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.

Troturre recoiled and covered his bare neck with his hands. The idiot took a step back and glared at me in disbelief.


The dragon seal in my cloth reacted as commanded. A surge of energy flowed into me, refilling my lost musou energy. I connected the motion and pivoted my stance. With a backhanded horizontal swing, flame erupted, and a crescent energy blade expanded.


The shockwave hit Troturre in his stomach and knocked him backward three more steps. His armor and clothing burst into flames. The soldiers behind him were cut in two from the waist down or engulfed in hellfire.


Troturre roared and unleashed his wind aura. He brandished his halberd, and a small tornado manifested around him.


Chapter 45 - Crow VS Troturre 2