Run Away After Showing Off

"You can keep struggling, but it's futile."

On the ruined ground torn apart by landmines, the Gatekeeper stood casually before the Gate of Truth, his hands clasped behind his back.

At that moment, his figure seemed incredibly towering.

Or perhaps the five people before him were simply kneeling too low.

Aurora Roy's radiance had dimmed and turned murky. The Undertaker's black trench coat was more than half shredded, and he knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

Other than his initial Polar Night Tomb Guard, he had not landed another hit on the Gatekeeper. A layer of glass-like radiance had appeared over the Gatekeeper's clothes, faintly resisting his ordinary light attacks!

Nash lay sprawled on the ground in the shape of a starfish, already unable to fight.

He had once slaughtered thirteen hundred people alone in a single night, wiping out a research base belonging to a financial conglomerate. Cold-blooded, merciless, decisive—he had carved out the fearsome reputation of the Dark Sage through sheer killing. Yet now, with the Gatekeeper exposing his secret in a single sentence, his heart was nearly dead.

Ghost Rope, wielding two axes, had been driven into the ground, his axes completely shattered.

His axes were swift and fierce. Tall, fearless, and willing to fight to the death, he had always been known among the Undertakers as the "Troll." Yet he could not break the Gatekeeper's Aura Barrier at all. Instead, a single frigid cross-shaped Gale Wind from the Gatekeeper had blown apart his weapons, shattering his fighting spirit.

Sven and Caroline, the Watchers' most recently promoted C-Rank Transcendents, were both Awakened who had developed their own Superpowers. Both were ambitious and proud.

Sven's greatsword, combined with Storm Hammer, had slain countless monsters and demons. Caroline's annihilating whip had lashed countless villains until they hurt and