remorse.
Jack found one in an instant.
"Let's see…"
He focused on the being's existence and willed it to end.
Poof!
The true immortal exploded in a burst of blood mist. No resistance. No last words.
Not even a lingering soul fragment remained. He had been erased from reality itself.
Jack smirked. "Yup. I'm OP indeed."
The sheer ease of it all amused him.
People always talked about struggle, about how hardship built character, about how one needed to endure suffering to become strong.
But to Jack, those were just empty words.
The ones who preached such nonsense had probably never experienced true suffering.
They didn't know what it was like to be powerless, to be at the mercy of a cruel and uncaring world.
Strength wasn't just a tool—it was the only thing that truly mattered.
And now, Jack had more than enough of it.
"Now, I can finally correct the mistakes of the past and live a happy life," Jack said, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and determination.
