Tyrant

How much time had passed? Kugung, kugugung… After the world-shattering vibrations and whirlwind of dirt and rocks finally settled, I came to my senses. A clear blue sky greeted me. We had escaped the mountainous region and reached the plains. Heading further north would lead us to another forested area, but hopefully, we wouldn’t experience…

A raid party of 3 groups, 15 people. Before dawn broke, we finished our preparations and teleported to the Lake Kingdom’s shoreline. We stood at a vantage point overlooking the dark lake, waiting for the emergence of Jormungandr. “Hee-ya, cha-cha-cha!” Next to me, Kellibey was doing some sort of exercise as he looked out over…

Operation Jormungandr Repulsion, One Day Before Execution. Essentially, all possible preparations had been completed. The heroes had finished their training, and ample quantities of picks, hammers, and other equipment crafted by Kellibey had been secured. The ordinary soldiers had also completed their formation drills. The citizens were prepared for evacuation, and shelters had been set…

After the meeting dispersed, and the party members went their separate ways to their accommodations, I found myself alone, teleporting into the dungeon. — Flash! The base camp was still eerily empty. Despite its ample space, the only NPCs in sight were the magic blacksmith Kellibey and teleport specialist Coco the Severer. “Hmm…” Originally in…

After the summoned meeting had ended and the heroes were dispersing, Junior was about to leave the lord’s mansion and head to her own hotel room. But Reina Windwell blocked her way. “Hey, Jupiter’s daughter.” Leaning against the door at an angle, the woman who blocked her path looked like some sort of third-rate thug….

I explained what happened yesterday, and Damien seemed disheartened to hear he had lost control again. This was the second time he had gone berserk. I couldn’t turn a blind eye any longer. “So, you’re under arrest for now.” One of Damien’s arms was shackled to the wall with a metal chain and handcuffs. It…

In a small orphanage built halfway up a rural mountain, Damien and Van grew up. The director of the orphanage, who had lost a son to war, took in war orphans. The director was wealthy, and occasional donations came in; at a glance, the orphanage seemed to be in decent shape. Well, if you excluded…

As soon as we passed through the magic gate, we found ourselves in an event dungeon: The Room of Slimes. [Event Dungeon — The Room of Slimes] — Fight off the incoming slimes to survive! — A swarm of slimes is approaching! — Lv.15 Normal Slimes: 30 in number The dungeon room was an open…

That afternoon, Elize returned to the Imperial Capital. It seemed her necessary investigation at the Silver Winter Merchant Guild was concluded. She mentioned that the next time she comes, she would bring manpower to construct a guild branch. “And please, take this.” Elize opened her Sword Coffin and took out a dagger, handing it to…

“Damien.” The voice echoed. “Damien, wake up!” That familiar voice resounded. Damien slowly opened his eyes. As his blurry vision cleared, he saw an old, dusty ceiling dimly lit by sunlight. The worn-out blanket, the smell of boiling milk, the creaky bed, and the cold wind coming through the slightly ajar window. ‘Huh?’ This was…