I will control this damned prison And I will take back everything that is mine
I will kill Venus with my own hands
"Curse you all," I cursed. I stood before Jordan, that damned one, who trembled in intense fear. I drew my sword and looked at him. My men began attacking from all directions. With a simple display of their power, the battle ended swiftly.
One of the individuals attempted to attack me, trying to protect Jordan's leader. I made my sword pierce through his head. I remembered, in my true world, that there was no one trying to protect me. It was me who defended myself. It was me who stood on my own two feet. It was me who faced the world alone, with no one standing in my way to defend me. So, I made my sword penetrate the wretched soldier's body, destroying his innards.