Sven had a foul expression on his face as he left the alleyway. He did not see how the look in the girl''s eyes went from being hopeful to hopeless. The same could be said for the look in Sven''s eyes because he felt like he had lost all hope. He became a decorated firefighter after retiring from the military. However, his parentster lost their lives in a huge fire.


    The empress then took that opportunity to strip his family of everything-money, honor, and even his sister.


    By the time Sven got to see his sister again, she had turned into a corpse.


    It turned out his heart had died a long while ago. In the past, he still had some hope in him because of his sister, but now...


    He wanted revenge, but the other party was too strong. An ordinary person like him could not get rid of them. No, he could not do it...


    Sven stopped in his tracks.


    He felt an uneasiness within him. An intense feeling that he should have forgotten made its way into his heart.


    "No, don''t, please. Just let it be. Please let me be an ordinary person and forget everything," Sven said as he ced a hand on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart. He should have gotten used to this long ago. Yet, he could not get used to it. Sven''s heart began racing, and he felt euphoric.


    "I... I want it!" Sven turned and dashed toward the hooligans.


    He began fighting them.


    After all, he used to be in the military.


    That meant the hooligans were no match for him and were easily overpowered by Sven.


    "Gosh, you''re a busybody, aren''t you?" one of the hooligans asked. He gritted his teeth together as he retrieved a gun from his belt. The other hooligans soon followed suit.


    The hooligans fired several shots in quick session.


    Sven copsed to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him.


    "Haha, alright, darling. No one''s going to bother us now. Let''s enjoy ourselves..."


    "Hey!" Sven''s voice rang out once more behind them.


    The eyes of the leader widened as he turned to look behind with a fearful expression on his face.


    He knew for a fact he had shot Sven. Indeed, the bullet wounds were still there. However, somehow, Sven was walking toward him despite being covered in wounds all over


    "Y-You! You''re a monster!"


    The hooligans were so frightened that they ran away at top speed.


    After the hooligans ran off, Sven walked toward the girl so that he couldfort her. However, she was also frightened by his appearance and screamed as she


    fled toward the streets.


    Sven did not run after her. He looked down at his body, where the bullet wounds were healing at an extremely fast rate. He was experiencing that feeling once again.


    Thest time this happened was


    during the game. He was on hisst breath but had miraculouslye. back to life as the barrier between the worlds broke down. Another time was when he was at the peak of the snow mountain, where he could feel his previously dead


    of the snow mountain, Pet


    organs rapidly healing.


    Sven picked up the beer he had put on the ground. However, the bullets had found their way to them as well, and all the liquid inside the cans was gone.


    He looked at the beer and then at the blood on the ground, which had already started evaporating.


    Deep down, he knew that even if he did not have these powers, he would still have run forth without a second thought-even if it meant he would have died there. "Sure enough, I''m still..." A smile tugged on his lips as the thought urred to him. "Am I a monster? That''s not half bad."


    Sven got into contact with Val after that. He decided he wanted to be a part of the Savior Project.


    Then, Val told him news about Marie.


    "Marie needs your help now. She''s at..."


    It was New Year''s Day.


    Nash spent the day celebrating with the Lewis family.


    At the end of the celebration, he carefully helped Hera to the bedroom.