The mysterious man who had saved me didn't simply vanish into the shadows after that harrowing battle. Instead, he took me under his wing, guiding me back to the apartment where I had been staying.In the days that followed, he became my constant companion, my source of comfort, safety, and newfound wisdom. As time wore on, the bond between us deepened, evolving from a simple rescue relationship to something more profound. I began to depend on him, trusting him implicitly, a sensation that both warmed and surprised me.We embarked on a somber mission, carefully entering the homes of my fallen comrades and gathering their valuable belongings. The task was a difficult one, filled with haunting reminders of lost friends, but it was necessary.At first, my savior seemed troubled by our actions, guilt gnawing at him as we sifted through the possessions of the deceased. It was a feeling that he didn't try to hide from me, his face betraying his internal struggle

After my first encounter with Arthur, I made a peculiar discovery about the visibility of Status Information. Paul and I could see each other's Status Information. The reason was clear: there was a mere 15 level difference between us. A long-standing rule exists that if someone is 50 levels or more beneath you, they cannot see your Status Information. At that time, Paul was just starting at Level 1, while I was a modest Level 16. Hence, he still had access to my information.‘However, much has changed since our encounter. Now that I've ascended to Level 102, it's doubtful many can peer into my Status.’My initial reaction to the transparency of Status Information was of mild annoyance. I was uncomfortable with the idea of others having insight into my Level. Still, I shrugged off this concern, reasoning that my Level was relatively average. Thus, I assumed I wouldn't stand out and could blend in easily.However, my perceptions took a drastic turn. As I learned more about this world, I

The rhythmic tapping of footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing louder with each second. The distinct cadence hinted at the approach of a group of individuals.With the soft sunlight filtering through my curtains, I realized morning had already dawned. This was expected, though; it was only a matter of time before they came to confront me.Judging by the distinct pace and muffled voices, I estimated that there were five of them. Their steps, while measured and deliberate, also betrayed a sense of urgency.As the footsteps neared, a smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. 'They decided to show up early.'Shortly, the group paused right outside my door. As anticipated, a knock followed."Damian, it's Annette," a familiar voice called out.Pushing down my initial amusement, I focused on arranging my features into a more neutral expression. I couldn't help but chuckle silently, thinking, 'This practiced look might be unnecessary, b

My breath came in ragged gasps, each one tinged with the coppery taste of blood. "It's useless… I can't… I can't win!" I stammered, a fresh trickle of crimson spilling from the corner of my mouth.Every part of my body was a symphony of pain. The force that had opposed me had left me broken, battered, and on the brink of oblivion. There was no strength left to fight, no energy to flee. And even if there were, this being, this creature that faced me was faster, more powerful, and entirely invulnerable to anything I might have thrown at it.As it slowly descended towards me, its eyes locked on mine, the reality of my situation settled in. Sweat coated my skin, my heart pounding in my chest as the thoughts in my head spiraled into a chaotic whirlwind of terror."I don't want to die… I don't want to die… I don't want to die!"The fear was primal, a terror that reached into the very core of my being. I had faced danger before, encountered foes that seemed insurmountable, but this was diffe

"Get in formation, everyone!" Anne's voice rang out, assertive and clear, as she stepped forward. Her body began to glow with a fiery orange aura as she activated her Gift [Armament], preparing for battle. Damian watched the energy envelop her, fascinated by the transformation.As expected, the group positioned themselves to shield Damian, their bodies forming a protective wall between him and the approaching Demon. To them, the creature was a rapid threat, but to Damian's heightened senses, it appeared sluggish and unimpressive.He could sense every detail of the battle, even from his shielded position. It all depended on perspective, and his was honed to perfection."Stay behind us, Damian. Don't worry, this will be over soon!" Anne reassured him, her eyes filled with consideration and compassion. He was taken aback by her focused attention and suddenly remembered the tale he had spun.'Oh shit! I nearly forgot that I told her the whole story about my entire comrades being killed by