Chapter 63: Fear

Huff! Huff!

*Is there a reason to keep on killing? What use is it anyway? Why can't it just stop? *

*I thought about this after my fight with the old man. I wasn't new to killing, as the mafia system was full of murders and scandals, but this goes too far. *

*In every obstacle, death is the only prize. Perhaps that was the fate of these creatures. Maybe they were built to follow the destinies carved upon their souls*

*Either way I can't make heads or tails about this. It's just too complicated, and my morals thoroughly reject this. *

*But what if this was simply a fight for survival? Just as humans battle with animals over who becomes food, perhaps this is a similar case. *

*Purely the survival of the fittest, with the strong preying on the weak. I know that, and my past survival experiences within the wild taught me these. *