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Chapter 125: The Story of Lilyana Creater 3
🕑 Added 2024-08-11 11:09:32 +0000 UTCI felt confident that I could win. I had trained so hard, sacrificed so much effort, surely my efforts would pay off.
But I was wrong. I was defeated easily, without mercy. Every blow I received, every time my body fell to the ground, shattered the hopes I had painstakingly built. All the efforts I had made so far... felt pointless.
And then I saw Asyla fighting. The girl I had always underestimated, whom I thought should not be better than me.
I could only stand frozen, shocked, and devastated as I watched Asyla fight with such skill and prowess. Everything I had done seemed insignificant compared to the expertise that Asyla possessed.
I was disappointed. More than that, I was crushed. All my efforts, all the suffering I endured, seemed to mean nothing anymore.
Asyla, who had always been a shadow in my life, was now standing on the stage that was supposed to be mine. And I... I was just a spectator, witnessing the bitter reality I never wanted.
Since that defeat, I never stopped trying. I kept pushing myself to be better, stronger, and more prepared to face a world that always demanded more.
Living in the academy dormitory made me fully responsible for myself, and I utilized every second of my time to practice and learn.
I began to study things that others might consider unimportant. I learned to use a sewing machine, a skill that might seem trivial, but for me, it was a symbol of my ability to create something useful.
I also learned to grow vegetables... Watching something grow from a tiny seed into something alive and useful provided a satisfaction I couldn't get from anything else.
However, despite all these new skills, I realized that I was still far from perfect. I still felt worse than others.
Then, one day, I met Haruto Sato. A boy known throughout the academy as a troublemaker, someone who often skipped classes but somehow always managed to pass every semester exam.
Haruto Sato often bullied and beat up other kids, and no one dared to fight back. Everyone was afraid that the Sato family would retaliate against them if they dared to oppose Haruto.
I did not like Haruto. Haruto was the embodiment of everything I hated... a boy who relied solely on his family's big name but had no real value. To me, Haruto was someone pathetic, disgusting, and insignificant.
Bad rumors about Haruto circulated everywhere, and it was not hard to believe the negative gossip. Even the teachers at the academy seemed to no longer care about Haruto.
They did not try to control Haruto, as if he was beyond saving. From everything I heard, Haruto Sato had no special abilities whatsoever.
Where Haruto was neither an Anomaly nor an Abnormal... just an ordinary boy trapped in an extraordinary family.
There were rumors that the Sato family didn't even care about Haruto, considering him a useless child, simply because he was not born with special abilities.
Hearing those rumors, something within me changed. Haruto, who had previously only seemed like an enemy I had to hate, now felt closer to me.
I began to feel a strange sympathy for Haruto. Perhaps, behind all the violence and roughness, Haruto felt what I felt.
We were both born into families with a great reputation, yet we had never been able to meet the expectations placed upon us. I knew how painful it was to be unwanted, to be someone considered a failure.
Although I still disagreed with what Haruto did, I began to see him not just as a troublemaker, but as someone who was also struggling to find his place in this world... just like me.
