Arthur looked around warily as the waves of the sea collided against his shoes.

He was nervous.

‘Damn it… this is nerve-wracking.’

Arthur couldn’t quite shake off the anxiety in his heart.

He was scared that Isaac Dvor would appear out of the blue and chop his head off.

‘Above all…’

An approaching repulsive energy made his skin tingle.

The source of the disgusting energy was none other than Isaac Dvor.

“Haaa.” The fine sand of the beach turned into mud and stuck to Arthur’s ankle.

Arthur felt as if a mountain were weighing on his shoulder, but he didn’t lose courage.

“...” Arthur felt like he had become a sharp sword.

‘I can do this. I just have to cut him down as soon as he approaches me.’

His keen senses captured his opponent’s breathing.

“Hmm. It seems you’re more talented than your father,” Isaac remarked.

Isaac thought highly of the young Player in front of him.

“You’re impressive,” added Isaac. He meant it. Arthur was indeed qualified to become the next Hero who would take care of humanity in the future.

“Indeed, you’re impressive for your age.”

Arthur was a flower that hadn’t bloomed just yet. Isaac smiled. His eyes sparkled as he said, “Be distrustful of everything in front of a fiend—I thought I heard that saying...