I almost died countless times. I survived over and over again.

And then I fought again. And I lost and lost and lost and

lost and lost and lost and lost and won and lost and lost and

lost and lost and lost and won and lost and lost and lost and

lost and lost and won and lost and lost and lost and lost and

lost. And any pain I go through, any

suffering I endure, if it doesn't kill me, it'll make me

suffer. Weak.

So I get a crappy nickname. I'm weak so no one believes in

me. I hate how worthless I am.

You're done, so give up. Stop now before you break, kid.

Give up. There was a time in my life when

I might have given up, but that's all behind me now.

Commoner rat disgrace, failure. Do you think I care if I fit in

with you people? You know you better listen up

because I wasn't done talking. I'm going to get results like no

one asked before. I'll do whatever it takes to

become the Wizard King and prove you wrong if it means winning.

I don't mind destroying my old self.

I'll be reborn again as many times as it takes.

I'm just an ordinary guy and I've reached my damn limits.

Your limit. Who decides what your limit is?

Instead of overthinking your setbacks, just focus on moving

forward. How could I have forgotten it's

survival of the fittest in this world, This world filled with

violence, deception and betrayal.

How could I? Oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh I

want strength. What I need now is true

strength, and I am not going to give up until I get it.

So pathetic. All that talk about how ready

you are and this is the best you could do.

But I guess it's only your appearance that's changed.

Dig deeper and you're still weak.

You rank Hunter Jinu Sung. That's all you'll ever be.

A dreamer who never learned his place.

Shut your mouth. Not yet.

I'm not done. It's not over.

I won't give up. Not yet.

I'm still not giving up. No, I have been lost yet.

My magic is never giving up. I'll get stronger if it's the

last thing I do, but once every few months when my confidence

takes a nose dive and I'm wallowing in negativity, I think

I'm nothing but average. And then I think, hey, Mr

Average, do you really have time to be hanging your head?

If I keep trying until I can do it, then I can do it.

You really think you can save this little brat?

That does sound like something a wannabe hero would say.

It's not a matter of whether or not I can do it.

A hero's job is to risk his life to turn his promises into a

reality. Why did you risk your life?

He's the greatest hero and I want to be just like him.

In order. To do that, I have to be strong

enough to become number. 1. There was a moment when you

actually said you gave up. Surrender is an outcome far

worse than defeat. Wipe that smile off your face,

stopping black. Is that your only goal?

You think it ends there? Think about the next threat in a

year or five or 10, for think about your pride is seeing blood

flows in your veins. If you're my son, as you claim,

then I won't tolerate you losing to anyone.

You'll be the best or you'll be nothing.

No matter what it takes, even if it means becoming a devil.

I have to push past my limits if I can't get through this, and

I'll never become the Wizard King right here, right now.

I'm going to bust fast my lemons.

I'll prove it. Show them all shows.

Prove what? That even if you're bored a

commoner in the Northam, you can still become the Wizard King.

I hate myself more than anyone else.

I always try to get my act together but I just end up

running away or cowering in fear.

I'm pathetic. I want to change, I want to be a

capable individual. Don't ever give up.

Don't ever give up, even if it's painful, even if it's agonising.

Don't try to take the easy way out.

As your exam. Proctor I recommend you drop

out. You can recommend whatever you

want, but it's my call. Clinging to a dream at my age

might be pathetic. Whatever anyone here thinks

about me, I'm risking everything.

This whole life I've built to chase my dreams again.

Don't take. Any unnecessary risks?

Sorry Chico, but I'm pretty sure this one is necessary.

Everyone here, everyone of my comrades put their lives on the

line. I won't be the only one trying

to save his own skin. Do you know what the process of

forging a sword is? When making a sword, you hammer

and hammer to get rid of impurities and anything else you

don't need. The greater the purity of the

blade, the more durable it becomes.

Mastering even 1 is cause for celebration.

You can only do one thing. Hone it to perfection, work on

refining it to its utmost potential.

Zenitsu perfected. It's all right to cry or go off

by yourself. Just don't ever give up.

Believe in yourself. Look, everyone talks about how

they need motivation to get started.

They want to feel that fire, that push, that perfect moment.

Well, guess what? That fire isn't coming for you.

