“You damned…!”

“Last words?”

“The curse of fate will…!”

Yeon-woo brought his foot down on the last priest’s head as though his words weren’t even worth hearing. He looked around his surroundings, which had been completely cleared by the Guai. There were around 300 players lying in strange positions on the ground, their arms and legs were twisted in unnatural angles or their bodies impaled on a sharp shadow. The only thing they had in common was the look of fear on their faces before they died at the hands of the undead.

They were holy knights who had been sent by the three goddesses, but their efforts to fight in the name of the temples had been futile. Not a single player had managed to even swing a sword at Yeon-woo. The appearance of the Guai had confused them until they ruined their own attack. Yeon-woo didn’t even need to call up Dragon’s Power.

Swish. The Guai all disappeared into the ground, holding the corpses. The bloodstains disappeared, as though there hadn’t been a fight in the first place.

「Those guys were so boring. Is this all you got?」 Shanon complained...