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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Among the Cornerstones of the tombstone, Dorothy was jokingly called the weakest.
Matteus, originally the boss of an organized crime group, possessed strong power befitting a position that could not be held without overwhelming force.
The serial killer Murder Ghost Legorodo was needless to say.
For him, killing people was simpler than cooking rice, and surprisingly, Saloca was also not someone to be taken lightly.
He made it his life’s work to obtain and sell information while wandering the underworld.
He had enough power to proudly hold a position in such a world.
In contrast, Dorothy was inherently a physically weak “woman”, had no notable combat skills, and was originally in charge of a field far removed from fighting.
Dorothy considered this a shame.
She had been sold to a brothel at a young age.
She didn’t even have a choice.
Dorothy’s virginity was worth just 100 marks.
It happened when she was 10 years old, before she had even started menstruating.
She learned about the world at a rapid pace.
How to flatter, and how to get what she wanted through it.
How to enchant men and how to secretly steal and resell drugs.
Of course, it wasn’t smooth sailing.
She got caught many times.
Each time, Dorothy had to pour out everything to survive.
She ruthlessly discarded her self-esteem, pride, and humanity.
However, even amidst all this, Dorothy’s eyes never lost their light.
She had a twisted heart that could be held by someone who had nothing.
She would grasp everything in this world in her hands.
That was how Dorothy was born.
She deceived an older sister from the same brothel who had been particularly kind to her, causing her to be sold to a former nobleman with a bad reputation.
She tricked the manager into having the boss who supplied drugs track down and kill him, and in the meantime, she gained the boss’s trust and became his faithful lover, and finally, after learning everything by his side.
Dorothy poisoned her lover.
Everything he had fell into her hands intact.
Power accumulated in her nickname ‘Hetaira’.
Everyone in the brothel feared her.
The girl who had to helplessly lose her virginity at the age of 10 became a big shot in charge of a part of the underworld at just 20 years old.
Eight years.
That was the time it took for Dorothy to achieve her dream.
However, everything she held was shattered in an instant.
The first was President Mikhail, who set out to purify all of the filth from the capital Hoenbaren.
The second was Luthers Edan, whom she encountered in a small northern town she had fled to.
-Kill me… Just kill me, you bastards… Why are you doing this to me…? Why…?? What did I do wrong—!!
All her cherished subordinates were slaughtered by one person.
Her business was in shambles beyond recovery, and Dorothy herself could only pour out her emotions in front of the grim reaper with flashing blue eyes.
It was natural, as all the values she had worshipped crumbled overnight.
But that became the turning point in Hetaira Dorothy’s life.
-My name is Luthers Edan. I’m the commander of Graveyard Fortress.
-Fo-Fortress commander? Why is an Imperial Army general here… I-I quietly left the capital as you said! Now you’re changing your words again—
-I’m sorry, but I didn’t come to kill you. Rather, I came to ask for a favor. I have a job for you. For the future of all of us and the Empire.
It was sophistry.
After ruthlessly destroying everything she had desperately scraped together, all he had to say was talk about the “future”.
But why?
At that moment, she realized that everything she had been chasing until now was meaningless.
An unrivaled expert who could instantly kill those who had made a name for themselves in the underworld.
The commander of Graveyard Fortress, the Empire’s frontline fortress, whom even Dorothy, who had no interest in war, had heard of at some point.
A man who always emitted a brilliant radiance while desperately pursuing impossible goals, whether in dark places or bright places.
Brigadier General Luthers Edan.
Luthers Edan was the only person who could overturn the fate entangled in this world.
The moment she made that man hers, she could achieve the goal she had dreamed of since childhood.
Dorothy’s thinking was not wrong.
The Graveyard Fortress Commander completely crushed the Titans’ overwhelming offensive, launched a counteroffensive, and reclaimed the old human territories that had been helplessly taken away.
He succeeded in operations deemed impossible, and spared no means to achieve them.
He even sought help from criminals that other soldiers shuddered at and disliked, in order to save people.
And finally, the Imperial Army’s offensive, with Luthers Edan as its spearhead, precisely pierced the Titans’ last stronghold.
It was a victory.
When she heard that news, Dorothy trembled with a more intense thrill than anyone else.
She wasn’t wrong.
This was the man.
