Something inside me changed.
The moment the King Knight lunged forward and swung its sword toward my head, my body moved on its own. I didn't think. I didn't decide. I simply stepped aside and dodged.
"Oh—God…"
My breathing became uneven as I stared at my own hands.
My body felt lighter.
Not just lighter—different.
I didn't understand what was happening, but something spread through me. A strange energy moved under my skin, dark but stable.
It didn't feel chaotic or dangerous.
It felt controlled—
like it had always been there, waiting for me to notice it.
A thin shadow coiled around my arms.
Not violently.
Gently.
Like it had always belonged there.
For a moment, it felt like I was floating. Not physically, but internally, like my body had lost unnecessary weight.
"…What is this?"
The fear didn't disappear.
But something else replaced it.
Clarity.
Whatever this was—
this was power.
And I understood one thing instinctively.
This power wasn't meant for running.
It was meant to end this.
It was meant to fight.
To kill the King Knight.
Before I could move again, something unexpected happened.
The knight stepped forward and tossed a sword toward me. It landed right in front of my feet with a dull metallic sound.
I stared at it.
Then at the knight.
It didn't attack.
It didn't move.
It waited.
Like it was telling me to pick it up—
and fight properly.
"…Fine."
"So now you want a real fight?"
I bent down, grabbed the sword, and lifted it slowly. The weight felt unfamiliar, but not impossible.
"Let's finish this properly."
This time, I didn't rush. I stood still and waited.
Let it come.
The King Knight moved first.
Our swords clashed.
The impact ran through my bones, but I didn't lose my grip. I adjusted quickly and struck back, landing a clean slash across its abdomen, then another across its body in a cross pattern.
But—nothing happened.
The blade cut—
but it didn't break through.
The King Knight paused.
Then its presence changed.
The King Knight grew aggressive.
Its movements sharpened.
Faster.
Sharper.
More violent.
"Come… come. This is what I wanted."
This time, it attacked like a storm.
Its blade spun, cutting through the air with overwhelming speed.
I focused.
But I'm not who you think I am now.
"You might have fought others before…"
"But I'm not the same as before."
I stepped in instead of back.
My foot slipped against broken stone—
the blade barely missing my shoulder.
My balance shifted for a split second—
enough to die.
But I forced it back.
I jumped straight into the storm of attacks—
and cut through it—
cutting through its movement.
One clean motion.
I broke its rhythm.
The storm split.
I closed the distance.
I moved past it and drove my sword straight into its throat.
"Take back what you gave me."
The blade pierced through—
like cutting through something that resisted too late.
The King Knight… finally stopped.
But not completely.
The blade halted for a fraction of a second—caught.
The King Knight's hand shot up and grabbed my arm.
The grip tightened.
Cracks spread across its armor, not from my strike—
but from within.
Its hollow gaze locked onto me.
For a moment—
it pushed back.
The pressure forced my blade out slightly.
My footing slipped.
"…You're still standing?"
The shadow around my arms tightened instinctively.
I stepped forward again.
"No."
I stepped in—
and drove the blade deeper.
"Now fall."
The armor collapsed inward—
like something inside had finally given up.
For a second—
everything went still.
"…Huh?"
Then—
it didn't reset.
It didn't rewind.
It didn't return.
This time—
the one who fell—
was the King Knight.
It didn't adapt this time.
It failed.
A sound echoed behind me.
I turned.
And everything shifted again.
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End Of Chapter 11 - The Kind One Never Lose