The hours that followed became a slaughterhouse of monsters.
Nero continued deeper into the pocket world.
He didn't bother looking for ordinary prey anymore.
After obtaining his first Shadow Slave, the White-Horned Wolf, something inside him had changed.
He had discovered something new.
Something he wanted to understand.
Darkness.
Every monster he encountered became another opportunity to test it.
Nero stood atop a rocky cliff, his black sword resting against his shoulder.
Below him was a massive beast.
It resembled a lion, but its body was covered in dark metallic scales, while two enormous horns curved backward from its skull.
A Rank B+ monster.
Its roar shook the valley.
ROOOOAAAR!
Nero's eyes gleamed.
He simply stepped forward.
The beast charged.
The distance between them disappeared.
Its enormous claws descended.
Nero raised his sword.
CLANG!
The impact sent a shockwave across the valley.
Nero slid backward.
His feet carved lines into the ground.
