Tyrant

I learned a fact I hadn’t known before. “We always used the public bathhouse in Crossroad after every battle. We had to wash off the monster blood and dirt from our bodies.” Except for me, all the mercenaries took a bath at the public bathhouse every time a defensive battle ended. During this process, both…

So, the goal for today was dungeon spa exploration. It was a hidden hot spring facility in the depths of Lake Kingdom’s Zone 5. For a moment, I thought about taking all the weary heroes from the last battle to relax and rejuvenate in the hot springs. However, considering that there would likely be battles…

Crossroad. The Forge. Hannibal, an N-grade rookie mercenary, cautiously stepped into the forge. In one corner of the hot, fiery forge, the person the boy was looking for was present. “Ah, damn these blacksmiths… Their eyes light up whenever there’s a trick or know-how to exploit…” Kellibey was grumbling while tinkering with the furnace. The…

The Wolf King Lunared was mercilessly defeated. He hadn’t even grazed the Demon King’s feet, let alone his neck. Facing the intangible darkness exuded by the Demon King, the werewolf Lunared fought valiantly but ultimately fell to his knees. “In my lifetime, and even after my resurrection here… I’ve faced all sorts of powerful beings.”…

“Um, Your Highness, something feels off… Did I do something wrong?” At Damien’s question, I grinned teasingly. “Did you do something wrong?” Well, there was a great sin, indeed. The sin of being too awesome, you cheat character! I wanted to make a silly joke like that, but seeing Damien’s genuinely concerned expression, I just…

Aider’s Room. I sat facing Aider in this stark room, still devoid of color or any noteworthy furniture. It had been a while since I had a one-on-one conversation with this self-proclaimed Director. ‘There are countless issues I want to bring up, but let’s start with the most pressing matter first.’ “I’ve noticed that an…

The day after the defensive battle. Crossroad had fully regained its usual peace. The citizens who had evacuated returned to the city, and the streets bustled as if they had never been emptied by monster invasions. While the citizens enthusiastically resumed their daily lives, the heroes who had endured grueling days on the back of…

Damien was flung backward. The recoil from his unleashed magical bullet was too much to handle. The blast was so powerful that the barrel of his gun, Black Queen, shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions. Damien, the shooter, found his arms scorched to a cinder as he was hurled backward. Just as Damien was…

Kugugugugu-! Above Jormungandr’s head. Riding atop the violently undulating body of the serpent, we were desperately trying to destroy its last vertebra. “Just grind it down a bit more!” “We’ve almost got it! Just a little more…!” Despite being on the verge of collapse from exhaustion after three days of non-stop action, everyone was clinging…

“Are you just going to sit here and wait to die?” Ash spat the words out as he stood before Damien. Damien realized it—these were his own memories. “So? Planning to gracefully kick the bucket by giving up and doing nothing?” But when… when had they had this conversation? “I’m going to fight! I will…