Every time the cats took a step, a faint vibration rippled through the ground.

Their slit eyes, focused on the prey. Sharp claws scraping the dirt. Bodies ready to pounce at any moment.

Surrounded by a pack of about a dozen cats, the Giant felt a threat to his life and swallowed nervously.

Cats are naturally fierce hunters. This is evident even when considering the reason they were chosen as pets.

Nowadays, they are loved for their small size and cuteness, but this wasn’t always the case.

In the past, people chose cats as pets because they hoped they would hunt creatures like mice, which were small and hard to catch.

In other words, right now, the Giant is surrounded by about ten hunters selected by humans, all of whom pose a lethal threat to him.

The Giant, who had never once looked up at anyone, hesitated and drew his sword as he looked at the monster-like group staring down at him.

The giant black sword was a source of pride and confidence for the Giant, able to cut through even the thickest branches. But now, the sword, alongside its wielder, seemed utterly pitiful.@@novelbin@@

At this point, it might be considered as good as dead.

Damn it. Fine. If you want to kill me, go ahead.

But if you do, I’ll take you all down with me.

With resignation towards his life, the Giant raised his sword, and the ground shook with a heavy thud.

The look in his eyes was one of shock as he saw a little girl standing firm, casting a shadow that pushed the entire pack of hunters backward.

“Leave now while you still can, you damn cats.”

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