Dawn remembered a famous saying from his previous world: if you want to test the character, the true characteristics of a person, give him power.
As he grew stronger, his priorities and worldview seemed to be shifting.
He seemed to become the very opposite of what his class wanted him to be.
A cold and ruthless villain? He wasn't sure.
Dawn exhaled softly, feeling the weight of the mask settle against his skin.
No fear. No hesitation. No restraint.
This people had already decided he was a villain. So why should he play by the rules of fairness?
The weak were prey. And he… was done pretending to be weak.
If the members of the Flowing Swamp organization thought he was a pig on the chopping board, then life was soon going to become very difficult for them.
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Dawn only felt a slight push when the sharp sword landed on his back; it was evident the sword failed to pierce his Suit of Righteousness and Eternal Valor.
