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Legends speak of beings so ancient and powerful, the Gods and the Devils are but children to them. Not many records remain of such beings, but what is known is that contrary to Gods and Devils, these beings are completely oblivious to the reasoning and emotions of mortals and see them as one would see a speck of dust on the floor. The few sources that have been found say that they have been sealed long ago, but were they really? Could such powerful beings actually be bound by anything apart from their own twisted and unintelligible will? Perhaps they let themselves be sealed. Perhaps they died off. Perhaps they left this world. Or perhaps, the worst possible option...... they are still here.... watching us....

Unknown Scholar, Inquisitorial Archive

"Ugh, where am I?"

Andrew looked around, and saw that he was in complete darkness. He thought he may have been captured again and put into another cell, but he realized that despite the darkness, he could see his body clearly.

"Wait, now I remember!"

"Thank the lord! It would have been problematic to explain everything"

".......So, it's you"

The black figure the he had met at the church was now standing in front of him, as his five meters height dwarfed Andrew. Just his legs were three meters, and their slimness added to his odd, cartoonish looks.

"So it's me. Now Mr. Tenebris, I suppose you already know what I want"

"Yes, I do..... Even if it's really strange...."

"I'll ignore the last comment. Now, please take a seat"

A huge armchair made of black fabric and golden wood that seemed to come out from a 19th century palace appeared behind Andrew, and without questioning it too much, he sat on it. The black figure sat on an identical armchair, adding to his ridicules, as its legs awkwardly moved apart so as to let its face be visible.

"So, what do you want me to tell you?"

The mysterious being smiled and began tapping its long, claw-like fingers together, like some stereotypical villain.

"Well, let's begin with something light, something easy. What do you think of your progress?"

"My.... progress?"

"Yes, your progress. What do you think of it? Are you satisfied by it? Do you think you could do more? Maybe what was given to you doesn't..... satisfy you?"

"..... I'm good with my progress. I mean, I need more experience, but apart from that, I was given enough to do my mission"

"Aaaaah, I see, I see, you lack experience. But isn't that a problem in itself? I mean, an unknown world, unknown dangers, but certainly many enemies. And yet dad sent you to this world, without any sort of training whatsoever. It's like giving a child a book about being a Hero and telling him, go, be a Hero with only that. Isn't that farfetched? It's almost like..... he doesn't want you to become powerful"

"What? That's ridiculous! If I don't get any stronger, how would I defeat my enemies? I'm basically making a crusade against half the world. And are you really his son?!?"

The black figure extended its right hand and tapped Andrew's mouth with its index, while it put the left index in front of its own mouth.

"Ssssshhh, I already told you Mr. Tenebris. I make the questions. Now, yes, you're right. Your enemies are the Light Dweller population in itself, you'd need power. But maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want you to become TOO powerful?"

"Are you serious? He would risk the life of his only champion just for that?!? I think you're full of shit"

"Ah, Mr. Tenebris, you're smart, why don't you look at the evidence? An ancient God who lost his once almighty powers, that barely survived only because one of his Altars remained, so desperate to call a kid from another world to do his bidding, the moment he deemed said kid fit for the mission. He then proceeded to force the kid to become his champion, only to send him basically blind into the world, expecting him to manage to beat all challenges with only the bare minimum required of strength and a giant mind book.

But I mean, why wouldn't he? If he trained the kid, he may have rebelled. He may have refused to do his bidding. He may have had enough power to escape his grasp, or even worse, overthrow him. And even if the kid died, he could just summon another one in a few hundred years, after all he had eternity. The otherworlder would live thanks to his wits, or die pitifully because of his foolishness. Can't you see? The only reason you're alive now is because you realized how to use your powers in a smart way, because, if you didn't do so, all of the enemies that you faced, all of the dangers you managed to overcome, would have spelled your end"

Silence was Andrew's only answer. The figure grinned with satisfaction and continued.

"If you just met headfirst into your enemies, you would have died a long time ago. You could have even died at Greyleaf forest. If the day the templars arrived you just attacked their scouts by yourself, instead of using the goblins, you would have slaughtered them, but you would have been heavily wounded and tired, making you an easy target for the remaining 800 enemies, who would have quickly realized what happened. Well, after that the only real danger you faced was Lanius to be honest, and even with the power boost that was given to you, you still lost. Then you won against Jupir and the Lord Inquisitor because I helped you.

