Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 153.1
Desert Rose
What is “Strength”?
Was strength based on a high muscle value? Does a high magic value make one strong? Does a higher level of combat skill make one strong?
None of these were wrong. Simple “Strength” was the power to overcome everything.
For example, if the Rank was the same, the difference in physical ability would be the difference in “Strength”. The most prominent example of this would be the [Dragon] that also exists in this Sarth Continent. It was strong from the moment it was born.
I was weak. I was a mere child with no power, no magic, and no fighting skills, and to fight the strong, I had to become strong with my [Heart].
That was why I was [prepared to kill]. To be ready to kill was also to be ready to be killed. If I did not take from them, they would take from me. As a weak person, I was not allowed to have the [naivety] to forgive those who opposed me.
I chose to fight against fate. To live was to fight. Therefore, weak as I was, I chose to be strong with my heart.
But I knew that there was a limit to that strength.
There would eventually emerge an opponent who could not be defeated by feelings alone. I felt that I could not win against Carla, who had turned into pure “violence,” who had pursued only power, who had turned her heart into madness, and who had risked her life to seek only power.
The [Iron Rose], which I had the spirit turned into a battle technique, gave me the decisive power that I lacked. But that power was only a “Weapon”. A weapon with a time limit would be like a bow with only one arrow.
What was the “strength” I was looking for? The answer existed within me from the beginning.
I knew from the beginning that I could gain a certain level of strength by focusing on one power from the start.
But I did not choose it. I foolishly pursued my ideal strength.
Master had also failed in the past in pursuit of it. Although, Master came to the same conclusion as I did, so she instilled in me her fighting techniques that would allow me to demonstrate that strength.
To become the only one in this world – a true War Demon.
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The voice stopped.
A voice that belittled me for being alone.
A voice that says, “You may have some skill, but you are no match for us”.
The voices mocking the foolishness of going against the many and the single, the beastmen.
A voice that seethes, demanding that they tear that one’s flesh and show its blood.
But then the voices stopped at the sight of a “girl” taking off her cloak covered in blood, causing the crowd of two hundred beastmen to pause for a moment.
Her hair was peach blonde, glistening in the sun.
Her skin was smooth and white, and even the sun, the god of this land, could not scorch it.
Jade green eyes that did not waver even slightly in the face of so many enemies.
She was a beautiful girl. Even they had never seen such a well-figured girl before. However, although she still had the appearance of a child, in the midst of this swirling murderous atmosphere, there was no fear, no fright, no anger, no hatred, and her natural appearance was like a rose blooming in the desert.
From among the group that relaxed slightly, a boy stepped out, as if lured by the scent of roses.
The gray wolf-like beastman could only see the girl.
The moment he caught a glimpse of her, he was captivated.
The sweet-smelling scent of blood that melted the marrow of his brain…. The boy, who had yet to come of age, had executed his enemies many times in this group, and from his experience, he imagined the girl’s tender flesh and leaped out ahead of everyone else with his rusty machete at the ready.
BOOM!!!
The rusty blade, swung down by the beastman’s physical strength, was deflected by the girl’s hand that touched the center of the blade, gently pushing it away.
A rusty machete swung down into nothingness, and when the girl’s hand touched the boy’s arm, which was out of position, not even knowing the weight of the blade that was taking his life, the girl’s hand snapped his elbow in the opposite direction.
“——!”
A screaming groan came out of him as he was crushed by the blow. The arm that was extended to his friends for help was also snapped off, and the girl’s white arm wrapped around the boy’s neck, and with a strange sound that made him want to cover his ears, the boy’s neck was twisted right back and his face, distorted with fear, turned to his friends.
How skilled would one have to be to do such a thing?
How ruthless could they be?
The girl, who had slaughtered him without moving a step or even drawing her blade, gently pushed with her fingertips the boy’s still standing body and quietly drew her black blade.
“Come at me, those of you who want to die, Munza Group.”
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