I Got A System In The Ruined World

The Masked Savior 3

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