And yes, you may argue, that there were moments in which dad helped you when he could have left you to fend for yourself, for example the time you escaped from Rulia, but that was like an investment, with no risk, but a great reward. And the reason you can talk with me now, is because you were smart enough, actually no, compassionate enough to help the Kradlaits eliminate their insanity, which wouldn't have stopped them from evolving into an army, but would have made them much more inefficient and result in them being defeated, due to their mostly feral state. And even if they had a good leader, it wouldn't have been enough to command an army of ferals. Do you understand?"

Andrew stood silent for a while, before finally answering.

".... Even if you're right, what makes you different from him? Honestly, I'm not even listening to your argument, but still, you don't seem that different"

The figure made a curious face and raised its nonexistent eyebrow, as if the fact that his discussion wasn't listened to didn't anger him in the slightest.

"Ah, Mr. Tenebris, I told you that I make the questions, but you're just too interesting. Please, tell me what is wrong with my argument?"

"Your whole argument is based on the idea that Murgin didn't give me enough power to deal with everything by myself without needing to strategize. That's idiotic. Of course he wouldn't send an overpowered idiot into the world, it wouldn't benefit him at all in the long run. And the only reason I managed to do any of the things I did is because I used his powers, even if I had to use those powers intelligently. I think you just want to manipulate me by making him seem like an asshole while complimenting me. I'm not that dumb, and honestly, I'd trust a swindler more than you"

The mysterious shadow began clapping and chuckling.

"Bravo, Mr. Tenebris, bravo. Frankly, I would have been a bit disappointed if that was enough to convince you of my dad's intentions. But, I thank the Gods of your world that you're smart enough to question me. But, a swindler, ehehehe, ouch. So, just to be sure, the power he gave you was enough?"

"Yes, that's what I think"

"Ok, then. But he did force you to work for him, didn't he?"

"......Well, yes"

"And he did send you into an unknown world without even teaching you how to use your powers properly?"

"...Yes"

"And is it not true that he gave you an incredibly vague and unlikely mission? Without ever justifying his intense hatred for the Light Dwellers apart from their treatment of monsters and the likes?"

"Yeah, it's true"

"Ah, so you admit it. Honesty is a good thing Mr. Tenebris, a good thing indeed. Now, another question: why did Murgin never mention that mysterious pervert that talked to you some time ago?"

"What, you know about him? Well, it was because he wasn't checking on me and I never told him"

"Really now? And yet he's checking on you when you're doing completely random things like being deceived into giving a marriage ring?"

"Wait, how do you know about that?"

"I know because what he sees, I see. Anyway, doesn't that seems pretty convenient? He luckily enough appears to tell you things at random times, like when you first met Jupir, or during your first meeting with Rulia, do you think it's like that? Of course not! He's constantly observing you, watching your every move and he only intervenes when he sees fit. That mysterious pervert ????, is his friend"

"Does that mean..... he called him or her to help me?"

"No, that pervert does things at his own pace. Though, returning to the matter at hand, why would he feel the need to constantly watch you? Well, first because he's got nothing to do. But the real reason is that he doesn't trust you or maybe he fears you, the point is, he feels it's necessary to take note of all your moves. Now reassuming, Murgin forced you into serving him, sent you into the unknown without training, gave you an incredibly vague reason to fight for and constantly watches you. Now, isn't that all pretty suspicious?"

"....... I guess you're mostly right"

Andrew lowered his head, thinking.

"I'm glad you see what I mean. But now the real question: why are you serving him?

"What? Well, it's to help monsters, of course"

"Uhm, that is weird indeed Mr Tenebris, because last time I checked, you were 100% human and with no prior relationship with monsters. So it seems far fetched that you'd suddenly feel pity for them"

"I understand what you mean. But as you probably already know, I've been abused all my life, and the moment I saw how they were treated I thought I had to intervene"

The figure stood silent for a moment, before walking towards Andrew, a cocky grin on its face.

