The feeling of winning—I have never felt it even once. In my whole life, though I have been academically talented, being academically above those retards have never given me a sense of accomplishment.
They, who use power—the strength they are born with—to topple me almost everyday, have never cared about the fact that I am smarter than them. I have been losing because of this: they always managed to throw me to the ground.
Upon coming to this world—upon given the chance to advance myself not only in terms of intelligence, but also strength however, I can finally taste how sweet victory is. Looking at Millonia on the ground, I can't help clenching my fists excitedly.
'Look, Layland! This is the fruit of your hard work! You have endured so much suffering to arrive to this point—enjoy your victory!'
