Prologue

I lived for myself.

I had the talent, so I chose to live that way.

Born as a beggar at the bottom of the slums, I used a talent that was awakened by chance to exploit its lowlifes.

It was because I didn’t want to starve to death.

So, I devoured and exploited all the cartels that ruled the slums.

It was to get a warm house that would keep out the cold winter breeze.

In the flames of a war that engulfed the continent, I made a vile deal with the nobles, satisfying their lowly desires.

It was because I wanted the money they had.

When the Demon King finally descended upon this world, I hid myself in the depths of darkness beyond his reach and waited for the Heroes to defeat the Demon King.

Thus, I was able to continue this miserable life.

This life made possible by the talent that was bestowed upon me—that absurd miracle.

It was a life in which I trampled on countless lives, but I never felt guilty.

The life I had barely attained tasted so sweet, that I couldn’t take my eyes off it.