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.

"Don't overthink. Just have faith in your master and me, and you'll be fine. You won't die that easily in that unit."


I doubted it. The prospect looked grim.


"Answering your second question—no. The other students won't be joining the skirmishes. Only the three of you will be dispatched, under the guise of punishment for your past transgressions."


"A marquis's son, a baron's son, and the crown prince. Their families and backers pressed this matter to the emperor yesterday. Half of the court wants you dead. Thanks to the influence of Lord Zen and our ally, Duke Hubrisin, we managed to reduce your execution sentence to a frontline deployment order."


Enlightenment struck. Puzzle pieces connected. Rock Norg's parents had been too quiet. As Alfred said, he and Paul Xess must have been working behind the scenes all along.


Chapter 95 - Alfred’s Lecture