Before I donned the mask, I played with souls, humble and compliant.
After I donned the mask, I played unmatched, striking with heavy fists!
The fierce ghost mask clung to my face as Kamiyagawa wielded his firewood sword, darting left and right amidst the encirclement of seven or eight monsters from Inunaki Village, occasionally conjuring a lightning charm that sparked relentlessly.
After reaping those minor monsters, I earned over 30 Soul Crystals in total.
The cost to Kamiyagawa himself was merely a not-too-light, not-too-heavy axe chop by a villager of Inunaki Village.
The flesh wound wasn't severe.
Under the ominous aura of the Ghost Mask, even the pain from that wound was diminished.
"All must die!"
Unknowingly, Kamiyagawa's eyes had turned bloodshot, howling, he carried his firewood sword and advanced towards the depths of Inunaki Village, actively provoking enmity from the next wave of minor monsters.
