The dream of a true man is a bloody dream. Without being built upon carnage, how could one be worthy of becoming a supreme prodigy, destined to surpass the ordinary?
A dream, if too small, remains a trivial aspiration for the weak-willed—those content to settle for mediocrity and complacency.
Yet, a dream too grand, beyond one's reach, turns into delusion and wishful thinking.
Knowing oneself and one's enemy, understanding one's strengths and weaknesses, and combining a touch of madness with ambition—this is how dreams transform into genuine ideals.
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"Transformation!"
Nathan spoke coldly, an overwhelming demonic aura surging from his body. The *Blade* in his hand slashed down, executing a decisive strike.
"Destructive Kill!"