Me? Fight Kal'tsit? Seriously?

In his second life, born into a noble family of Kazimierz, Gerald believed his future would be extremely bright.

This belief lasted only until the day he was thrown into prison at twenty-four.

During his leisurely days in prison, Gerald enjoyed the most vivid dreams every night, inviting him to engage in physical confrontation with top-tier bruisers from ancient times to the present. If he won, he could obtain relics and take on further challenges.

He thus enjoyed his slumber in a masochistic cycle of killing and being killed.

Until, during his prison break and escape, he was invited onto the island by the green Feline doctor who had once stabbed him clean through with a single sword in his dreams.

"You're telling me that the Feline general who formed a coalition of three nations and fought the Sarkaz army in my dream is the doctor in front of me named Kal'tsit?"

"The Banshee Royal Court lord who sent me off with an elegy has become this male elite operator of Rhodes Island?"

"The world-destroying Ishar'mla is this Aegir person carrying a greatsword on his back in front of me?"

"Wah! I don't want to fight you all!!"