It was pouring rain and the wetlands were even muddier. Seong-Il was given another nickname, ‘Crazy Warrior Caliber,’ as he had been fighting all over the ground. Similar to how the Awakened referred to named monsters, they also began to call him in the same way.

Seong-Il indeed looked like a monster when he ran around in the mud. He held one Awakened from the opposing corps in each hand and replaced them with others when his weapon died. His two eyes were moving like machines, scanning for his next prey.

He laughed brutally when he discovered a group fleeing.

“You guys must have thought we were easy pickings, but you will never be able to leave here on your own accord! Don’t let any of them stay alive! Kill them!”

The residents of the Savior’s City scattered and began the pursuit. Everyone was injured, but it was time they seized the chance to victory. He was putting all his energy in his two feet to chase the defeated soldiers.

I approached Seong-Il from his back, and he turned his head sharply. His eyes were filled with destructive strength, and a fierce wind pressure blew my hair as Seong-Il swung his makeshift...