RAGNA POV...
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My voice was calm—too calm—and that seemed to scare him more than anything else.
I leaned in, my four eyes locking onto his.
Cold sweat poured down his face as his body shook violently.
"You're the kind of human," I said slowly, "that I hate the most."
"With a bloodline like yours, you were handed everything the moment you were born—status, wealth, beauty, a future so bright it could blind anyone who dared look at it—and yet the only thing you chose to do with that blessing was trample on people who were already broken beyond repair."
After reincarnating into this world, I realized something about myself that I couldn't deny no matter how hard I tried—I hated human selfishness more than anything else, a hatred carved deep into my soul long before I died back on Earth,
This world was different.
