Tyrant

Thwack! Thud! Brawk-! Two entangled monsters swung their fists at each other, intent on delivering a death blow. The punches and kicks that split the air were eerily similar in form. Though they had the twisted forms of monsters, they utilized the same martial arts techniques. Crash! Deflecting each other’s attacks, Bang! Their fists, infused…

A while ago. Crossroad. Downtown. Next to the barracks. An open field. “Huff, huff, huff!” Gasping heavily, I staggered to my feet. Before me lay a defeated White Werewolf. Stunned by Kureha’s Blinking Dagger-Kick combo, the creature was critically injured. I was just barely able to finish it off with my magic-infused blade. However, the…

In the heart of the city. From his vantage point atop the public bathhouse roof, Damien witnessed the retreat of allies from every battleground. To the north of the city walls, Evangeline lay injured and fallen. The remaining heroes were cornered by the Wolf King. At the south wall, Lucas stood isolated, with a horde…

Crossroad. Downtown. “Attack! Slime!” With my fervent cry, a large tri-color slime shot out, latching onto the head of the werewolf. Growl?! Slurp! Slurp! The slime enveloped the werewolf’s head, preventing it from breathing. The werewolf thrashed violently, trying to pry the slime off, but ultimately failed. Thud! It collapsed from suffocation. Nice! “Brilliant! Tri-Color!”…

After leaving his homeland, Kureha traveled throughout the continent, teaching Kuilan everything he knew. The warmth of freshly baked bread. The softness of a feather-filled pillow. The beauty of the four seasons… And the martial arts passed down in his clan. Kureha seemed to want to give Kuilan everything, even what Kuilan was denied because…

Crossroad. Western outskirts. A back alley. Swish. A werewolf was hot on the heels of a fleeing citizen. “Ah! Help, please help! There’s a monster! Someone, please help…!” The werewolf was just about to reach the desperate citizen. Its claws flashed menacingly, ready to rake across the citizen’s back- “…Not before I in-ter-vene!” I rushed…

At the same time, the southern wall. “Ha, ha, ha, ha!” Damien gasped heavily. His whole trembling body was drenched in sweat. There was darkness under his eyes, and his fingertips were spasming. Damien possessed six magical guns in total. The rifles [Black Queen] and [Hunter’s Revenge]. The automatic [Woodpecker]. And three handguns named [Cerberus]….

A short while ago, at the West Gate. The moment Junior had just joined the defense of the West Gate. Climbing atop the fortress walls, Junior’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. “What is this…?” Outside the West Gate, several soldiers were ensnared by werewolves. The werewolves were using these soldiers as…

“Ugh-” Taking a deep breath, “Charge!” With a battle cry, Evangeline thrust her lance forward. The lance, glowing with a pure white light, tore through the space, charging forward. Clang! Lunared effortlessly deflected the attack with a swing of his claw. A smug smile was playing on his lips. It was clear: Lunared was far…

Rushing toward the northern wall, I continually berated myself internally. I had played this game up to the 742nd round. The experience accumulated then had become a formidable asset, helping me manage the hellish front lines of this place all this time. But what about now? ‘Blinded by the game’s rule that monsters always attack…