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 85 - Crow VS Thousand Phantoms (2)


Bullet time activated. My halberd blurred, slicing Troturre thirty times in succession. His phantom horse vanished. Several nearby phantoms strayed too close and were cleaved in half.


I lost count of how many times I spun as momentum carried me. Fatigue grew every second, especially with only one arm to support the weapon. Still, I pushed through.


After a forty‑hit combo, my final strike slammed into his belly, knocking him airborne.


My arm trembled. I planted the halberd into the ground, needing a moment's rest.


Behind me, the mob formed a half‑circle, encircling me. They couldn't advance as the sea of flame from my ultimate still burned. An open gap stretched ahead, offering retreat.


I inhaled deeply. Fire filled my lungs, refilling stamina. One minute of rest here was worth twelve hours of sleep.


The flames faded. The troops resumed their charge.
