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.

Alfred and I discussed more about Cato Magnus Cornelius, the elf princess, and the mysterious elf sister. In the end, Alfred concluded.


"I'll talk to them myself. Tomorrow, Dorothy will bring you the attire and the weapon. Follow her instructions. Don't do anything foolish, or consider our protection agreement void."


"I'm not stupid, sir." I swore under my breath.


I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head toward the ladies. I regretted witnessing two unsightly women with smoke leaking from their ears. Their brains had malfunctioned.


What was so complicated? Weren't you supposed to be the intelligent type, Lenitia?


Lenitia snapped back to her senses when she noticed my gaze. She rushed over and shook my shoulders.


"What was that about? What are otherworlders? What are original stories? Is this world a game to you? What are you?!"


Woman, did you even read? I mean, listen?


Chapter 100 - Third Eye