*Injustice.*

What was binding me now was the very essence of injustice.

A raid recommended for twelve players.

Solo play.

Since I re-entered this world, I’ve died countless times. Maybe it’s a good thing that this is a game now. In the past, if I hadn’t had my companions, I would’ve died and been left in some ditch long ago. Well, considering I started out with a cheat code in the form of the Holy Sword, I probably wouldn’t have gone down that easily.

But *Legion Commander Crow* was strong.

This was a demon with the power to stand toe-to-toe with the Hero’s Party in the past. His strength was entirely different from the *Fragments of the Hero* I had fought through blood and death. The Fragments had overwhelming speed and technique, while Crow had immense HP and attack patterns designed for a group.

In other words, even for me, the current me, defeating him would require accepting death.@@novelbin@@

*Shhhk!*

"Guh!"

His claw slashed diagonally across my small frame, sending pain coursing through my body as I gritted my teeth. Green light seeped from my belt, healing the wound.

"One life, so precious because it’s rare," someone once said.

But my life right now? It’s cheap.

Because it’s not just one.

I can throw away this worthless life as many times as it takes—to defeat the enemy, to grow stronger, to reunite with my old comrades.

How many times had I died today?

I’d lost count. Trying to keep track only gave me a headache.

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