The world was indeed an absurd place. Just because he had been born without strength and wasn’t blessed with powerful parents, he wasn’t able to do anything he wanted. So although it seemed as though it was a world equal for everyone and gave everyone the same opportunities, that was just a story larked on by people with unblemished hands who had never experienced the world's cruelty.

He had done many things and worked himself near death.

‘Wouldn’t things get better if I keep trying?’

‘Soon, a better world will come.’

He had heard those words of comfort and support from the people around him, but in the end, none of them had ever seen the rise of a better world. Instead, they just died, waiting for a glimpse of what would never come.

That was reality.

Unless one was born as a Hunter, one would live and die as a slave. It was said that revolutions and reforms had taken place in the distant past through rebellion or uprisings, but that wasn’t a valid option for non-Hunters.

‘You want us to face the Hunters…?’

After all, Hunters had power that clearly couldn’t be compared to ordinary people. So even if the common people fought against them in swarms, they were just like moths leaping into a magnificent flame.

Those who had tried to resist by going on strikes or through other various means were all dealt with mercilessly.

‘They all died.’

For those who had already obtained power enough to be called gods, the ordinary people were only kept alive simply out of necessity. It was nothing more or nothing...