In the dimly lit passageway, Glenn and the Reckoner are engaged in a battle for their lives, blades colliding with each other, and sparks flash in the air from time to time.

The blade of the "Death Scythe" attacked at an extremely fast speed, and Glenn, who faced such an attack, could only meet with a dagger, and the liquidator was almost. Attacking like crazy, even Glenn, who has long been through a hundred battles, has never seen such a scene.

The blade of the scythe cut deep marks on the wall, and the Liquidator's superb fighting skills were on full display at this moment: while Glenn desperately resisted the scythe's blade, he launched a surprise attack from a blind spot that Glenn did not find.

The Reckoner struck Glenn in the flank, and in the moment of pain, the fist slammed into his face, and then the Reckoner spun the blade of the "Death Scythe" and slammed it into Glenn's unprotected area.

Glenn dodged the Liquidator's blade almost with all his might, but just when he thought it was safe for the time being, the Liquidator had already kicked Glenn in the undefended stomach again.

"Ugh!" Glenn was kicked a full four or five meters away from the blow, and he could feel that his bones were out of place, and it looked like his internal organs were also broken.

How could it be?, Glenn gasped for breath, thinking that the gap between himself and the Liquidator's strength was so large. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I'm afraid even if there are two of them, they can only barely get a draw.

"In that case, let's fight differently. Glenn wiped the blood from his mouth and rushed towards the reckoner with a very swift motion.

"Are you looking for death?" the Reckoner scoffed, "just rushing straight at me, you're dead!"

"Then give it a try!" Glenn tightened his grip on the dagger, his speed not slowing down in the slightest.

"Then I'll do it for you!" the Reckoner greeted him with a "death scythe" that had already taken aim at Glenn's neck, killing him instantly if he came into my own range.

But the situation changed drastically in an instant, and the liquidator suddenly found that his hand holding the "death sickle" was completely immobile, and Glenn still rushed towards him with very fast movements, and the liquidator secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, but it was too late.

Glenn's dagger stabbed into the Reckoner's body, but instead of stabbing into the vital parts that the Reckoner had anticipated, the dagger pierced his left shoulder blade and pinned his body to the wall.

"That's not enough!" the Reckoner didn't care about his injury, but instead kicked Glenn into the opposite wall, so powerful that it cracked the wall.

"It's not over yet!" the Reckoner struggled to pull out the dagger from his waist with his still mobile left hand, and then severed all the clear threads on his right arm, and in an instant, he felt his arm move again.

"Mercy to one's enemies is punishment for oneself. The Liquidator looked at Glenn and said coldly, "I don't know if you did it intentionally or unintentionally, but you missed one of your best chances!"

The Reckoner pulled out the dagger that had pierced his shoulder blades, blood dripping down his arm, and he could feel the strength of his left hand weakening a lot, but with his current self, he was confident that he could still kill Glenn.

"Of course I know it's not over yet, I know better than you do. Glenn got up from the ground, blood running down the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that the blow the Reckoner had just given him had done enough damage.

"It's unbelievable, is your Word so weak?" said the Reckoner, "If it were you, the Word Puppet wouldn't have been so powerful, could it be that it was weakened because it became a traitor?"

"It's noisy. The Reckoner gasped, "I just don't want to kill innocent people anymore, not because I'm weaker." ”

"Hahaha!" the liquidator was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "You don't want to kill people, you guy, did you come here to tell me jokes? If you don't have the consciousness to kill, why did you come to this battlefield?"

"I'm here to crush the dark fate that has been imposed on you, and I'm not going to kill you innocents!" Glenn clenched his fists, "That's why I've come to this battlefield for realization." ”

"Laugh to death!" the liquidator expressed his mockery mercilessly, "what the so-called self-recovery is just an excuse you make for your weakness, you are a cowardly and incompetent fellow now!"

"I told you, you're a dead person. Glenn threw a straight punch into the reckoner's face, and the reckoning clearly saw the trajectory of the punch and dodged it with a slight crook of his neck.

"Weak fellow, just let me die. The Reckoner immediately launched a counterattack, and the blade of the "Death Scythe" whistled in the air, which was the sound of death, the last sound heard by countless people in their lifetimes.