"Ah, sweet denial, Mr. Tenebris. It was a while since I last felt it"

"Uh? What do you mean? I'm not denying an-"

"Mr. Tenebris, when you were in your world, did you perhaps ever think of helping other bullying victims? Of taking in that lonely stray dog you found on your way home? Of helping those poor children that suffer hunger and struggle every day? Did you for one single day of your life think of helping a complete stranger that was in your same position?"

Andrew began getting nervous at the figure's statements. He could feel sweat on his neck.

"What has that to do with any-"

"Answer"

This time it spoke with an enormous amount of hostility. Andrew began shaking a little.

"....... No, I guess....."

"Exactly. You were abused, ignored, but you didn't bother helping others in your same position. Then why did you suddenly began helping monsters? Is it because you felt forced to do so? But by how quickly you adapted to the goblins it doesn't seem like it. And then again, Murgin never said anything about killing you if you didn't help him, and even if he did, why would you care? You already died once. The worst that could have happened was that you wouldn't have reincarnated. But now that I think about it, you seemed to have forgot that part. And when he told you of turning you into a champion you nonchalantly asked what did you have to do, just as you nonchalantly accepted your death. Isn't that just abnormal? Even if you sacrificed yourself, a normal sane person would be shocked, and would refuse to serve a completely unknown being. Then why were you so calm and willing?"

"...... I.... I don't know...."

The figure closed up on Andrew, his face at merely centimeters from the kid's.

"You don't know? You, such a reasonable cold hearted boy who always thinks before he acts doesn't know? That is just shocking. From how quickly you silently accepted his proposal it seemed almost like you..... had an idea of what it meant"

".... How could I even think of what it meant?!?"

"Yes, Andrew, I was wrong. The keyword is think! You thought you knew what it meant. I mean, with all those light novels you read you already had an idea of what a god would make you do. But still, how could a perfectly normal person even dream of such a thing, even if in such an absurd scenario?"

"Why would have I thought of having to kill people?!?"

The shadow faked a confused expression and scratched its head.

"Uh? But Mr. Tenebris, I never mentioned murder, so why would you bring it up?"

"Eh? W-well, I......"

Andrew's sweating intensified, and he began shaking a little.

"But Mr. Tenebris, don't tell me that from the beginning you assumed that you could have killed someone? Such a bastion of virtue would never consider such a thing, would he?"

"Listen, you want to make it seem like I enjoy killing people, but that's ridiculous! I didn't want to kill anyone, but I had to. Even with that scout I hesitated! I didn't want to kill him!"

"Well, that is weird..... because you say you hesitated, but didn't it take Murgin barely five minutes to convince you with his speech? I mean, it was really touching, yes, but no normal person would be convinced so easily. And don't forget that before that you slaughtered an entire city with the most painful and cruel method one could think of. Without even batting an eye. And after you killed that scout, murder became as easy as eating for you, didn't it? After that time, I've never saw you hesitate in killing anyone. And you did seem pretty empathetic with those goblins, but a bit too much didn't you? You acted like a naive and innocent boy, as if you didn't think that anyone could be so cruel to innocent people. And we both know well that's a lie, don't we? Then why did you want to protect them so stubbornly? Maybe..... it was just a facade. An excuse to save your mask of morality, one you worked so hard to make, despite all"

"No, n-no, that's wrong. Th-that's wrong!"

The figure began distorting in the air, as laughter came from the endless darkness.

"Wrong? Wrong? You said it yourself, didn't you? You became the monster they treated you as Andrew! You had no qualms about killing, the only thing that stopped you were those morals in which you didn't even believe. The only reason you tried to protect them, is because she gave them to you! Yes, you're kind, yes you're smart, but in the end your hatred is what truly represents you Andrew! Your pure, unconditional hatred! And she may have put it to sleep, but after you lost her, it awakened, and without you even knowing, it kept growing and growing, like a cancer that devoured your mind*. Face it, Andrew!"

"No. Shut up. You're wrong. You're full of shit!"

Andrew got up from the armchair and tried to run away, but it only resulted in him getting pulled back on his armchair by the ghostly arms, which wrapped themselves around him, binding him.

"Face it Andrew, Emma's gone. And without her, there's nobody able to stop you from becoming what you really are! And that foolish Arch-Cardinal thinks that she can understand you, that she can change you, but she can't, what she saw was only a glimpse of your true self. A pathetic glimpse that means nothing. You were forsaken, but you don't just hate those that mistreated you, no, the world is guilty as well for creating such detestable creatures, and so are you for being one of them, isn't it? "

"No! Get out. Leave me alone. No!"

