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.

Sylveria pouted. "Father, I'm serious."


Her lips curled into a sly grin. "Fundraising. He's perfect for fixed matches. I'll transfer him to the underground arena to raise our army fund there."


Paul and Alfred exchanged looks. Garrick rose to his feet and raised his voice.


"As we've all witnessed, the young man deserves elite treatment. But it's far too soon to enlist him in the army. He hasn't learned a proper cultivation method. Let him undergo baptism through the academy and prove himself there."


He turned, glaring at Sylveria before addressing Louis.


"His skills and performance at the academy will determine which division he joins. It's premature to decide now."


Sylveria folded her arms. "But I can vouch for his future performance."


Chapter 58 - New Feature