A faceless enemy once again appeared before Juan’s eyes. The enemy’s white face cracked open, and a loud roar came out of the mouth that was revealed.

Juan, who had been eating bread in a warm house until just a moment ago, raised his sword with a displeased expression.

He couldn't figure out why he had such a dream, but that didn’t matter to him.

He was more used to a life of slaughtering his enemies under the rain while being drenched in their blood rather than a life of eating warm soup in a comfortable house anyway.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The moment Juan tried to swing the sword with a loud shout, his head was cut off by a knife swung by the faceless enemy. Juan could see his body swirling around without the top of his head.

Juan stared blankly at the scene until his body completely collapsed to the ground.

The faceless enemy swung his knife toward the ground and splashed the blood stuck to the blade, then soon went looking for another enemy.

Juan’s head sat quietly on the ground and watched the scenes being repeated over and over. He had many questions, but he couldn’t say a single word; after all, the area below his nose was cut off by the enemy.

Juan began to feel frustrated.

‘Who the hell are they?’

Soon, this question raised another question.

‘And why are they fighting like that?’

In the next moment, Juan was standing before he knew it. He was confused upon realizing that his view had...