SLD-SM-1// Mysterious Mask Man

CHAPTER 1

The infected wolves' three extended horns, sharp with toxic blades, kicked and cut all the flesh, writhing in terror.

When the wolves came to their food source, they howled their favorite music from the blades of God Sayren's fortune on this scary night.

Many inhabitants in this small community are fleeing for their lives while praying to God Sayren for security. God Sayren is the Goddess of Security and is thought to be the one who helped warriors fight against beasts.

The locals, for the most part, never left their village because they couldn't. They are forbidden from bequeathing to the nearest town due to the threat of a far more formidable creature preventing them than the monster that lives in their town.

And if they try to leave, neither they nor they can reach the boundary of the other neighboring town, and they will undoubtedly perish in a split second, or they will run out of basic essentials owing to the numerous pauses that they must make. Each road to the other town contained monsters squatting, barracks in possession, or a deathly crow. As a result, they have little choice except to hide behind dread. Their lives are in danger.

The priest added with a tone of hope, a located priest in this town. "We already took the amount of this basement. We can't keep up with them. "

"I pray the kindness of God, Sayren, blesses us."

Only the desired amount of the chamber can prolong life against the beast aboveground. This room was only made for larger pennies, or, in other words, only for nobles.

Each person in the basement prayed for their own protection in the same way the priest did, clasping his hands together. ' Cries. A mournful groan filled the entire room's corner.

"Helpppppppp!!!!"

"Ackkkkkk!!!!"

Yet, as their 'prays' messaging the Gods to awake their blessings upon them, giving their safety as a gift of security, they can still hear the sorrow, the hopelessness of the helpless citizens.

"Ughhhh!!!!"

"P-please h-have mercy on me! God Sayren! Protect me!"

The wolves chase the thug-looking man before piercing him with their horns, displaying their numerous sharp fangs. As he screamed and cried out, blood flowed everywhere, splattering above the ground and grass.

"1"

The dull-gray lashes of "Masked-Man" flicked her sword, pointing at the man whose stupid belly had been devoured by the lusty wolf.

She said, "2," and looked down at the wolf in front of the artificial cave, where she's sure a bunch of people are hiding.

"3", wolves in this location are neither the typical, straightforward wolves nor adorable. It is most commonly referred to as the three-horned standing enormous wolf. A wolf that is almost as tall as Satan's horn in hell and the endless flames of torment.

"4." Despite her enraged expression, she is genuinely bored by what she observes in the situation. Most often, infected wolves don't attack as ferociously or energetically. If it sees its own prey, it is just roving and is capable of hunting. Wolves don't appear to be dangerous, despite the fact that they move with intelligence at first glance. Even they are horrific byproducts of an uncontrollable solipsistic outburst.

"5," and this location is strange. The fact that wolves primarily consume meat is also nothing new, as is the fact that other animals have been known to eat humans. But it's appalling how they appear to have been devoured by hunger. like they hadn't eaten in days, weeks, or even months.

"6," A decade or so ago, individuals started to realize their presence, but they were not yet aware of their sudden relish. Something strange about this location attracts these wolves, and it must have an impact on the locals. The core is not close to the location, yet she can feel the uneven pressure present.

"7," what would that be? Is it a thing or a spell? an item that made them want to flesh out meat even more.

The priest yells in rage, "Our Dawlli is in agony. Aging is merciful torture. Our praise is not enough! Not all of us trust God!" They're restless and disturbed because of anxiety. They can clearly hear the outside noise. It is more obvious. However, to prevent their basement from collapsing into meals, the town's wrecked hall has heavily covered the top of the basement.

People got scared and cried in their knees. Desperation in their tight clasp and a shout of praise swarm all over the place. The spasming of tears reached the ground as the terror raised more clouds of blood.

The masked man's lip twitches. 'How pathetic' she says in her mind with disgust. 'They are only digging their own graves.'

'Yet insufficient if they still breathing'- she says in her mind. She expected this to happen. The details of their plan of making a safety hall like this is not rigid and stable. She can see how they plan to die. And their sound is only dragging the wolves in their direction. 

"Rueful."

She then sighed, "Do the gods always love this? How insane." People constantly look to the gods of their respective religions for support and assistance. The false gods, or what they buried beside the truth, Dawlop, are always the ones who respond with love and pity, but it is only for their own benefit.

The 'Masked Man' leaped and swung her sword in the air before thrusting it at a wolf that wasn't particularly sharp. Peirce is deep on its head and in the throes of a rampage.

