Fear was the most human emotion.0

“Eek…”0

The fallen Constellation experienced it in full force. She feared her unknown future and she feared the threat of death. She feared me. Every time I moved closer, she moaned in terror, but it wasn’t enough to stop anyone from approaching.2

“I’m really glad that you became a human,” I said. “Think about it: if you remained a monster, you wouldn’t have been subject to my Monster Legion Summon even after all the trouble I went through. Well, I guess it’s Monster Legion Reincarnation now. It doesn’t really matter what the Skill’s name is though…”1

“Ahhhhhh!” In a last-ditch attempt to beat her fear, she grabbed her familiar—almost iconic—red greatsword. However, it was so heavy that she couldn’t even properly lift it. She frantically swung it about with her thin arms, its weight throwing her wildly off balance.0

Of course, she would never get me with such random attacks. I avoided them with ease. Once, twice, thrice… The fallen Constellation continued to swing her sword, trembling.0

—She’s a lost cause, the Guardian blurted. His brows were deeply furrowed. Her basic form is clumsy. Her feet aren’t properly planted on the ground, and she isn’t even looking forward as she attacks. There’s no conviction in her attacks. What is she even trying to do after the swing? Tsk—this is a prime example of someone who relied too much on their Skills and aura. She isn’t even a swordswoman.0

The Guardian had stayed silent since I had cleared the nineteenth floor, but it seemed that the fallen Constellation’s so-called swordplay upset the Sword Emperor too much for him to contain his grumbling.0

—Look, Zombie. Look at her. She’s the reason why I always...0