It seems this ga was rigged from the start.
I never stood a chance in the first place!
"Stop, you trash! Close the gates before he escapes!" bellowed one of the generic bastards—the knights chasing after .
Sighs.
Why did I reincarnate into this fucking character?
Why him out of everyone in the ga?!
The future is already bleak and even while trying to salvage sothing, I only see darkness. Luck is against as always.
I should just commit suicide if I get caught.
I don't even understand how it ca to this point.
I had everything all planned out in my head. All variables accounted for... well, at least i thought so.
My plan was simple.
It was bound to work on normal circumstances.
But I had missed one crucial detail.
I have no mana, no strength—I'm as powerless as an unawakened child. And I definitely have no plot armor.
I am just an ordinary villain.
A stepping stone.
A footnote in the story.
"Stop him! Cripple him if you have to!" I heard a knight shout, and a chill raced down my spine.
The reason why i was running at this point in ti was obviously because my plan failed. I don't know why it looked so simple in my head. What was i even thinking?! There is no way I can handle a knight on my own. I don't know what got over .
Sighs.
My plan was to sneak attack a knight and steal his armor.
But...
That didn't work out all too well.
It's a miracle I'm still alive after he spotted .
Sighs.
I hate my life.
The knights were closing in at an incredible speed, while others positioned themselves to flank . They were coordinating a pincer attack, and that was a serious problem.
I could feel my strength waning, as expected. I had to exert every ounce of energy this frail body possessed just to keep up with this pace, while they glided forward with ease, boosted by mana manipulation techniques.
"Damn it!" I cried, my legs lting beneath . It was agonizing to keep running when every fiber of my being scread to stop.
I glanced ahead—my only hope. For so inexplicable reason, the massive gate before stood open. But, as if mocking my plight, it began to lower, inching downward at a torturous pace due to that bastard's orders.
"I can't make it," I realized, the truth heavy in my chest.
As much as I wanted to cling to that elusive hope, the reality remained… it was impossible.
"Argh!"
And there it was—the mont that would seal my fate.
An arrow pierced my calf.
"AHHHHHHH!"
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