The Twelfth Shadow of the Kurdish Kingdom, a man whose entire body was gaunt and skinny, felt like he was on the brink of insanity.1

The shadow knight had decades of experience lurking in the dark side of the world, but this island was not a place for anyone in their right mind. In less than ten days since landing, he had encountered five types of Rank A monsters and over forty species of lower-rank monsters. If he hadn’t broken through to the Tenth Degree External Force Tier and hadn’t had the artifacts prepared by his homeland, he would have died long ago.1

Among them, the monster before his eyes was the worst of all.0

“A third-stage manticore! And a special variant, no less?! Are the Cardenas bastards training here completely out of their minds?”0

The manticore had a human head, and it glared at him and his comrades, its eyes turning a deep crimson. This was a clear sign of an imminent magic attack, a sight he had witnessed many times. The five shadow knights were experienced with countless battles, and they swiftly assumed defensive positions.0

Whoosh—!0

A small-scale firestorm raged over the shadow knights, who had shielded themselves with their augmented sword energy. This was a monster that could cast a...0