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{In A Bright World}
While the hall turned its attention to Sinbad.
Its hate, its curiosty, and its anger.
Zafar remained still.
"He'll need to get stronger. Much, much, much stronger if he's going to kill me in the end. I can't let—"
Those words couldn't leave his mind.
They repeated over and over and over again.
Hah... Malik really had high expectations, huh?
Just how much did Zafar let him down?
How deeply did he disappoint him?
Much, much, much stronger...
No.
He wasn't enough.
He was unfathomably far from enough.
Even if he had the entire world behind him, Malik would've never been felled by his hands.
If not for Malik, if not for his want, they truly would have been nothing... even more than now.
For God's sake, he could flick them dead.
They didn't earn any of this.
Not a single thing.
Zafar... he... he felt shame.