"I promised someone that I would go back to her alive. Glenn's eyes lit up with fire, and he jerked all the fingers of his right hand open. "I will never break my promise, I will go back alive, Word Puppet!"

In an instant, the blade of the "death scythe" in the air, the dagger in the liquidator's left hand, and the foot he was about to move all stopped in an instant, and Glenn's left hand punched the liquidator in the abdomen impartially.

"Wow!" the reckoner spat out a mouthful of blood, and Glenn snapped at least a few bones in his body with a single punch, and the guy didn't weaken at all, but just really didn't want to kill himself as he said.

"My Word has completely restrained your actions. Glenn looked at the liquidator and said, "You can't move now, I don't want to kill you, so please come and understand!"

"Do you think I'm going to beg for mercy?" said the reckoner with a laugh, "stop kidding, how could I possibly beg for mercy?" ”

"But it's painful for you to live like this, you told me yourself, didn't you?" said the Reckoner, looking him in the eye, "I'm afraid you've forgotten what you told me!"

"Ah, I remember. The Reckoner said with a smirk, "I almost forgot about it, but I didn't expect you to remember." ”

Glenn has so much of that he can still remember it vividly.

It was one of the darkest times of Glenn's life: he was dubbed the "Devil" for killing all the candidates and examiners during the exam, and his heart was in extreme pain after this world.

Why is this happening? Glenn asks himself over and over again every day, why is this world so cruel to kill all the companions who used to get along with him day and night, and the examiners who used to teach him knowledge? Why did everything happen to me?

Monsters, evil spirits. Even in the Wild Hunt, people used such words to describe him, and Glenn felt like he was back in the orphanage, and every day he could only pray in that small room not to be killed.

In the month after the exam, Glenn barely participated in any training or activities, he closed off everyone but himself, did not talk to anyone, and no one else was willing to say a word to him.

But on that day, things took an unexpected turn, and that day Glenn was eating in the cafeteria, and he alone had an entire table, because no one wanted to sit with a monster like him.

But a man came through the door, and Glenn could clearly read the fear in the others, and the man chose to sit across from Glenn after looking around.

"You, aren't you afraid of me?" asked Glenn incredulously, "I'm a monster in their mouths, aren't you scared at all?"

"What are you talking about?" the man kept his hood tightly over his face, as if he didn't want anyone to see his true face. "Even if it's a monster, why bother with that kind of thing?"

The man quickly ran out of food, and Glenn was huddled alone in a dark corner of the hallway, where he would spend hours every night, and only during that time could he feel a little more at ease.

"It's painful, isn't it?" the man suddenly appeared next to Glenn, "I ask you if you feel a lot of pain?"

"I felt a lot of pain, especially in my heart, which was going to be torn apart almost every day. Huddled in the corner, Glenn replied, "I don't know, I don't know how to get out of this pain." ”

"I used to be as miserable as you were. The man seemed to be nonchalant, "but I won't be like you now, because I've found a way to overcome my suffering." ”

"What kind of method?" Glenn asked eagerly, looking up, "Tell me, what kind of method?"

"Kid, do you really want to know?" the man crouched down, and Glenn could see the man's face clearly: it was a face wearing a metal mask like a skeleton.

"I want to know!" Glenn said, swallowing hard, "please tell me." ”

"If you want to overcome the pain, let the pain go on forever, torture your heart forever until you don't feel anything about the world, and that's the only way to overcome it. ”

"Something like this sounds ridiculous. ”

"It sounds incredible, but one day you will understand, and by the day you do, you will be on the path I speak of. ”

The man got up and left, leaving Glenn alone thinking about what he had just said.

Glenn scoffed at everything the man said at first, but fate played such a trick on people, and then Glenn did live more or less as he said.

"Remember, remember what you said that day. Glenn shouted, "After that, I did go down the path you said, but at last I realized that the path you said was wrong!"

"Even then?" cried the reckoner, "isn't there really no pain in this way? Am I wrong in what I said? Are you more miserable now than you were to find yourself!?"

"I did taste the pain. Glenn smiled, "But I accepted my pain, I confessed my sins, and that's why I'm standing here." ”

"The real way to end suffering is not to deprive yourself of your feelings as a human being, but to face your painful past with your true self, only in this way can you end your suffering, and only in this way can you truly live!"