When a nearby wolf saw her, it became enraged and began to run in her direction. Then, before the wolf could get close to her, she shot a dazzling dark beam in its direction. She expands her wings and soars through the air at mid-level.

The two wolves on the ground that she can see are siblings. Her tongue was bit. This is on the list of things she regularly recorded in her journal. Monsters have a compassion for those who are of their kind. The concept of "romantic!"

She smirked and slashed out her sword, happily meeting the wolf race. She grasped and held her sword long enough to peirce through another skull. This is the killer's past time around.

Slash

Kick

Drive on the ground.

Leap openly at the close wolf.

Swing.

Wield with grief.

Peirce!

Laugh of annoyance.

And just as she had done to other wolves that were coming at her from all sides, she struck it harshly and mercilessly in the eyes with the pointed edge of the sword.

Without further ado, seconds never had luck or order; it was her method of controlling her prey that she had spotted. Sword piercing the wolf's chest.

"Screwed you pest! This sh*tly creature had the nerve to fucking soak me with their rotten blood!" She yells

'nasty, I'll have to attend those nasty lectures later. My hair is currently wet and stinks.

I need to take a shower first, though.

The moment she heard voices on the ground, she almost forgot about the folks in the basement who were fervently praying to God Sayren. "As if that bitch would listen. That damn bitch is fake and user-generated. Protection, my ass."

Her eyes are narrowed as she looks in their direction—a cellar with a mound of rubble on top—and she anticipates that they will drag their conclusion. Above their entryway, a large wolf's blood was spilled and carried through their gate. At their passing, they will be combined exactly. They are unable to retrieve the trash or the demolished portion of the hallway that covered their entrance. To raise it, there must be more manpower present; else, they will be powerless to restrain it.

They will die anyway.

She was ready to say goodbye to the town when a kid in filthy, worn-out clothes covered in blood and ash stopped her. She stared at the kid and said, "Child of God, save my elder! My grandma is in there! We separate our ways while taking hidden routes."

He is still young but he was sacrificed in this hell just to save a one life.

Even though he is young, he was sacrificed in this torment to save just one life.

It is not her fault that idiots planted underground bombed halls and concealed zones. The cellar they went to is not a location to save and spare their lives—literally, there is nowhere safe to go—and it is filled with dangers. Moreover, saving their life built on their poor plan is a waste of time. To say that there is a safe haven in hell is to be an idiot.

And surely, That Gay God Sayren is That gay God Sayren is undoubtedly watching right now and eagerly anticipating her response. As if she would say anything to amuse that annoying god.

"Death is unavoidable; I don't play swords to save these pathetic ideas of yours. You town agreed to that sentimental basement built with your tax for a safety zone. It is not my duty to save them, and neither is the Child of the Gods blessed in me."

The teen's jaw dropped in surprise. Horrified by what he had heard from her

That Gay God is constantly amused by anyone's goodwill. She showered her grace on her faithful servants, blessing the unborn child who is chosen in her eyes with the ability to scout people and without letting them lose hope. That gay God detested bad manners and betrayal. And she is far from being called to be kind by God. She always turned away when people needed her help or when she was joyfully enjoying herself by peeling them alive.

"Yes, she dislikes betrayal from her people, but she always loves to betray them when they are in need."

GOD OF PROTECTION? RIDICULOUS.

'Not any chance, I will let the Gods have their amusement. '

"Clyde, you can save them," she said to the angel who had been with her the entire time. "Because the false gods couldn't see a pure angel, you can save the town's people if you want." "

Only she can perceive Clyde's invisible abilities. After all, he is her guardian angel, the one who always looks after her like a child. Clyde walked back and did what she said without saying anything.

"You've already arrived," she cried. 'Darn, his voice is constantly stunning me. Where has that dwarf gone?'

'I mean, where is Uncle right now?' She mentally corrected herself.

"You enjoy sneaking into your room, which is inappropriate for a lady like you; have you forgotten your culture?" Despite this, she is able to converse.

"A lady in a veiled nightgown without a robe sneaks in the middle of the night; you must have a tongue right now to explain yourself," he stated.

Phew, thanks for throwing the clothes in her bathroom laundry before she sneaked into her room.

She is in big trouble. She crushed her head in her unluckiness.

"Hehehehehe," She faked a laugh and said, "How about we take tea outside and talk about your lectures?" She quavered. 

How timing is her uncle right now? It must have been Lady Crawl in Flat Nose who denounced her sneaking into her room at night. That d*mn foolish b*tch

'damn, tea? Outside in a cool breeze? It is more frozen than the town! So short of ideas. The lady who lives next door always annoys her.