Voithon patiently awaited the return of the champion, his thoughts drifting to the past champions he had guided. Among them, Amon stood out as unique. Unlike most humans who would be terrified of monsters and the daunting task of breaking the curse, Amon displayed an unusual attitude. He exuded resolve and a calm aura that caught Voithon's attention. Voithon mused aloud, "Perhaps he can truly accomplish it."
As the door opened, Amon burst back into the room, his face radiating happiness. "I've done it again! I've defeated those filthy monsters, and I'm still here!"
Both Amon and Voithon shared a chuckle. Amon then eagerly inquired, "So, Voithon, how many points do I have now?"
Voithon replied, "You've accumulated 25 points. Let me show you the items you can purchase." Amon's excitement grew as he browsed through the available items. "Could you show me items up to 50 points?" Amon requested. Voithon expanded the display, revealing a plethora of intriguing options.
After careful consideration, Amon made his decision. "Okay, I'll just buy one health potion for 3 points."
Voithon appeared puzzled and asked, "Is that all?" Amon explained, "Well, you see, the shortsword you gave me broke. While looking at the higher-priced items, I spotted something called the 'Katana of the Mist.'"
Voithon was taken aback. "But that's 50 points! Are you planning to face more orcs?"
Amon swiftly responded, "No way, I'm too tired for that. I'll just farm the Suraimu surrounding my house."
Voithon sighed and said, "Well, good luck with that, then."
Amon left the shop, taking his Suraimu crossbow and the last five bolts, and chugging the health potion to heal his past injuries. He leaped onto the roof of his house, scanning the area. He spotted five locations teeming with Suraimu, and with agile speed, he raced toward the nearest area, traversing cars and buildings like an assassin closing in on their prey.
No longer fearing the Suraimu, Amon attacked with his fists, defeating the monsters through quick punches and kicks. He swiftly eliminated seven from the first area and proceeded to the next, where he massacred the slimes once again. Amon continued his relentless assault until only one Suraimu remained in the final area.
Amon raised his fingers, counting his kills. "That was 32, and this is the final 33rd. After this, I can buy the sword and become one of those samurai from the anime I used to watch," he chuckled.
However, just as he was about to deliver the final blow, a beam of light erupted, and from above, it appeared as if another Suraimu was being summoned. But this one wasn't green; it was yellow. Amon stared in disbelief, questioning if this was how the curse summoned its monsters and whether it would be the same as before or something entirely different.