Fame.
Or rather, in this very dubious case…
Infamy.
Yes, infamy.
Never in his upright and honorable life had Damon imagined his infamy would spread all the way to the Demon Continent.
It felt like just yesterday he had been a nobody.
And now?
Now he was a figure of world renown.
It almost felt as if the heavens themselves trembled at the name Damon Grey.
At least, that was how he imagined it.
In his mind he expected to be a figure of fear. The kind of warrior whose name alone made enemies shudder. The hero every child dreamed of becoming.
So why…
Why was he hearing things like this?
"I heard Damon Grey is shameless," Gabo said with visible disgust. "A degenerate who beats his own servants and kills men for trying to protect their wives from his lustful ways."
Damon froze.
He had fallen so low…
That even a goblin was calling him lustful.
The warmth of the sun suddenly felt very far away.
"This world is horrible…" Damon muttered blankly. "It should just be destroyed."
