"Phantom..."

Maya muttered the name of the famed writer as her eyes narrowed with sharp focus.

‘I thought he was just some nobody, but I was wrong.’

Drawn by curiosity about the emergence of a new Sword’s Champion candidate, she had ventured into the capital. Naturally, she found herself attending a performance of Farewell My Concubine, which was taking the city by storm.

It was during that performance that Maya realized something critical.

The Pen’s Champion candidate—

You knew too, didn’t you?

The only thing that ensures survival in this world is strength. The overwhelming power to dominate others.

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