As the ruined city moved at its pace, Alex practiced his sword art and routine exercise. It was something he had to do every day in order to improve.
Some say that monsters like Alex are given everything from birth, making them complacent. For Alex, however, that wasn't true.
Alex had lived a life where he had nothing and talent didn't mean much. There, no matter how talented you were, a single bullet was enough to end you.
Alex knew what struggle was—something compulsory to become stronger on the knight's path.
Many teachers in the academy tell students to struggle, but not many can actually do it.
"Phew..." A turbid breath left his lips as Alex finally relaxed.
Crack
His gaze turned to the floor of the room as he sighed. 'I guess this is the lowest damage I could do,' he thought as he saw the whole room, from the ceiling to the corner of the room, filled with blade marks, even though all he did was train barehanded.
