Shadow Slave

‘Crap!’

This was the only thought in Sunny’s head as he awkwardly fell backward, allowing the pincer to close right in front of his face with a loud “clack”. The jagged, chitinous blades were so close that he could clearly see bits of mud sticking to their surface.

Sunny landed on his back, narrowly avoiding the unexpected strike. The good thing was that he managed to avoid being injured or even killed. The bad thing was that he was sprawled on the ground, unable to quickly create distance between him and the attacker. The massive pincer was still hovering above.

Just as this realization dawned on Sunny, he desperately rolled to the side. In the next moment, the pincer lunged down, sending small tremors through the mud. If not for his quick reaction, Sunny’s chest would have been caved in by that blow.

He was just beginning to stand up when the pincer swiped sideways. Luckily, Sunny was ready: instead of trying to dodge or block the attack, he went with it, letting the pincer collide with his outstretched hands and cushioning the blow.

As his arms screamed in pain, Sunny used the force of the blow and allowed his body to be sent flying through the air. This way, at least, he would get out of the pincer’s range.

He might not have been taught how to fight, but one thing he knew very well was how to fall!

Instead of breaking his neck or having the breath beaten out of him by the landing, he braced his body and nimbly rolled before stopping some distance away from the ambushing monster.

‘I take it back!’ Sunny though, remembering his sarcastic critique of Hero’s battle rolls. ‘Rolling is an integral part of any respectable monster-fighting technique!’

Then, he looked up, trying to ascertain the situation.

In front of him, the attacker had finally shown itself. It burrowed from under the mud, casting a vast shadow over kneeling Sunny. Its tiny eyes were full of rage, hunger, and malice.

It was one of the pincer monsters he had spent so much time observing. Towering over him at almost three meters in height, the bulky creature moved its mandibles and produced a jarring, piercing screech.

you devouring the giant carcass with the rest

cracks in its thick carapace, each oozing with viscous azure blood. Additionally, he was missing one of its two pincer arms, which seemed to

hoping to catch easy prey. It could have just followed the other monsters and joined on the feast. Sunny was

an awakened human. It was

by the same logic, he would not have been able to dodge the creature’s sudden attack if not for

now, Sunny had a far more pressing thing to do. Namely, try

the

he occupied a moment before was torn apart by the attacking monster. Its heavy pincer crashed into the side of a coral pillar, sending crimson shards flying

armored, wounded creature would not be able to match his speed, but unfortunately, it turned out to be surprisingly agile. Its scythe-like legs pierced the mud behind him, and the

weapon. Almost instantly, he noticed a long, smooth, sharp bone left behind by some unknown creature sticking from the mud. Without slowing down, he

ending in a narrow, sharp tip. It was almost like a spear. The problem was, even with the added length of this makeshift spear, Sunny’s range of attack was still shorter than

short, he had to get close and aim for one of the cracks in the creature’s armor. However, he didn’t dare to. At that short of a distance, the monster could easily crush him into a paste by using just its weight

idea entered Sunny’s

whether it was the product of audacity

was grazed by the edge of the

was no time to

of trying

descended on his ribs. Sunny felt as though he was going to be split apart, but his armor, received from defeating an awakened tyrant, resisted the crushing bite of the monster’s pincer. Every muscle in his body tensed, delaying the moment

Puppeteer’s Shroud. With the protective properties of