"What would you have become if she never existed? A nameless corpse? A deceiver? A murderer? A tyrant? The possibilities were endless! Endless! But now, Andrew, the time has come for the final question!"

"Shut up. Shut uuuuuuup!"

It stood in front of Andrew, staring him right in the eyes, as if he wanted to peep into his soul. The silence lasted only for seconds, but it felt like an eternity for the both of them. But for the shadow, eternity was meaningless. And so was anyone else. It simply smiled friendlily, as it spoke its cruel, cold, merciless words.

"Do you like hurting other people?"

"........ Yes....... I just..... enjoy it........ I never even mentioned it or noticed it till now but....... whenever I hurt someone..... killed someone....... I felt.... relief..... peace..... even before I came in this world..... these thoughts crossed my mind.... to release my anger.... to vent it into the crushed skull of someone...... I kept myself calm, faking it as not caring..... because I knew it would only bring problems..... but I still wanted to do something painful, petty..... I didn't want to hurt any good people though..... That was the limit I wanted to give myself.... an absolute limit...... but does it really matter?..... all those people I killed.... some of them were thugs, but the majority.... they had families, they were families..... and still..... I didn't care.... the relief.... was all the same...... I just ignored it, never acknowledging it..... only now I realize..... what monster I am......... I guess the only people I will never hurt are those dear to me........"

"Oh, but that's the part where you're wrong"

"Uh?"

Andrew looked at him with desperation, the words of the shadow shaking his very core and grasping his heart tightly. A white circle appeared in the air, and an image gradually formed, showing a purple haired girl with emerald eyes crying in her room. Andrew simply gasped, his shock unimaginable.

"E-Emma? W-Why, how?"

"This is a month after your death, my dear"

"A m-month, but.... what is she doing?"

"SHHHHHHHH! THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART!"

It began chuckling and shaking like a child, while rubbing its hands in anticipation. Andrew didn't understand such excitement, but suddenly, his confusion turned into despair. Emma grabbed a pistol from a drawer and pointed it at her head.

"EMMA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? NO!"

"HERE IT COMES! HERE IT COMES!"

Words could be heard from the image:

"Andrew..... *sigh*.... I miss you too much...... I'm sorry for making your effort vain....... I want to see you...."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"OOOOOOOH, COME OOOOOOOOOON!"

And then there was only the sound of the bullet tearing through the girl's head, the unforgettable image of the blood, and then the haunting, cold, lifeless, body. Andrew couldn't believe his eyes, and as the shadow arms left him, he fell on his knees, crying. His heart and will were shattered, and he would have willingly remained there for the rest of his life.

"Emma..... noooooooooooo.... noooooooo.... why? why? Was it because of your family? Whyyyyy? Nooo......."

"OH MY LORD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I WATCH IT! IT'S PERFECT! JUST FREAKING PERFECT! OH, MY LORD! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEY ANDREW, DID YOU SEE HOW HER BRAIN SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE BED?!? IT WAS HILARIOUS! OH, WHY DIDN'T I RECORD HER FAMILY'S REACTION?!? Actually, that would have been pretty boring. They wouldn't say much..... STILL, AMAZING!"

"Youuuuuuuuuuuu.......! How dareeeeeee youuuuuu?"

Andrew was barely able to contain his wrath. Listening to someone laugh off the suicide of the love of his life..... He couldn't bear it, he wouldn't bear it. If it wasn't for his powerlessness, he would have killed the shadow with his own hands, slowly strangling him. He would watch the life fade out from its hollow white eyes, its struggle to escape, its begging for mercy..... and his refusal of it. But the figure simply grinned more at him.

"Oh, are you...... thinking of killing me? I can't read your mind but...... your eyes..... those are some good eyes..... but not good enough..... ehehehe. I gotta say, Andrew, I was quite a bastard with you, but, give me a chance to redeem myself? Think about Emma for a second"

"DON'T SAY HER NAME!........ What about her, you piece of scum?"

"She reincarnated in..... wait for it..... Ghendrel"

"WHAT?!? Wait, why would I believe you?!?"

