Ethan was in the main room of Olivia's house an hour before the next attack, lying on the large and comfortable sofa to restore his energy and willpower. Suddenly, he heard Olivia's gentle voice caressing his ears, and he opened his eyes to find her. She said, "Hi, Oppa. I am ready." Olivia approached Ethan, smiling, and spun about once, showing off her new look. She was wearing the black dress he had given her, knee-high stockings, black high heels, and cloth wristbands, and this time her hair was loose, filling the air with its sweet scent. Lowering her head to meet Ethan's gaze, Olivia's sharp eyes locked with his, her smile making his heart skip a beat. Her scent forced its way into his nostrils, momentarily suspending the tension he had been feeling. "Hi, you look gorgeous in this outfit," he said. "Oppa, don't surprise me with compliments like that. You're making my heart race!" Olivia blushed. "Sit down, let's discuss our plans for tonight." He said. Olivia complied and

Several Fireballs fell from the sky, causing Ethan to jump and quickly run away. He threw Olivia’s body to Fang and instructed her to leave. As he ran, he realized the attack was meant for him. He then saw a large Fireball with a figure inside, clenching a fist filled with immense flames and throwing it toward him. He was unable to dodge it and received the attack with both hands. The force was too strong and sent Ethan flying—losing his balance. He fell to the ground in an unprepared position. [Ethan Lvl 13] [HP: 420/600] Ethan stared up at the sky, watching as he floated above. The man's power was incredible, and Ethan felt a wave of respect and admiration wash over him as he watched him effortlessly hurl a fireball from his hand. It sailed through the air, exploding in a brilliant display of light and heat as it hit its target, a pile of rubble in the ruins of the city. Finally, the man descended to the ground, and Ethan's heart leaped in hope. He lunged forward and manage

Angeman soared through the sky, his silhouette ominously illuminated by the helicopter's searchlight. The stadium was filled with onlookers gazing up at the giant screen that projected Angeman's image. "Ten seconds until the attack!" he declared, his voice booming across the night air. He spun around, his face illuminated with sinister pleasure, and he winked an eye at the camera. "Watch closely. You don't want to miss a thing!" The camera lingered on the buildings in the city, ready to capture any second of the impending monster attack. Angeman floated ready, gripping his spear, prepared to rush into battle at the first sign of the enemy. As the hour of the attack arrived, he still searched the ground for any sign of the monsters, but none appeared. 'What's going on?' Angeman thought. 'Have the monsters been scared off, or is something else at play here?' Then, with a proud and confident smile, Angeman raised his head to address the camera, only to be cut short as a sharp object s

Ethan's eyes were suddenly focused, and his heart beat quietly as he stood firmly with Mjolnir in his right hand. He glanced up at the sky as tens of Monsters flew towards him, screaming. The nearest was an inch away when Ethan grabbed its head, squeezing it tightly until it broke and disappeared in the wind. "One!" Ethan muttered. Three more monsters approached from behind. Ethan spun around and delivered a powerful punch from the Hammer of Judgment, finishing them off in one fell swoop. "Two!" he said again. When Ethan saw some of the monsters trying to look away, he screamed, “HAMMER THROW!!!!” The Mjolnir flew from Ethan's hand like a bullet, spinning through the wind and creating a loud sound that broke the monsters' terrifying screams. "Hammer blink!" Just before the monsters could reach him, Ethan's body suddenly vanished from the rooftop and reappeared in the air with the Hammer of Judgment strongly held in his grasp. With a single powerful stroke, he targeted the group

Ethan's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dimly lit room. Moonlight spilled in between the door and window, providing a small source of illumination. He felt a chill in the air, but it was not the cold of the wound he had suffered. Rather, it was the cold of the night. Despite this, he felt a warmth emanating from something soft and comfortable. Ethan took a moment to appreciate the softness of the pillow he was sleeping on. It didn't quite compare to his usual pillow, but it was accompanied by a feeling of calm. Then, he felt a gentle caress, a soft touch from little fingers that slowly moved through his hair, across his forehead, cheeks, and finally to his lips. "Olivia?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred. As Ethan's eyes widened, he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. He was lying on his side, gazing at the clothes and belongings scattered across the room. Then, he slowly turned his body and saw who had used their lap as a pillow for him. "Ethan Oppa?" Olivia said softly,