This isn’t a story of a noble knight or a savior. This is the tale of a cynical knight in the hack-and-slash game world with the maximum difficulty setting. 

No system to help him.

No status panel to notify his progress.

No HUD to give him hints.

However, one hope remains. The knight “Crow” retains an in-game ability. By shattering objects or defeating enemy leaders, he can summon random game items as if the world itself is still a game. With a pet crow "Cow-Cow" by his side, the Crow Knight trudges through this treacherous land, armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a knack for minding his own business until fate decides otherwise.

Also, please do not speak in caps. He hates it.

Oh, did I forget to mention that his pet crow has three legs? What? It isn't important? Never mind, then.

Sylveria smirked at me. "I know what you're thinking. I'll tell the men to haul all those annoying jars and pots to your mansion later. They reappear every midnight. If you can get something out of them, be sure to do so."


I was surprised. I thought she'd demand compensation or conditions.


"Half of the acquired artifacts shall be taxed. I'll send Stalk to collect them."


Sylveria scoffed but said nothing. Maybe offended.


We continued our journey. Stalk dropped us off in front of the castle, excusing himself for other matters. Sylveria dismissed her followers as well.


Together, we arrived at the sealed entrance of a forgotten prison. Carved into the stone were grim words.


Sylveria snorted and punched the wall, blasting a hole wide enough to enter. Beyond the sealed entrance, moldy stone stairs led downward into darkness.


Chapter 120 - Visiting Oculus