Shiro walked through the streets of Camelot, taking in the sights and sounds of a city in the declining age of gods. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and the sound of hammering on metal echoed through the streets.
As he turned a corner, Shiro saw a group of knights returning from battle. Their shields were pierced with arrows, their armor stained with blood, and their swords bore the marks of fierce combat. Broken spears and battered shields hung from their horses, a testament to the intensity of the fight.
At the forefront of the group rode a figure in full iron armor, its face hidden behind a helmet. The crowd cheered as the knights rode by, and Shiro approached them, curious about the battle they had fought.
But as he watched the knights, his attention was drawn to something else. The System, still active in his mind, was compiling data, its progress ticking away at 93%.
Shiro's eyes narrowed, his focus shifting from the knights to the System. What was it doing? Why was it still compiling data? And what would happen when it finished?
The knights rode past, their leader nodding to the crowd as they passed. Shiro watched them, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the System and its mysterious workings.
"93%," he muttered to himself, wondering what the System would reveal when it finally finished compiling its data
Shiro approached a group of knights stationed near the city gate. "Hey, mind if I ask who you're fighting for?" he said, nodding towards their shields.
One of the knights looked him up and down before responding, "King Arthur, of course. The Lion King's our ruler." Shiro's eyes lit up as he realized the significance of the name. The System's reference to the 6th Singularity, Camelot, suddenly made sense.
As he walked away from the knights, Shiro approached an old lady who was selling fresh produce on the street. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you know of any good places to stay around here?" he asked, eyeing her colorful wares.
The old lady smiled, her face creasing with wrinkles. "Ah, you're lookin' for a place to rest your head? There's a nice little hotel just down the street. Can't miss it, really." A young man standing nearby chimed in, "Yeah, and it'll set you back about 500 Kol. Room 17's available, I think."
Shiro thanked them and headed to the hotel. After checking in, he slept for a few hours before being awoken by the sound of a bell ringing in his room. A maid walked in, curtsying slightly. "Good day, sir! I'll be tidying up your room. Need me to focus on anything in particular?"
Shiro rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Just make sure the bed's made and the floor's clean, please." The maid nodded and got to work.
After the maid finished cleaning, Shiro headed out to explore the city. As he walked, he caught sight of a majestic castle in the distance, its towers reaching towards the sky. He felt a thrill of excitement as he approached it.
As he walked around the city, Shiro came across a blacksmith selling weapons. The blacksmith's eyes landed on Shiro's spears, and he approached him with interest. "Nice spears you've got there, friend. What brings you to Camelot?"
Shiro ignored him, but the blacksmith's eyes lingered on his spears. When the blacksmith reached out to touch the Spear of Void, Shiro's instincts kicked in. With a swift motion, he activated the Spear of Void, and a blast of energy shot towards the blacksmith, sending him stumbling backward.
Shiro was taken aback by the blacksmith's resilience. He had unleashed nearly 1% of the Spear of Void's power, an amount that could have easily knocked out even the strongest humans of the modern age. Yet, the blacksmith seemed to have weathered the attack with relative ease.
As Shiro stood there, stunned, he realized that the humans of this era were far more powerful than he had anticipated. The Age of Gods had imbued them with strength and resilience that rivaled that of modern-day bodybuilders. It was as if they had been forged in the crucible of myth and legend.
Shiro's thoughts were interrupted as a dozen knights approached him, their faces stern and their hands on the hilts of their swords. He quickly snapped back into reality, using his A++ speed to move past the blacksmith, who was still tending to his wound.
With a burst of speed, Shiro sprinted towards the nearby rooftops, his feet barely touching the ground. He leapt onto the roof of a nearby building, using his agility to navigate the tiles. The knights gave chase, their shouts and clanging armor echoing through the streets.
As Shiro ran across the rooftops, he caught glimpses of the city's inhabitants going about their daily lives. They seemed oblivious to the commotion he had caused, and Shiro wondered how long it would take for the knights to catch up to him.
The rooftops became a blur as Shiro continued to run, his senses on high alert. He could hear the knights closing in, their footsteps pounding the streets below. Suddenly, he saw a figure standing on the rooftop ahead of him, watching him with an intense gaze...