"This isn't a life," I couldn't help but bitterly sigh. Even if I got resentment towards this dude and other leaders like him, I couldn't bring myself to totally hate them, and even started to grow empathy towards their poor lives.
Such mighty races, once sat on the throne of my universe, turned to live such a miserable life. It was a sad story.
And that made me feel more resentment towards the ones who did all this. I thought before it was the big races in the hostile universe.
But it seemed everyone was acting like mere puppets, getting played and forced to do what those mysterious enemies behind the curtains wanted.
These dirty people… They were my true enemies, the real ones. Without aiming at them at some point, bringing the fight over their lands and killing their forces, none of this would matter.
All the sacrifices of all races in all the universes in this cosmos would be wasted.
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