Dawn, who was engaged in a bitter battle, did not know that there were people discussing her Sword Truth, obsession and childhood a distance away. She also did not know that the youth who had luckily survived her attack had hit the mark.
Yes, she was hesitating.
Hesitation prevented her from having the heart to kill.
Without killing intent, she obviously had no way of activating her Decimation Sword Truth. All she could do was use Sword Intent that did not require obsession.
However, Sword Intent was ultimately unable to resist Sword Truth. Furthermore, the youth who was relentlessly pursuing her had such a deep obsession. His Sword Truth was resplendent gold. It was dazzling and beautiful, like the brilliance of the stars that filled the sky.
His physique could be said to be terrifying. His pure strength and speed was even better than her who had been augmented by divine grace. His Sword Truth was in no way weaker than hers. His dual-blade death-defying style of fighting was so scoundrelly that it left her too deep for tears.
Dawn had no choice but to admit that he was a rather troublesome opponent. It was a tough battle that was difficult to win. If not, she would not have been repeatedly retreating in defeat and fleeing in such a pathetic manner.
However, she maintained her calm from the beginning to the end. Even if she occasionally had a tinge of irritation, it was because of her own hesitation and not because of the difficult situation in front of her.
This was because she was filled with confidence from the very beginning.
She was confident that when she no longer hesitated, the instant she activated her Sword Truth, the balance of victory would be broken. The bastard in front of her who was insatiable would be one-shot by her.
She firmly believed in this. Therefore, she did not feel any irritation from the difficult battle in front of her.
She only kept repeating three words in her mind.
Kill him!
Kill him!
Kill him!
However, even such a deranged self-hypnosis could not dispel her hesitation.
She had no choice. No choice. She really could not produce any killing intent towards the black-haired youth.
Even though he had used a series of lies to tease her, even though he had shamelessly said that he had seen her entire body, even the red mole under her armpit, even though he had used the scoundrelly dual-blade death-defying style of fighting and was insatiable, sticking to her like sticky candy. Even though …
Even though he had done so many things that disgusted her, she still could not produce any killing intent towards him.
That was because she did not want to kill him.
Of course, it wasn't love at first sight or a cliché plot of falling in love after being subdued.
In fact, she didn't have much of a favorable impression of him. She mostly disliked him. The only thing worth mentioning was his intelligence and wit, which gave rise to a trace of insignificant admiration.
But she didn't want to kill him. She really didn't want to kill him.
Because he made her feel real.
For the first time in her life, she felt real.
To her, that sense of reality was too precious and rare. It was so rare that she felt that once she killed him, no one would be able to give her that sense of reality anymore.
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At the age of three, the little girl was thrown onto a deserted island filled with wild beasts.
Wild beasts, poisonous insects, man-eating plants, and even some magical beasts were the first obstacles she faced. If she wanted to survive, she had to survive through these dangers.
Fortunately, she was a true child prodigy. Although she wasn't born with knowledge, she had wisdom that far surpassed ordinary people from the moment she was born. In three years, she learned knowledge that ordinary people might not be able to learn in ten years. Most importantly, she learned to be strong from her terminally ill mother.
Strong, she did not despair, did not commit suicide, and did not wait for death.
After shedding all her tears, suffering all kinds of hardships, and brushing shoulders with death countless times, she learned how to avoid danger, hide herself, and find a tiny space to survive in the gaps between wild beasts, venomous insects, and man-eating plants.
Of course, hiding alone could not help her survive, because hunger was her second obstacle.
In order not to starve to death, she had to find food.
At first, she ate bitter fruits, dry and hard tree bark, and disgusting loaches. But later, as she fumbled through some of the books and knowledge in her memory and began to cultivate her Psionic Energy, her appetite grew, and she needed to replenish more and more energy.
So, in order to survive, she had to learn how to kill.
Hunting wild beasts was her only way to survive.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill again!
In order to survive, she had to make those ferocious beasts her food.
After she learned how to kill, illness became her third obstacle.
At first, there was no way to start a fire. She endured the nausea and nausea and ate raw beast meat. She even ate some worms. The germs that kept flowing into her stomach without treatment naturally destroyed her physiological health.
However, even if she was sick, even if she was about to die, she had to stay awake because she had to avoid danger, hunt wild beasts, and survive alone on that deserted island.
No one could help her, and no one would come from the sky to save her life and become her hero.
So, she could only save herself and become her own hero.
Based on her blurry memory, she had once read a text about the Holy Light Healing Spell. She fumbled, created, and improved it on her own. Eventually, she learned a healing spell that belonged solely to her. She named it Dawn Healing Spell.
She used Dawn Healing to cure her illness.
Based on the knowledge about swordsmanship in her mind, she used a tree branch as a sword. When she had free time, she would swing her sword, swing her sword, swing her sword, swing her sword. From knowing nothing, she gradually figured out sword techniques, sword qi, and finally, sword will.
When she used her sword intent to execute the Flame Sword Art, even if it was just a weak flame, she finally shed tears. Because from that moment on, she could finally eat cooked food. Finally, she didn't have to endure the nausea of wanting to dig her throat out to eat the bloody raw meat.
After solving the danger, hunger, and illness, she could finally live a slightly more normal life.
However, the biggest and most difficult test she faced finally arrived — loneliness came.
In the beginning, she did not have time to think about other things in order to survive. However, once her life finally stabilized, the feeling of loneliness and solitude finally surged, completely drowning her young self.
She did not know how long she would have to survive on this deserted island. She did not know if anyone would come to save her. To her, this deserted island was a prison that imprisoned her, a prison for life.
And in this prison, other than her, there were no other humans.
It was a world where only little girls existed.
In that world, no one could hear her voice.
Her voice was all words that could not be conveyed, and would not receive any response.
Loneliness, loneliness, slowly devoured her strength.
Finally, one day, after experiencing countless hardships and surviving with great difficulty, she had the thought of suicide for the first time.
It turned out that loneliness was the most terrifying enemy.
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