"[Swift Slash!]"
But this time—he activated it with Death Mana.
[ You have created a new skill: "Three Slashes of Death" ]
[ Intelligence increased by 10 points permanently. ]
[ Three Slashes of Death ]
[ A skill created after fusing Swift Slash with Death Mana. ]
Slashes three times in succession, each strike dealing 500% increased physical damage.
If a fourth strike is linked within 0.5 seconds, 100% of the previous total damage is dealt again as Critical Death Damage.
Mana Cost: 1000 Death Mana
Cooldown: 6 Minutes
Michael vanished for an instant—then reappeared in front of the struggling Super Ancient Weapon. His sword glowed with crimson and black energy as he unleashed—
SLASH!
SLASH!
SLASH!
The Super Ancient Weapon trembled as deep gashes split across its metallic body.
It was already weakened from being slammed into the ground, but now—Michael activated the final piece.
"Sleep of Death."
[ Target has fallen asleep for 3 seconds. ]
The Super Ancient Weapon froze in place—its systems locked down completely.
Michael didn't hesitate. He raised his sword for the fourth strike.
CRITICAL STRIKE!
A devastating black arc tore through the enemy, cutting through its core. A massive explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
When the dust settled—the Super Ancient Weapon was no more.
And as it died, it dropped an item called 'Braham's Message.'
'Braham...! Is he the cause of this?'
[ Demon Slayer Class Quest completed ]
[ A New Quest is Available ]
Michael put the message away as well as the battered body of Super Ancient Weapon too. 'I hope while reviving it as golem or Death Guardian, the stats don't decrease much due to poor body state'.
Michael wanted to read the message right away, but before he could, King Wiesbaden himself came running over.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
The king grabbed Michael's hands, his voice filled with gratitude. A king—one who had reigned as the absolute ruler since birth—was bowing his head. The sight alone was enough to leave the watching nobles and officials speechless.
And with that—the Raid was over.
Only the rewards remained.
Michael turned and began heading toward the palace alone. Reporters rushed forward, trying to follow him to relay the situation to the world, but the guards blocked their path.
They looked at Michael pleadingly, their eyes begging for him to let them in, but he ignored them, walking forward without hesitation.
At least, he planned to.
Halfway there, he suddenly collapsed.
Thud!
The world spun, his vision darkening as he looked at the notification that had just appeared.
[ Thanatos' Narcolepsy has been activated. ]
[ You have fallen asleep. ]
[ Sleep time cannot be determined. ]
[ User can choose to log out. No penalty will occur. However, the avatar will remain asleep in the game. ]
Michael, barely able to stay conscious, cursed loudly.
"Oh, for f—!"
And just like that—everything faded to black.
Though Michael's sight was gone, his hearing remained.
He could hear the panicked whispers of nobles and knights. The King himself was calling for a healer, his voice filled with urgency.
"Call the High Priest! Hurry! The Hero of the Eternal Kingdom must be saved!"
The healer soon arrived and knelt beside Michael, carefully examining his body.
"My lord, it's nothing serious," the healer finally said, sounding puzzled. "He just… is sleeping soundly."
"Sleeping?" one of the knights repeated in disbelief. "How can it be? He fought like a war god just moments ago!"
The healer sighed. "My lord, what can I say? He is a hero, but he is also just a man. His body must have given out after overexerting himself—his exhaustion caught up to him, and he fell asleep in the middle of the battlefield."
"But our kingdom is blessed, Your Majesty, to have such a man—one who can fight to the very limit, to the point that he only allows himself to fall after the battle is won," he said, looking at Michael in awe and even greater reverence.
There was silence.
Every noble, every knight, even the King himself, stared at the sleeping Michael in awe.
Finally, the King let out a deep breath and lowered his head.
"Then let him rest," he said solemnly. "We nearly lost our hero today. May the Goddess bless him, and forgive us for our ignorance."
The nobles echoed his words, their voices heavy with reverence.
—
Michael, still listening to all of this, barely held back a laugh.
'At least… this turned into a good misunderstanding,' he thought.
With that, he logged out, knowing that when he returned, he would wake up in the finest guesthouse in the Eternal Kingdom—treated like a legend.
***
After three hours in the real world, Michael logged back in. However, in Satisfy, where time moved three times faster, 18 hours had passed.
[Thananos' Narcolepsy has ended.]
[Your Stamina has increased by 5 points.]
[Your Intelligence has increased by 3 points.]
[Your Strength has increased by 4 points.]
[Your Authority has increased by 6 points.]
18 stats for 18 hours of sleep.
"At least this is a good thing," Michael muttered with a sigh.
"Lord Michael, you are awake!" A soft voice called out. He turned his head to see a maid bowing respectfully.
"Where am I?" Michael asked, though he already had a good idea.
"You are in the Royal Palace Guest House. Due to your sudden collapse, you were brought here to rest," the maid explained politely.
Michael nodded. "I see. Well then, since I'm fine now, I'll be leaving."
Just as he was about to get up, the maid quickly interjected.
"Wait, Lord Michael! His Majesty wishes to see you before you leave. The King has something important he wants to discuss with you."
"And your reward is also pending," the maid added hastily.
Michael smirked. "Yeah, kind of forgot that," he said, chuckling as he stretched. With a nod, he let the maid lead him.
Soon, Michael stepped into the Throne Room, where nobles stood on either side, divided into two factions. They were engaged in discussions, their hushed voices carrying through the grand hall.
However, as Michael entered, the murmurs faded. Heads turned toward him, and the nobles began whispering amongst themselves.
Michael ignored them. He continued walking, his steps steady as he approached the throne, where King Wiesbaden sat, waiting for him.