The sky I looked at at the end of my life was dazzling.

�Life is so beautiful.�

Ogent�s body completely disappeared and the black liquid began to restore Smille�s body.

�I am Ogent.�

Only consciousness whispered quietly.

�I didn�t save the world or accomplish a great cause, I was just a prosecutor���

His genes have jumped through countless generations.

�It was definitely delivered.�

I finally reached a man.

�Ogent����Ryan.�

Lian An, who had drawn <Idea> obliquely, raised his head and glared at Faust.

�Whoa.�

The match would have been decided in a single blow.

�Idea.�

The realm that Augent ultimately reached.

It deserves to be called apostasy in that it wields a concept outside the world.

Rather than cutting with a sword, the concept of cutting is forcibly injected into the world.

�But it�s just as dangerous.�

It�s neither beautiful nor cool.

It�s only great because humans did it, and as a result, Ogent ended his life as a creature.

�The body can�t stand it.�

As Ryan�s ideas replaced August�s ideas, Smille�s hallucinations were no longer heard.

�Do I have that kind of will?�

A terrible obsession made Ogent immortal, but Lian only inherited his genes.

�There�s no reason to live like that.�

Ryan is not Ogent.

�Honestly, I don�t even understand.�

The biggest reason he was able to come this far is because he resembles Smille�s personality.

You didn�t swing your sword to be the best?

�I will become the best prosecutor.� JrNovels.com