The Final Courage

"Prepare for battle."

Brown shouted, though both his hands were already trembling, almost unable to keep hold of his sword. In fact, even his voice had begun to shake. That suit of armor was the only thing he could rely on now.

Brown had never faced a real monster. He had not even dealt with ordinary beasts. No—in the broadest sense, he had never truly fought another person to the death, either. Most of the time, Brown was the one who brought a group of people to bully others.

He knew this was not the Demon Tide. Those monsters might not even pass through Sunset Town. Yet the fear born from instinct still made Brown grit his teeth, terrified that if he relaxed for even a moment, his knees would loosen along with his buttocks and everything would come pouring out.

At that moment, Brown saw that the "players" had actually picked up their weapons one after another and come to the edge of the fields they had reclaimed, attempting to surround the town.

They wore no armor, still dressed in their original cloth garments, yet they felt no fear.

Instead, Brown saw excitement and anticipation in their eyes.

Those were monsters?

Monsters far fiercer, more savage, and more brutal than beasts!

Were they not afraid of death?!!

Uh, they really did not seem afraid of death.

Brown suddenly remembered that summoned creatures like the players indeed did not fear death. Even if their bodies died, they could quickly crawl out of the mud and regenerate. He was even a little envious of them.

But Brown did not want to become one of them.

Because, how should he put it? Although these players looked clever, they were actually a bunch of simpletons.

Who would help other people plant fields, clear