroke.

The halves parted as they slid in different directions towards the ground. 


With a simple affricate sound, the golem’s body slumped.

It was such a clean cut that the cross section could’ve been part of a diagram on the golem’s blueprints.
I wondered if putting the two parts together would bring it back to life.
But the orbs of the golem never regained their light.
The remote-controlled golem’s lifespan ended there.
A second of static persisted from the mic before it went silent. 

A voice like a sharpened blade filled in for the golem. 


“There’s more golems? This is almost as bad as cockroaches.
Hopefully this is the last one.”


A girl with short-cropped, black hair and loosely fit clothes walked up to me.
The girl snatched the invisible blade out of the air and glared at the remains of the golem.

A few seconds later, her eyes switched their focus to me.


“Now… who are you?”

My instincts blared red flashing lights, screaming that I would die if I didn’t act fast. 

I instinctively used my powers to read her mind as deeply as I could—as detailed as I could.

She wasn’t a special person. 

She was born in an orphanage, grew up in the back alleys, and died after being exposed to the usual violence, sickness, and crimes.
An extra so common that they would take up less than a paragraph to describe. 

She lost her head to a traveling swordsman when she tried to learn the sword and was reduced to ashes by a mercenary mage when she attempted the arcane.
No matter what she did, she lacked the talent to shine.
An average person who couldn’t succeed, even if given the opportunity. 

The only difference was that she could try an infinite amount of times.

…Huh? Did I read that right? I don’t understand.

She lashed out with her blade in the span of five deaths and gained the technique to challenge a swordmaster. 

During her other seven lives, she learned magic and gained the magical power to try her chances at the strongest of mages. 

Of course, she had merely stepped foot into their realm.
She would be utterly defeated if she were to challenge them directly. 

However, that was not the end.


“Answer me.”


The girl retrieved Chun-aeng, the Aerial Blossom.
The legendary blade that could only be obtained in the highest mountain.
The blade—which resembled the sky and couldn’t be retrieved by anyone besides one who could see the future—resonated in her hand.
She pointed Chun-aeng at me. 

Having already overcome thirteen deaths, she was a being who repeated time to prevent the end of the world.

Shei, the Regressor, gazed at me as she held her blade.


“If you don’t answer… I’ll kill you.”


In order to become stronger.
To stop the end of the world.
And to win back her death.

The regressor had arrived in the abyss, seeking to get stronger.

She was genuinely weighing the value of my life, deciding whether to kill me or not.
Wondering which option would be the correct choice to take in ‘this run’.

If I didn’t meet her standards, she would eliminate me to exclude the ‘uncertainties’.




One could run faster than light.

The other could control blood from several hundred meters away.

And the last could destroy a military-grade golem with a single strike.

Despite the existence of these monsters, I felt relieved.

I waved my hands high in the air as a sign of greeting.


“Hey there, everyone!”


The people left in Tantalus are all insanely strong.
They can probably exterminate several thousand of me in a few seconds.
They all have the ability to do so.’


So what?

Since when did I need to be strong to survive? I wasn’t even close to being the strongest in the back-alley dump I spent over ten years in.

But in the end, I was the one who survived.

The man of super-strength who could break boulders with his bare hands lost his head to the swordsman who could cut steel with his blade.
That swordsman burned to death in a trap set by a random mage.
That mage then died of poisoning after drinking from the wrong cup.

Only I, the mind reader, could kiss up to the swordsman, avoid the mage’s trap, and pick out the unpoisoned cup, thus securing my life.

It was the same game here.

Even if I was playing with monsters, as long as I could read their thoughts…

If I played along with their pride, avoided their sensitive triggers, and built up trust…

What reason would they have to kill—No, what reason would they have to let me die?


‘I had lived my entire life swindling people in the alleyways.
Nobody could catch people’s attention and manipulate them as well as I could.’


Those were my thoughts as I shouted out into the sky, waving my hands in the air.



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