Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 193.1

Inextinguishable Hatred

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It was the first “word” uttered by the being in consciousness bound in the darkness.

The being was “strong” from the moment it was born into this world.

It did not know its parents. It was not necessary for parents to raise their children in the same way as fragile creatures because they were strong from the moment they came into existence.

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Even if it was a young body, there was no way that a being born from a shell tougher than steel would be weak. From the moment it first stood up on its own legs, the being ran across the earth, pounced on the prey that was before it just to satisfy its hunger, and devoured the flesh and blood of the luckless orc.

It did not take long for it to transform from a juvenile to an adult. The more it ate, the bigger it grew, doubling in size the next day, then growing again the next, and before you knew it, there was no one in the vicinity who could fight its presence.

Then, after the first molt, the adult being realized that intelligence was beginning to grow within it.

The higher dimensional beings, such as phantom beasts, leave behind the “experience” of previous generations in their blood, and when they reach adulthood and produce magic stones from their blood, they gain “wisdom” and “ego”.

It was a creature called [Phantom Beast], and the strongest being. The being, having learned such knowledge through its own blood, stopped devouring like a lowly beast and began to pursue a higher existence by taking in magical elements.

How much time had passed since then? Tens of thousands of times the sun rose and the same number of times it looked up at the moon and spent its days devouring the flesh and blood of creatures in rare play, until one day, a diminutive creature appeared before the being.

I knew about the little creature. It was a creature that monsters call [Humans], a creature that was weak in strength but hunted monsters and animals using its clever little wits. It had eaten humans on several occasions. Some individuals protect themselves with iron “shells” and wield long iron “claws,” and from its point of view, it was just a troublesome creature to eat, and it did not gain the same magical properties when it consumes monsters.

There were also many types of humans, such as “plains humans,” “forest humans,” and “cave humans,” but these “black humans” would come to the dwelling place of the beings and offer their young, who did not have iron shells or claws.

Intrigued by the mellow-smelling liquid in the bottle, the being surmised that the black humans were worshipping it.

It was not the first such experience. It was not the first time it had done so, for it had been known for some time to playfully miss a herd of goblins or kobolds that were unworthy of being eaten, followed by an individual that behaved in such a way.

But…the being was unaware of the unfathomable “malice” of the fragile human species.

On that day, that being was captured and bound, body and soul.

A magical medium was planted in the meat and liquor offered by the humans. And, of course, the humans had scavenged its nest and used the claws and fangs it shed after molting as a medium for “curse” to subjugate the being over a period of ten years.