Immortal Knight

The city was filled with supernatural creatures now. There were angels flying all around the city. There were few thousand people with wings, weird attitudes and an a weird aura in their bodies. 

The police have been putting borders for the laws of the players. The players couldn't kill like they could do in the shadows. 

The world was aware of it and for this particular reason, most of the players have been committing suicide and dying because of their survival quests. 

The systems were truly a curse and a feared thing now. 

Allan Kingston, sat on the top of a building looking at the modern world. He was never used to the men in the city. 

He could remember his past. The only thing he knew the most was about the castles he had lived in. 

*Damned world. I never really thought I'd live this long. And still... I haven't accomplished true power. My claymore hasn't gashed the neck of my rival.*