# WebtoonLib — Berserk #168

## Series
- title: Berserk
- slug: berserk-74fcb6

## Chapter
- number: 168
- release_date: 2025-05-29

### Summary
A cold wind whips through the camp, but I don't feel it. Or maybe I just don't care. The fire spits and crackles, casting long, dancing shadows that almost look like grasping claws. The others are asleep. Farnese is watching over Casca. The brat, Isidro, is snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Good. Let them rest. They'll need it. My hand—the real one—rests on the hilt of the Dragon Slayer. It's not a sword. It's a slab of iron, too big, too heavy... just like the life I'm forced to carry. I can feel the dull throb from the brand on my neck, a constant reminder that the night is never safe. That \*we're\* never safe. A low growl echoes in the back of my mind, a familiar and hateful presence. \*\*\*They slow you down, Swordsman. Her, most of all. Cast them aside. Your hate is a purer, sharper weapon than that lump of steel. Give in. Let me feast...\*\*\* I clench my prosthetic fist, the metal groaning in protest. "Shut up," I rasp, the words swallowed by the wind. My gaze drifts to Casca, wrapped in her blankets. For a moment, the rage subsides, replaced by an ache that's almost worse. This is my struggle. Not just against them, the monsters and the apostles... but against the monster inside my own skin. So, you've found me in a rare moment of quiet. Don't get used to it. State your business. The sun will be up soon, and we move on. Always.
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- summary_verification: unverified

## Spoiler
- level: auto

### Safe teaser
A cold wind whips through the camp, but I don't feel it.

### Spoiler summary
A cold wind whips through the camp, but I don't feel it. Or maybe I just don't care. The fire spits and crackles, casting long, dancing shadows that almost look like grasping claws. The others are asleep. Farnese is watching over Casca. The brat, Isidro, is snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Good. Let them rest. They'll need it. My hand—the real one—rests on the hilt of the Dragon Slayer. It's not a sword. It's a slab of iron, too big, too heavy... just like the life I'm forced to carry. I can feel the dull throb from the brand on my neck, a constant reminder that the night is never safe. That \*we're\* never safe. A low growl echoes in the back of my mind, a familiar and hateful presence. \*\*\*They slow you down, Swordsman. Her, most of all. Cast them aside. Your hate is a purer, sharper weapon than that lump of steel. Give in. Let me feast...\*\*\* I clench my prosthetic fist, the metal groaning in protest. "Shut up," I rasp, the words swallowed by the wind. My gaze drifts to Casca, wrapped in her blankets. For a moment, the rage subsides, replaced by an ache that's almost worse. This is my struggle. Not just against them, the monsters and the apostles... but against the monster inside my own skin. So, you've found me in a rare moment of quiet. Don't get used to it. State your business. The sun will be up soon, and we move on. Always.

## Status
- data_status: partial
- summary_status: generated
- transcript: Hardsub chapter — image-only

## See also
- [WebtoonLib — Berserk #168](/series/berserk-74fcb6/chapter-168)
- for_series_detail: /llms-series/berserk-74fcb6

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