Ethan settled onto his own mat, staring at the ceiling as he reflected on everything that had happened.
His life had been chaotic since the moment he'd transmigrated into this body, from being a cannon fodder that was destined to be discarded to someone with some power and strength.
He'd never asked for any of this. Not the transmigration. Not the responsibility for these people now sleeping under his protection. Not the monstrous abilities that grew stronger with each kill.
And yet, here he was.
Outside, distant howls echoed through the night—monsters testing the city's outer defenses. Closer, the occasional shouts revealed nervous guards patrolling the streets.
At the north side of the city, General Han paced the length of his headquarters like a caged beast. The silver-ranked monster threat kept him tethered here on the city lord's direct orders—"Do not abandon your post unless the walls come under direct attack."
