Johan sat at the edge of the lake, his feet submerged in its icy water, which mirrored the starlit sky above. Every breath felt heavy, not just from physical exhaustion but from the storm of doubt swirling in his mind.
Could he truly face something like Nidhogg without modern weaponry? His thoughts drifted back to all the battles he had fought. Every major victory he achieved had been made possible by advanced tools from the system. Tanks, automatic rifles, high-tech grenades—all of them were weapons that had ensured his survival against supernatural forces.
But now, he had nothing but his own body.
Johan clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the faint reflection of his face in the water. "Without all of that… I'm just an ordinary man," he murmured, his voice nearly drowned out by the whisper of the night wind.