The alarm bells tolled through the kingdom, their sharp clangs cutting through the evening air like war drums. The people of Lysvein, already weary from years of hardship, scrambled to take shelter while knights rushed to the outer walls.
From his spot on the castle balcony, Kairos stretched lazily.
He could already sense them.
A horde.
Not just bandits, but something worse.
Monsters.
The ragged banner of a bandit clan flapped in the wind beyond the gates. A mass of cutthroats, deserters, and killers, all licking their lips at the thought of tearing through the weakened kingdom. But that wasn't the problem.
The real problem was the twisted, nightmarish creatures lurking behind them—hulking Feral Direwolves, Bone Serpents, and a Troll Tyrant, its beady red eyes glowing with mindless hunger.
Kairos let out a low whistle.
"A mixed raid, huh? Not bad."
In the game, these things were a nightmare for early-level kingdoms. The knights of Lysvein? Too weak. The city walls? Too brittle.
A siege like this should have been a death sentence.
But this wasn't a game anymore.
Kairos cracked his knuckles. Time to break the script.
"Your Majesty!" A knight barged into the throne room, armor rattling. "The western gates are under attack! We counted at least—"
"—three hundred bandits, thirty Direwolves, ten Bone Serpents, and a Troll Tyrant," Kairos finished, leaning casually against the wall.
The knight stiffened. "H-how did you—"
"Doesn't matter." Kairos rolled his shoulders. "Just stay put. I'll take care of it."
Silence.
Then, one of the older knights barked a laugh. "Boy, do you think you're a one-man army?"
Kairos smiled, but there was something cold beneath it. "No." He turned, walking toward the exit. "I know I am."
WESTERN GATES – BATTLEFIELD
The bandit leader, a scarred brute named Drelk the Red, sat atop a snarling Direwolf, grinning as the pathetic wooden gates of Lysvein trembled.
"This place is already finished," he sneered, eyeing the knights fumbling to hold formation. "Break the gates, boys! We'll—"
A wave of killing intent slammed into him like a mountain.
Drelk froze. The hairs on his arms stood on end.
Something—no, someone—was standing at the top of the walls, staring down at them.
A single man.
No armor. No shield. Just a black coat fluttering against the wind and a massive, crimson-edged greatsword resting on his shoulder.
Kairos smiled.
"Hey. You guys picked the wrong kingdom."
Drelk scowled. "Kill him!"
The Direwolves leaped forward.
Kairos exhaled. Alright, let's make this flashy.
BATTLE MODE ACTIVATED!
In an instant, Kairos moved—too fast for the bandits to react.
One step.
His SSS-tier sword, Ashen Vortex, cleaved through the first Direwolf like paper. The second lunged, jaws snapping—only for Kairos to grab its throat mid-air and slam it into the stone so hard the ground cracked.
The bandits gawked.
The knights watching from the walls were too stunned to breathe.
"W-what—?"
Kairos didn't stop.
He kicked off the wall, launching himself toward the Bone Serpents coiling behind the bandits.
With a flick of his wrist, his sword ignited, flames howling like a living beast as he swung—bisecting three Bone Serpents in one slash.
Their hissing screeches echoed through the valley as their severed remains collapsed, sizzling from the sheer heat of his blade.
The knights above gasped.
"T-those things take an entire squad to kill!"
Orpheus watched, his hands tightening into fists. He's… beyond anything I imagined.
But Kairos wasn't done.
The Troll Tyrant roared, swinging its massive club. It could crush an entire carriage in a single strike.
Kairos didn't dodge.
Instead, he lifted his free hand—
And caught the club.
Stone shattered beneath his feet from the force, but Kairos barely budged. The Troll froze, confusion flickering in its dumb eyes.
Kairos smirked.
"Not bad." His grip tightened. "But I'm better."
A pulse of energy rushed through his arm.
And then—he threw the entire Troll.
The massive monster was flung like a ragdoll, smashing into the bandit ranks with a thunderous crash.
Kairos landed softly on the ruined ground, sword resting lazily against his shoulder.
The battlefield had gone silent.
Not a single bandit moved.
Kairos let out a breath.
"Damn. That was almost too easy."
Drelk the Red was trembling.
"A d-demon…" he stammered. "You're a demon!"
Kairos grinned.
"Nah. I'm just built different."
And then, he moved.
The last thing Drelk saw was the blur of crimson steel.
By the time the dust settled, the entire invasion force was wiped out.
The bandits? Gone.
The monsters? Dead.
The threat to Lysvein? Erased.
The knights watching couldn't process it.
"One man… took down an entire army…"
"He's a monster…"
Orpheus, however, stepped forward. He wasn't afraid. He was calculating.
This man—this anomaly who had fallen into his war-torn kingdom—
Might just be Lysvein's greatest weapon.
BATTLE COMPLETE!
Enemies Defeated: 327
Boss-Level Enemies Defeated: 11
Performance Rating: SSS+
Rewards Pending…
Kairos sighed, stretching his arms.
"Man, I hope the next fight's more exciting."