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.

Chapter 86 - Crow VS Thousand Phantoms (3)


I dropped the mini‑fireball into the incoming swordsman battalion. It didn't explode, but phantoms simply vanished when they got too close.


The fireball's mass grew slightly, then slipped from my control, drifting toward the larger crowd. More clueless phantoms were sucked in.


Excuse my orc language and the caps, but KEK.


While I cut down the leftover troops, the fireball wandered randomly. I still felt a faint connection to its core. Although I was tempted to test if it would devour me too, I didn't dare get close.


A chuckle escaped me. From a coward who ran from Zoli at first sight, to a reckless fool who provoked a crown prince to a death duel, to someone who now challenged a thousand men, I couldn't believe how far I had come. 


My motivation soared. My morale skyrocketed.
