With the major battle happening on the main street, all those hiding behind closed doors could not believe their eyes.

The deafening explosions, miserable screams, and the continuous clash of weapons echoed throughout the town.

Some even believed they were dreaming or hallucinating.

"Slap me. I think I’m dreaming."

Pah!

"Ouch! Why did you slap me?"

"You requested it, and I complied."

The two glared at each other for a moment before unwillingly averting their gazes. Even now, they found it difficult to accept what was unfolding before them.

Inside one of the famous taverns, humans and beastmen stood by the small opening of the window, watching the battle unfold. None of them dared to step outside, afraid that they might be caught in the crossfire.

Before now, many had planned to make a run for their lives under the cover of the night.

This was why many had gathered inside the tavern, hoping to leave together when the opportunity presented itself.

But who would have thought that before they could even flee for their lives, the entire town would be turned upside down.

"Undead..."

"Who is he?"

Many whispered, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Their eyes remained fixed on the silver-haired young man standing calmly amidst the battlefield as though everything happening around him was beneath his notice.

A single human was facing the Horn Lizard Clan head-on without losing.

Not only that, he was steadily pushing the Horn Lizard Soldiers backward with an army of undead.

If they had not witnessed this scene with their very own eyes, they would never have believed it.

"Does anyone know who he is?"

This was the question burning in everyone’s minds. They were itching to know the identity of the crazy human who dared to confront the Horn Lizard Clan alone.

For a moment, no one responded.

To most of them, they had never seen the figure standing at the center of the battlefield before.

Silver hair.

Blue eyes.

Those features were impossible to miss if he had ever appeared in Horn Lizard Town.

Moreover, with his current strength, it would have been impossible for someone like him to remain unknown.

Thus, the only possible explanation was.

He was a visitor.

Just then, a young man, a hunter with a deep scar running across his cheek, widened his eyes. His breathing quickened as though he had suddenly remembered something important.

"I... I think I know who he is..." he whispered, realization dawning on him.

Even though his voice was low, under the tense and deathly quiet atmosphere, everyone heard him loud and clear.

"Who?"

Everyone immediately locked their gaze onto the hunter. Their expressions were filled with urgency and anticipation, eager to hear the answer.

Feeling everyone’s gaze upon him, the hunter took a deep breath before responding slowly.

"The Grim Reaper..."

Silence.

He emphasized each word to show just how serious and terrifying the human on the street was.

"Hmm?"

Many widened their eyes in disbelief. Some instinctively turned their heads back toward the battlefield as if trying to confirm the hunter’s words for themselves.

Mantis Town, which had become popular in recent times, was because of Black Water.

And who was Black Water?

The Grim Reaper.

Even though many had heard his name, they had never laid eyes on him.

But the strange rumor surrounding the Grim Reaper was that he was an unconventional Necromancer.

A terrifying one at that.

Now, staring at him, many forgot to breathe, and countless jaws dropped to the ground.

The calm young man standing amidst the sea of corpses completely shattered the image they had imagined in their minds.

"...H-How..."

Even though they had heard the Grim Reaper was an unconventional Necromancer, they never expected him to be this terrifying.

Many forcefully swallowed the lumps in their throats, their backs drenched in cold sweat. Looking at the dozens of undead pushing back the Horn Lizard Soldiers, they finally understood why his name alone could shake the entire Bleeding Desert.

Now, they all understood how he alone could change the fate of Mantis Town.

Finally, one of them broke the silence.

"D-Do you... do you think... he can do it?"

"Don’t ask us..."

"But I don’t think so..."

Even though the legend of the Grim Reaper was awe-inspiring, many still did not believe he stood a chance against the mighty Horn Lizard Clan.

After all, this was one of the strongest clans on the Bleeding Desert, a force that had ruled for generations even if it was below the Scorpion Clan..

Meanwhile, inside another building, standing on the second floor, a group of Mantis Men stared at the scene below, their small eyes first filled with shock before gradually turning into excitement.

Their antennae swayed back and forth, revealing just how emotional they had become.

"Our savior is here," their Old Elder muttered, his eyes never leaving the young man standing in the middle of the street.

His aged voice trembled slightly with excitement.

All the Mantis Men nodded.

"We are saved," another Mantis Man added, his eyes already becoming moist.

The fear that had lingered in his heart since arriving in Horn Lizard Town quietly disappeared.

Others might question the human on the street.

But not them.

They had all witnessed firsthand how terrifying this human truly was.

When their town had been on the brink of destruction, it was this human who single-handedly changed their fate.

He had not only saved Mantis Town but had also given them hope for a future they never thought possible.

A beast tide usually marked the end of their towns. But this human changed that.

To them, between a beast tide and the Horn Lizard Clan which was more terrifying?

They would choose the beast tide any day.

And since he could confront a beast tide without losing, they did not think the Horn Lizard Clan stood any chance against him.

This was their belief.

Their confidence.

Was this what others called blind confidence?

Or was it simply faith born from witnessing a miracle with their own eyes?