Where Is He Going?

"Hmm... urgh..."

Among the severely wounded "offerings," a human warrior in shattered armor and covered in blood forced himself to his feet through the agony.

The two masters of the castle seemed to have encountered something urgent. They had not even had time to care whether the prisoners might escape.

That gigantic monster had turned and left as well. Without a doubt, this was their best chance to run...

After enduring the pain and wiping the blood from his eyes, he pulled a strange fruit from his pocket, tore it open with force, and pressed it against his wound, temporarily stopping the blood from pouring from the gash.

His name was Corton, a warrior from the Shul Basin.

Though the Shul Basin was scarce in resources, it was enough to barely sustain the human settlements within it. Competition for the basin was fierce, but he had still fought his way out of that brutal "arena."

He had thought that from then on, he would be able to live a prosperous and peaceful life.

Yet he had never expected sinister divine statues to descend within the Dark Boundary, summoning incomparably terrifying monsters with dreadful whispers...

In an extremely short time, more than half the Shul Basin had been slaughtered. As for those who remained...

Either they were like him, their shoulder blades pierced as they hung from the chests of gigantic monsters awaiting their fate, or they were locked in cages and traded like merchandise.

The absurd thing was... he seemed to have been classified by the evil gods as a "high-grade item." He was normally kept hanging there. Though he had lost his strength, his life was not in danger for the time being.

During his captivity, Corton had followed the gigantic monster and watched his former acquaintances die one