“Now, where are the monsters you spawned?” I say, looking around. The Miasma is also called ‘the harbinger of monsters’ because once it’s gone, monsters appear. Behind me, the ghost town still stands, whereas in front of me is utterly obliterated. There is nothing but crushed pieces of wood and metals—empty of life. Nothing stands beyond my feet. As I stay vigilant, there is no monster that jumped straight at me. Where are the monsters?
I look up again. There are tens of floating veiled figures around the hole I made in the sky. They wear spotless white robes that are loose enough for me to be unable to identify their gender, and their figures looks human. They extend their palms upward. A huge red magic circle forms between them, and rather than flat, it looks like an umbrella protruding …show more content…
It stops a few meters away, and a lanky man wearing ripped jean and baggy polo shirt shows up. The man has a short hair, and has a few hair growing on his chin. A towel wraps his shoulders, and he uses it to wipe his forehead.
“That didn’t kill you?” The man asks in surprise. “Most people would’ve died and then they’ll wake up in another world.”
“Huh?” I cock my head to the side. He looks pretty much like an average driver. A truck driver in this time? A shapeshifting monster?
“Quite resilient, aren’t you? It seems my plan is no good so. . .” The man raises his right hand and motions it downwards. The veiled group from above does the same. The magic array materializes a beam with thousands of blades, it swishes through the air, and pierces me. Those pins me to the ground, however, they don’t hurt nor wound me — as long as the Azure symbols forms. The immediate area before me becomes a graveyard of swords.
“That was dangerous,” I say.
The truck driver folds his arms and rubs his chin. “What a shame. I would have preferred it if you have died. We have started to return this world back to normal, so we must also remove you from this
I look up again. There are tens of floating veiled figures around the hole I made in the sky. They wear spotless white robes that are loose enough for me to be unable to identify their gender, and their figures looks human. They extend their palms upward. A huge red magic circle forms between them, and rather than flat, it looks like an umbrella protruding …show more content…
It stops a few meters away, and a lanky man wearing ripped jean and baggy polo shirt shows up. The man has a short hair, and has a few hair growing on his chin. A towel wraps his shoulders, and he uses it to wipe his forehead.
“That didn’t kill you?” The man asks in surprise. “Most people would’ve died and then they’ll wake up in another world.”
“Huh?” I cock my head to the side. He looks pretty much like an average driver. A truck driver in this time? A shapeshifting monster?
“Quite resilient, aren’t you? It seems my plan is no good so. . .” The man raises his right hand and motions it downwards. The veiled group from above does the same. The magic array materializes a beam with thousands of blades, it swishes through the air, and pierces me. Those pins me to the ground, however, they don’t hurt nor wound me — as long as the Azure symbols forms. The immediate area before me becomes a graveyard of swords.
“That was dangerous,” I say.
The truck driver folds his arms and rubs his chin. “What a shame. I would have preferred it if you have died. We have started to return this world back to normal, so we must also remove you from this