"Bastard, surrender yourself!"

"You think you can escape our encirclement?!"

"An omnicidal fiend like you can only atone in death!"

Despite his precarious situation, a young man ignored the union's provocations. His violet robe was in tatters, showing the incredible number of attacks he received, yet there was no sign of injury. Noticing the light smile tugging at his lips, the pursuing heroes warily watched him, cautious of a final attack. It was only by working together that they could corner a monster like him.

An arrow pierced the air, beelining towards the young man. A malicious gleam revealed itself in his eyes; he unsheathed his sword, a long, curved blade, and deflected the projectile, spiking it into the ground. The archer's eyes widened before being split in two. He died suddenly and indignantly. The group backed away; their former confidence diminished greatly by the invisible counter. It was then that the young man sighed, his voice full of lament and self-pity.

"Being a saint truly is difficult, even the world cannot understand my righteous actions."

The expressions of the surrounding heroes turned ugly. Such blatant hypocrisy! 

Yes, the protagonist is a villain. We don't do morals here.

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