"If you put like that, why believe her death? Maybe she's still alive, happy, maybe she's already forgotten you!"

"BaaaaaaSSSSSTAAAAAAAAAARD!"

Andrew jumped at the shadow to kill it, but it simply kicked him with its absurdly long legs, flying him into the nothingness. He slowly tried to get up, as the being looked down upon him.

"Andrew, Andrew, why I would I lie to you? I already made it clear that I can't be trusted, why lie? It's much easier to tell the truth, I mean, it works even better than lying sometimes. But I'm not here to give a lesson about evil, I'm her for business..... You see, your dear Emma.... I know where she is, and I can tell you..... at a price...."

Andrew stood up and looked at it straight in the eyes.

"....What's the price?"

"Good, good. Well, the price quite simply is.... I need you to find the pieces of a very special doll. A human sized doll, which is broken in pieces, thirteen to be precise. The problem is that they're all spread out around the world, but don't worry, I already have five and I know where the rest are. So you only need to find eight of them following my indications. And for each one you find, I'll give you more information about Emma. Sounds good?"

"..... Yes, it does"

"Ahahahahah, Andrew, how truly selfish you are. For all you know she may be only a child, or maybe she has a happy family with a husband and children, and yet you strive to find her? Don't you think your presence could only ruin her life?"

Andrew did not react in the slightest to what the shadow said. He knew it only wanted to annoy him and shake him, so as to manipulate him more easily, and it already succeeded once. He would not let it manage to do so again. He would find Emma at all costs. After all, she was the one person that mattered more than anything else in his entire life.

"Then I'll see what she became with my own eyes. I don't care about things like those, and then again, I like hurting people don't I?"

It locked mildly surprised for barely a second, before gifting Andrew of its unnerving grin again.

"Yes you do Mr. Tenebris, yes you do. So, if you are willing to make this contract, shake my hand"

It showed its hand to Andrew, bending down a little bit so as to reach him, its expression now calm and patient, even though it still maintained an almost imperceptible smile. Andrew simply grabbed its hand firmly and shook it. The laughter that was coming from seemingly nowhere intensified and a black flame enveloped their hands, along with everything around them. The flames constantly took unnatural shapes and made sounds more similar to screaming than burning.

"And now we have a deal, Mr. Tenebris. So, as a token of appreciation, I'll give you a piece of information on where Emma is. She's in Uldein. Believe me, that's more vague than you'd think. And with that, the first piece of the doll is in the Imperial Capital of the Sienin Empire, I'll tell you more when you reach it. Good luck"

"Wait, that's all? Nothing else?"

"Regrettably, we used up all of our time, Mr Tenebris. I'd tell you to say hi to dad for me, but that would only bring problems. Till our next meeting"

"Yeah...... till our next meeting, fucker"

The grinning figure made a slight bow, before flinching for a second.

"Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Sseleman. Remember it well"

And so it disappeared and as the fire engulfed him, Andrew woke up gazing at the cloudless blue sky, a few familiar faces watching him confused.

".... Guys....."

"My lad, thank the plagues, you're alive!"

"Andrew, you have a lot to explain. You never told me you were a divine champion! I'm so envious! Thinking of the power of such a Devil sends shivers up my spine!"

"Stop the fangirling Kalas. Hey, kid, you ok then?"

Rakhs, Kalas and and incredibly unappealing man looked at him in relief. When Andrew gave a better look at the man he felt a familiar feeling and realized that he was Murgin.

"Murgin..... how much makeup were you using when we first met?"

"This fucker's fine, don't worry"

Murgin grumbled and helped Andrew get up, as Rakhs and Kalas enjoyed the scenery of pure mayhem that was the war torn city.

"Ah, I love the smell of corpses in the morning"

"Indeed, my hairy gun mad friend!"

A new unshakable pair had formed in the blood and screams of the Templars. As Andrew ignored their love for death he turned towards Murgin, not before noticing that everything on the upper floor was destroyed, with no roof or walls to speak of. He already knew the reason, but he hoped no one else did.

"So, what happened?"

"Well, Kalas wrecked the main gate, the Kradlaits stormed in, Rakhs and Kalas found each other, they fought a bit, they began to slaughter the templars along with everyone, they fell on the floor, friendship bloomed and they are now gazing at the destruction. Does it make sense?"

