100 Floors All Master

I was strong. Strong enough, in fact, that I could afford to take pity on others. And that was a mistake. The guy over there, clutching his sword and sniveling, is the one I let have the Holy Sword. The guy over there with his eyes shut, running from reality, is the one I let have the Ten-Thousand-Year Fleeceflower Root. And countless other worms besides. Because I gave misplaced pity and mercy to those who weren’t worthy, humanity suffered a crushing defeat. So this time, it’s all mine. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: 100 Floors All Master — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