PAID

*Injustice.*

What was binding me now was the very essence of injustice.

A raid recommended for twelve players.

Solo play.

Since I re-entered this world, I’ve died countless times. Maybe it’s a good thing that this is a game now. In the past, if I hadn’t had my companions, I would’ve died and been left in some ditch long ago. Well, considering I started out with a cheat code in the form of the Holy Sword, I probably wouldn’t have gone down that easily.

But *Legion Commander Crow* was strong.

This was a demon with the power to stand toe-to-toe with the Hero’s Party in the past. His strength was entirely different from the *Fragments of the Hero* I had fought through blood and death. The Fragments had overwhelming speed and technique, while Crow had immense HP and attack patterns designed for a group.

In other words, even for me, the current me, defeating him would require accepting death.

*Shhhk!*

"Guh!"

His claw slashed diagonally across my small frame, sending pain coursing through my body as I gritted my teeth. Green light seeped from my belt, healing the wound.@@novelbin@@

"One life, so precious because it’s rare," someone once said.

But my life right now? It’s cheap.

Because it’s not just one.

I can throw away this worthless life as many times as it takes—to defeat the enemy, to grow stronger, to reunite with my old comrades.

How many times had I died today?

I’d lost count. Trying to keep track only gave me a headache.