"Knowing them, yes, yes it does. And you came to save me?"

"Yes, but it wasn't really necessary, actually, it was a bit exaggerated, the templars had no chance. And even if this body died, I would have simply returned to the Abyss. Another thing, we'll have to stay here for a while because the Kradlaits began eating the corpses, and it's not nice to watch. Not at all. But the important thing is...... What the heck happened here? Kalas told me you were fighting Jupir, you disappeared and then this happened!"

"Uhm, I was fighting with Jupir and a Lanius, that Lord Inquisitor who guards Edresia and...... things got out of hand"

"GOT OUT OF HAND?!? EVEN NOX COULD FEEL YOUR MANA, AND HE'S IN THE ABYSS! Kiddo, what did you do?"

"I thought I was gonna lose and while panicking I used the strongest buff I could find, along with another strong spell and shit went to hell"

"Really? You didn't perhaps see someone similar to me whiled doing this, did you?"

Murgin looked at Andrew intensely, but the boy remained calm. He now knew, even though his source was the shadiest being alive, that the Forgotten God was not to be trusted completely. He was hiding many things from him, and he wanted to know exactly what. But he decided to simply hide his relationship with Sseleman till an opportunity to know more arose.

"Someone similar to you? What?"

He faked obliviousness. Murgin responded only after looking at Andrew for an entire minute.

"No.... nothing.... Anyway, anyway, now you need a title!"

"A title? What?"

"Oh yeah, my lad, a title"

"Yeah, you deserve it"

Rakhs and Kalas returned from their bonding time and patted Andrew in the back. Murgin grinned and casted a spell, summoning a suit of black armor, a helmet with horns and a single slit that was much like a cross, only without the upper part and even a black cape.

"Holy shit, that's badass"

Andrew's mouth widened at seeing the magnificence and authority that the armor emanated. It was like something an Overlord would wear, meant to strike terror in the eyes of the enemy at mere sight.

"Andrew, this is for you. You will need it"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, after all, from this day onwards you're an Overlord"

"An Overlord?"

"Yes! You're officially an emissary of Dark Almighty, and me of course. You need an armor worthy of someone that commands such a mighty army"

"Wait, I have to command the 50,000 Kradlaits?"

"And my 10,000 corrupted soldiers. You have quite a lot to work with. And now, without further ado, kneel Andrew"

"Why?"

"Just do it, you're ruining the moment!"

"Ok, ok"

Andrew kneeled in front of Murgin, as Kalas and Rakhs stood besides him proudly. Murgin then began talking in an ancient and mysterious language, of which the meaning was lost even to the Specter Lich. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Forgotten God returned to speaking a more understandable language.

"And now, Andrew Tenebris, Slayer Of Men, Ruler Of Rats, Shadow Of The Otherworld, Defeater Of Light, may Ghendrel be my witness, as I nominate you Overlord of Kieris, He who shall bring the darkness to where the light never stops shining, and He who will free monsters and demons alike from the grasp of the Light Dwellers. Andrew Tenebris, from now on, you shall be known as the Black Baron!"

Murgin put his hand on Andrew's bare back, as a black horned skull appeared on the point he touched. Andrew felt a bit of pain from it, but remained still nonetheless. He felt as if he could access to even more power than before, which made him feel excited.

"Now, it is done. Get up, Black Baron"

Andrew got up, a small grin on his face.

"Oh, what's with that grin?"

"I'm getting places, aren't I?

"Yes you are, Mr. Baron. Now, look upon your army"

Murgin pointed at the edge of the church and Andrew walked to it along with Kalas and Rakhs, who had the most smug grins on their face, while Andrew had the most innocent smile in the world.

"My lad, this is pretty satisfying to look at"

"The only thing that could beat this would be a bone dragon"

"Guys..... this is.... awesome"

Andrew raised his arms, as if to envelop the 60,000 dark spawns that from below admired the might of their leaders, celebrating their absolute victories with screams, gun shots to the sky and brawls, as they all shouted a single world in unison.

"OVERLORD! OVERLORD! OVERLORD! OVERLORD!"

*My proofreader wants to add a note: Like feminism