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I look at the sword, then assess my condition.

To put it bluntly, the situation is utterly hopeless.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I’ve been completely wrecked.

Even twitching a finger makes my muscles scream. Simply staying upright on my trembling legs is practically a miracle.

But am I going to give up just like this?

No. If I’d planned to give up without even trying, I wouldn’t have taken over in the first place.

Fortunately, what I have to do now requires more brains than brawn, so that’s one small mercy.

‘So I’m the intellectual one.’

That must be why the Heavenly Demon side of me swallowed its pride and brought me out, right?

The Heavenly Demon can’t do it, but I have a way to erase that crude sword aura entirely...