[Eerie Game]+ [Black Comedy]+ [System]+ [Multiple Female Leads]+ [Game Instances]+ [Heroic and Upright]+ [Contrast]+ [Territory Management]+ [Farming]
She dragged him to the bottom of the lake, gripping his head and forcing it under the water.
He said, “I only saved you.”
She laughed. “Die, pathetic incel.”
As Lin Mo swallowed his last breath underwater, the black triangular tattoo on the back of his hand slowly opened its eye.
S-rank instance, 0.01% survival rate. Monsters lined up outside the window, countless eyes fixed on him from the darkness. They bared their sharp teeth, rank breath rushing toward him, and even his knife hand was trembling.
Then
Golden light burst forth.
An old knight in rusty armor, his sword's edge nicked and curled, stepped out of the light.
He straightened his crooked helmet, and his aged voice rang across the deserted village
“In the name of knighthood!”
“The world's injustices, I shall cut them down!”
“The evil spirits running rampant, I shall vanquish them!”
“Who dares lay a hand on my master?!”
That night, the ghosts of La Mancha Village learned what a knight's dignity meant.
He was an ordinary man who had been framed after trying to help someone in trouble. She was a sword-wielding champion who bore holy light and led her knights to smash the millstone.
Behind him, the mad old knight shouted, “In the name of justice!”
And his sword was already pointing toward a deeper darkness.
