The Regressor and the Blind Saint

Prologue

I lived for myself.

I had the talent, and so I was able to live like that.

Born as a wretch at the bottom of the slums, I exploited the lowlifes of the slums with a talent I accidentally realized.

It was because I didn’t want to be hungry.

So, I devoured all the cartels that ruled the slums and then exploited them.

It was to get a warm house that would block the chilly winter wind.

I made a wretched deal with those of noble blood. In the flames of a war that engulfed the continent, I satisfied their lowly desires.

The money they had was the reason why I got in touch with them.

When the Demon King finally appeared on this world, I hid myself in depths of darkness that even the Demon King could not reach. I just hid and waited until the heroes subdued the Demon King.

Thus, I was able to continue this miserable life.

The talent that was bestowed upon me, that absurd miracle made it possible.

It was a life where I trampled on countless people, but I didn’t feel guilty about it. The life I had barely gained was so sweet that I had no time to look away from it.

So I didn’t want to be understood.

I didn’t even want salvation.

I swore to myself that even if I were to meet a miserable end I would accept it with a smile .

I swore‌ I would gladly pay the price for all the sins I’ve committed in my life

That’s why.

“Are you awake?”

At the end of my life, I thought there would be no one left by my side.

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