He was a coward. But he was not a snake who bit the hand that fed him. Everyone in the factory looked after each other, and cared for each other.
Averon had received their kindness.
So, he refused to kill them.
Yet, a voice kept speaking to him.
'Kill them.'
'Just a few.'
'So you can reach level five.'
'With an SSS-rank Talent, your first skill will be powerful.'
'You can save the rest after sacrificing a few.'
'If you do nothing, they will all die eventually anyway.'
Those were the days when Averon saw the true horror of temptations.
Physical pain from eating the ores was nowhere close to the mental agony he felt due to being torn between the choices.
He couldn't understand what to do.
Just when he felt something inside him was about to collapse—
'She' arrived.
A kitsune.
She had descended like a celestial being from heavens. Calm, powerful, completely out of place in that brutal facility.
She saved Averon.
She tore through the guards effortlessly.
