It was dark.
Only one person—one human—was in the enclosed space.
A large hole existed overhead and he was underground.
Surrounding him were terrifying creatures—Demons—who looked like they were about to tear him to pieces.
His body ached, and he trembled unceasingly.
"Hicc… Eeek…"
The Demons closed in on the single, pathetic human.
He couldn't resist. He was weak. He was powerless. He was…
… LEVEL 1!
Someone like him, with no combat ability whatsoever, how could he even dream of fighting back?
There was no doubt about it… this man was going to die here.
'I—I don't… want to…' His thoughts trailed in misery and despondency.
In fact, he was still plenty confused as to how and why this had to happen to him.
He had been good.
He had been obedient.
He had been useful.
