The sudden sounds of conflict badly startled the children in the prayer hall. Frost pushed aside the girl in front of him and strode towards the temple’s inner chambers.

To the back of the prayer hall was a small room. It was typically locked year-round, and no one really knew what was inside.

Even so, that was precisely where Frost wanted to go.

He unsheathed the blade by his waist, then slashed at the lock with his sword. Given his strength as a level one warrior, the door easily swung open.

Before he could see what was behind the door, however, a shadow suddenly charged out from behind the door - a holy warrior, wielding a sharp but short blade. Even though Frost was no more than a mere child, the holy warrior didn’t even hesitate.

Frost gazed at the sword piercing towards him, not panicking in the slightest.

Just as the sword was about to run him through, a black-clothed man appeared from behind Frost. It was the flesh puppet Laban.

Laban easily deflected the sword, then unleashed a Destruction Corkscrew.

The aura of death descended upon the holy warrior. Even though the holy warrior wasn’t weak, he was a bit too weak to face off against a puppet capable of unleashing the might of a level...

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