All Master of the 100th Floor

I was strong. So strong that I could even afford to show mercy to others. And that was a mistake. The bastard over there, clutching a sword and bawling, was the one I had yielded the holy sword to. The bastard over there, fleeing with his eyes shut, was the one I had yielded the ten-thousand-year ginseng to. And countless other worms besides them. As a result of showing half-hearted pity and mercy to those who were unqualified, humanity suffered a crushing defeat. So this time, everything is mine.

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