Chapter 151
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He regained his senses after taking his own life several times. He couldn’t continue like this.
He had become numb to death, a small mercy. He could maintain his composure even with a blade at his throat.
He could plan his next move even as he died. It was an impulsive decision, but he grabbed a few swords and fled, seeking refuge in the remote mountains of the East, far from the empire.
The rugged terrain offered him the seclusion he needed.
This was the first time he had left the empire. He didn’t want to waste time wondering what to do. He picked up a sword.
He didn’t just want to be proficient. He wanted to master the blade, even if it killed him.
Could he do it?
He didn’t entertain the possibility of failure. He would make the impossible possible. He knew he lacked talent.