What she ultimately needed to conquer wasn’t the worthless pigs of the capital, the rats of the underworld, money, honor, or status.
It was Luthers Edan.
The legendary war hero was the ultimate goal she had to grasp.
From then on, Dorothy desperately sought ways to compensate for her lacking combat skills.
As always, to trample on those who looked down on her and climb over them.
To break the necks of the vile females who targeted the man she considered more important than her life.
Just like now.
“You fucking bitch!!”
A dagger that had suddenly appeared from her bosom grazed Charlotte’s hair.
Rustle, a few strands of blonde hair were cut off and scattered on the floor.
It was a blade so sharp that it could cut hair just by grazing it, but Charlotte was not soft either.
Charlotte Evergreen had always been part of the Graveyard’s formula for victory.
What was needed to overturn an overwhelming difference in military power was not just grand strategy and the tactical coordination of small units derived from it.
Supply and logistics.
Charlotte faithfully fulfilled that role as the fortress’s logistics chief.
Moreover, Charlotte now had regained all her memories.
She was a warrior forged by regression who had risen again after stepping over countless deaths and experiences over more than 100 years.
No matter how much Dorothy had honed her killing techniques from underworld figures, to Charlotte, it was just meaningless flailing.
“You… fuck!! Fuuuck!!”
“Whoa, so that’s what I was like. The expression ‘having a rag in your mouth’ is exactly right. How can you be so vulgar.”
Charlotte said leisurely while widening the distance.
There was an overwhelming gap.
Sharing all those past memories through accompanying a regressor had this much power.
Perhaps that was why Luthers had failed until now.
Those who assisted Luthers had also changed a lot through several regressions.
All of that might have acted as variables.
If Luthers hadn’t restored their memories… wouldn’t humanity have been able to obtain salvation earlier?
Charlotte thought as she skillfully avoided the vicious dagger.
Of course, from the receiving end, it was just frustrating.
Dorothy, judging that she couldn’t respond with her power alone, stabbed a portable syringe from her pocket into her thigh.
“Ugh, uuugh…!! Aaaagh!!”
Bulging.
Her blood vessels expanded, clearly protruding along her skin.
Her eyes became bloodshot, and her breathing became much rougher than before.
“Ah…”
Charlotte’s brow furrowed.
That drug, she remembered it.
It was the combat stimulant of unknown origin that Luthers Edan had distributed to the remaining troops when they were completely isolated in the twenty-third cycle.
He had said to face them to the end and meet death together on the same day, even if they died.
It was a drug whose origin even she, as the logistics staff officer, couldn’t determine, but it turned out to be something from this drug addict.
“Luthers… really. You’ve tried everything you could.”
Charlotte muttered bitterly.
As someone who knew how desperate he had been even among the countless branches of the future she had seen directly by boarding Oracle, Luthers of this cycle invariably chose to fight to the death.
Even if he would end up being stabbed in the back by the Security Agency subordinates who failed to understand the director’s intentions until the end.
Even if all his limbs were cut off and he was thoroughly played by the President’s intentions.
Luthers Edan never gave up, and always charged towards the President’s residence in Hoenbaren, shedding tears of blood.
“You bitch!! Don’t carelessly speak that name!! That person is, mine. He’s mine!!!”
Charlotte faced Dorothy, who was making her last desperate struggle in a miserable state, straight on.
Her blue eyes, resembling those of her beloved fiancé Luthers Edan, gleamed ominously.
“No, no one can possess that person.”
“Kyaaaaaah!! You bitch!!”
“Not you, and not me either.”
Whoosh.
The wire that flew from her arm rotated widely, wrapping around Dorothy’s neck and pinning her to the wall.
“Kek, keck!!”
Just as Dorothy, whose movements were instantly restrained, was trying to break the wire while making choking sounds.
“I hope we never meet in the next cycle, Dorothy.”
“Fuuuuck!!”
The other wire attached to her opposite hand pierced straight through her face.
The face of the Hetaira that had once bewitched countless men of the Empire was no longer recognizable.
“And… I’ll put that drug to good use. Don’t resent me too much, since I’m using it to help the man you were so obsessed with.”
Charlotte offered a moment of silent prayer towards Dorothy, then quietly proceeded to her quarters.
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[YEAAAA finally dis bitch died lel lets gooo charlotte]
