"Ouch!" "Damn it!"The exclamation burst from the man's lips as he felt an intense pain shoot through his back, caused by the snake monster throwing him against a tree with its tail. Paralyzed and lying on the ground, he couldn't help but gasp when a tickling sensation grazed the back of his head. With trembling hands, he cautiously made contact with the area, only to curse upon feeling the stickiness of blood. Clearly, he had underestimated the strength of the snake. It far surpassed the beast he had conquered the previous night."Get up, or we're done for."The voice echoing in his head, sharing his deep-rooted fear of death, urgently commanded him to wake up. Attempting to stand, his legs betrayed him, causing him to fall back to the ground, landing on his rear end once again."I hope I don't end up crippled," he muttered, scanning the surroundings for any form of support.Expressing his annoyance with a click of his tongue, he grabbed hold of the nearby trees for stability and m

The young man scanned his surroundings, attempting to determine if the river in front of him matched the one described by the wise elder. Upon receiving confirmation from his trusted wolf companion, he plucked a stone from the riverbank and hurled it into the water. A momentary bubbling gave way to tranquil stillness."Without my keen sense of smell, I might have recklessly leapt into that river, unaware of any lurking monster," he remarked to his wolf, who promptly corrected him."Correction, my olfactory abilities are superior. I am the one who possesses the sense of smell, not you," he was reminded, though he likely didn't register the correction. This was often the catalyst for their arguments, leaving both parties frustrated. Slowly, he approached the river and settled down on its edge, fully aware that the monster lay submerged, patiently awaiting his scent. Just as expected, lost in his own thoughts, he was struck by the monster's tail and plunged into the water. Determined not

The warriors' attention had been successfully diverted by his wolf, causing the slayer to chuckle. Their attire, consisting of heavy skirts, metal caps, and swords hanging from their backs, led him to assume that they were indeed warriors. Seizing the opportunity, he rushed into the bathhouse. Inside, he encountered an elderly woman whose displeasure was evident upon laying eyes on him. However, he managed to persuade her to grant him access to a bath by waving gold coins in front of her. He was then shown to a room with a door crafted from pure gold. With a press of his palms, he opened the door and stepped into a scene of numerous beautiful girls, merrily laughing and swimming in the hot water pool.The warmth of the pool embraced his skin, prompting him to close his eyes and surrender to its soothing effects. Suddenly, a sharp and irritated voice interrupted his tranquility."What's this freak doing here?" Annoyed, he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and retorted with equal

The slayer, plagued by the incessant arguments of his wolf companion, embarked on the path towards the towering mountain. As per the voice's instructions, he believed that all the answers he sought awaited him there. Moreover, he had been informed that the woman he would encounter held the key to his home. With this realization, a surge of urgency propelled him forward. He desired to meet her as expeditiously as possible, for remaining in this realm was no longer his wish. Such was his mindset. However, the enigma that confounded him was the reason behind King Zane and Heldah's determination to eliminate the woman. What could she possibly be on the brink of accomplishing that they were so vehemently opposed to? Nonetheless, he deemed it unnecessary to rack his brains any further in search of the answers. Perhaps the woman would divulge everything once they were united at the mountain's summit. "We are uncertain of the identity of our imminent encounter." "It could potentially be ano

When the monster successfully trapped the slayer with his long hair filled with bugs that tore his skin apart and sucked his blood, it dug its nails into his chest, aiming for his heart. The slayer knew there was no need for him to fight for his life, because even if the monster wasn't trying to kill him, he would die of hunger and thirst in that dark cave. When he closed his eyes, waiting to hear the rapture of his own chest as his heart was pulled out, a banging sound arose before them. He turned his head to look at whatever has done that, deep in his heart thinking that maybe it was another of those types of monsters that was rushing in his direction so that they would share his heart, but something else caught his eyes. From where the banging sound had come, a small crack big enough for a person of his size to pass through had made its way. Behind it, there was a bright greenish light, which in his blurry sight he made an old woman out of it, who was calling out for him. The woman