You've been waiting on motivation like it's some kind

of saviour, like it's going to drag you out of bed, put on your

shoes and force you to get after it.

But it won't. You want results, you want

change. You don't wait on it.

You don't even need it. I didn't become the strongest

hero by some miracle of fate or talent.

I wasn't born with special powers or destiny.

I became who I am because I made a decision every single day.

I showed up, I did the work, even when it was boring, even

when it felt pointless, even when nobody cared.

I stayed on the path because I decided.

You think power comes from excitement, from feeling hyped?

Nah, power comes from consistency, from discipline,

from showing up and doing the damn thing every single day.

You've got to stop waiting for the perfect conditions.

Stop waiting for people to understand.

Stop waiting for validation, for someone to tell you it's your

time. It's already your time.

The second you decide that it is.

You want to be strong? Good, then suffer.

You want to achieve something? Then stop whining about how hard

it is and embrace the grind. The pain, the boredom, the

frustration. It's all part of it.

You learn to carry it. And you stop asking for

shortcuts because here's the truth, there are none.

The only way out is through, and that means you've got to be

ready to run through walls every day, whether you feel like it or

not. So ask yourself, are you serious

about your goals or are you just playing at them?

If you're serious, then get up, get to work.

Don't wait on motivation. Let the discipline carry you

where motivation never will. You'll find out real quick who

you are when the hype fades and it's just you and the grind.

When the world doesn't give a damn and you're left with

nothing but sweat, soreness, and silence, that's when you'll know

who you really are. You're tired, aren't you?

Not just tired of failing, tired of lying, lying to yourself

every night. Tomorrow I'll fix it.

But tomorrow comes and you're still the same person, still

stuck, still ashamed. Let's cut the bullshit.

No one is coming to save you. Not your mom, not your future

wife, not God. You have to save you.

You. Want to know?

Why your life hasn't changed? Because you haven't.

You're waiting for a. Sign.

For motivation, for someone to give you permission, Wake up.

Motivation is a myth discipline. Is the truth you think you're?

Broken. Good broken things get.

Rebuilt stronger, but first. You.

Got to pick. Up the damn tools.

Yeah, change hurts. You know what hurts worse?

Regret wasting years wondering what if while your family

watches you settle for less, You think they deserve that version

of you, The one who quit, The one who chose TikTok over

progress. No, your kids won't remember

your excuses. They'll remember your absence,

your weakness, or they'll remember your comeback.

You're scared. I get it.

You think if you try and fail, you'll prove everyone right.

But here's the secret. You've already failed by not

trying. That voice saying you're a

loser. It's not your enemy, it's your

alarm clock. Hit, snooze and you die.

Slow. Hit the floor and you fight.

Look at where you are. Look at the world they've built

around you. You see it, don't you?

Every wall, every limit, it's there to keep you in line.

But here's the thing. You're not here to be

controlled. You're here to break everything

in your way. Freedom.

It's not handed to you on a silver platter, It's torn from

the hands of those who think they own it.

You want to change your fate? You fight for it.

You think power is something they'll just give you.

It's earned through blood, sweat, and sheer will.

They'll doubt you, call you weak, laugh at your ambition.

Let them. Because they don't know what

you're capable of. You don't even know yet.

But when you push through, when you refuse to break, then you'll

see. Then they'll see.

You aren't just here to survive, you're here to dominate.

You're here to destroy anyone who says otherwise.

The world doesn't bend to wishes or dreams.

It bends to power. Raw, unyielding power.

Every time you hesitate, someone stronger than you is taking

what's yours. Stop waiting for permission.

Stop asking for their approval. Power isn't given, it's taken by

force. Your force become more than they

ever thought you could be, and when you do, everything they

fought to keep away from you will fall into your hands.

This world was never meant to be fair, it's meant to be

conquered. You've been playing their game

for too long. Hiding your power, Holding back

because of what? Their rules, their judgments.

It's laughable. You're not like them.

You never were. Deep down you've always known

it. You want power.

Stop pretending to be something you're not.

Let go. Let them fear you.

Unleash every dark, ruthless part of yourself and take what's

yours. There's no glory in being the

hero. The real power comes when you

embrace what you're truly capable of without mercy.