There was a saying that when one felt frustrated, they should move their body first. From my perspective, it was not entirely wrong. Most of my worries and thoughts vanished in the face of physical pain. Whether I ran until my lungs burned or swung a sword until my arms trembled with exhaustion, the effect was the same: once the body was pushed past its limit, the lump inside me dulled.0

Of course, what formed inside me was never large enough to be called a lump. Still, I had little tolerance for this kind of stress. After the regression, I lived entirely on my own terms. I saw no reason to exercise patience over something like this. For these reasons, I wanted to vent my emotions by hitting, by beating something into submission.0

The released demon had strange characteristics. It took the form of an octopus and could even split itself. What unsettled me most, though, was the scent. Why does it smell so delicious?4

I summoned my internal energy and wrapped it around my hands. The flames roared, searing the octopus tentacle. At that moment, a fragrant aroma drifted into my nose. I didn't want to admit it, given that...0