The last deployment left a bad taste in my mouth. My job was just to kill the undead. But every time a reaper died, I couldn't help but think I should have done more.
To me, it was a simple mistake; to them, it was the end of their lives.
This disparity translated into very different mentalities. Even though I had saved 40 reapers from the Colosseum, the arrogant bastard in me felt that I had let 80 die. I knew that kind of thinking was self-destructive. After all, I was neither a god nor a deity.
"I'm just a Reaper," I said through clenched teeth.
Still, it was rare for people to know what they would accomplish in their lives. The only ones who knew were MCs from anime and manga. Unconsciously, I copied them by constantly shouting that I would become the strongest Revenant.
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