I lived for myself. I had the talent, and so I was able to live like that. Born as a wretch at the bottom of the slums, I exploited the lowlifes of the slums with a talent I accidentally realized. It was because I didn’t want to be hungry. So, I devoured all the cartels that ruled the slums and then exploited them. It was to get a warm house that would block the chilly winter wind. I made a wretched deal with those of noble blood. In the flames of a war that engulfed the continent, I satisfied their lowly desires. The money they had was the reason why I got in touch with them. When the Demon King finally appeared in this world, I hid myself in the depths of darkness that even the Demon King could not reach. I just hid and waited until the heroes subdued the Demon King. Thus, I was able to continue this miserable life. The talent that was bestowed upon me, that absurd miracle, made it possible. It was a life where I trampled on countless people, but I didn’t feel guilty about it. The life I had barely gained was so sweet that I had no time to look away from it. So I didn’t want to be understood. I didn’t even want salvation. I swore to myself that even if I were to meet a miserable end, I would accept it with a smile. I swore‌ I would gladly pay the price for all the sins I’ve committed in my life. That’s why. “Are you awake?” At the end of my life, I thought there would be no one left by my side.