He sat on the top of a rock, dangling his legs down and looking at the panorama of the city spread out below. The nickname, painted red, hung above his head as an eternal reminder of the blood spilled. The blood of people who will never wake up either in the game or in the real world. He opened the character interface and once again looked at the number he already knew by heart. The kill counter, the number of which has already exceeded several dozen. He then turned his gaze to the rest of the character's properties. There was one thing among them that still made him grin every time he looked at it. "The keeper". This passive effect made it seem like the game world had its own sense of humor. Taking the halberd leaning against the tree in his hands, the “guardian” rose to his feet and headed for his next victim.