Chapter 35
Summoning the Mysterious Entity (1)
Night had just fallen,
and darkness descended slowly and heavily, as though a black veil were being drawn over the world in preparation for something ominous.
Arthur and Howard arrived at the location of the Cthulhu Cult.
The place lay on the outskirts of the city,
far from any human life.
There was nothing there but a single house standing alone in the heart of nothingness.
The nearest residential area was two hours away on foot… or more.
Arthur studied the place in silence.
The house was large, old, and dilapidated. Its walls were eroded, its windows like dead eyes staring into the dark.
It was not an ordinary house… but a place that carried the scent of evil.
The two prepared themselves.
Arthur raised his hand slightly and sank into thought.
'I can transform the Weapon King's Bracelet into any weapon I desire…
A combat sword is an excellent choice… but right now I need a smaller blade.'
After a few seconds,
the bracelet transformed into a relatively short sword with a square edge,
black in color, tinged with a bloody hue, as though it had been forged to slaughter rather than merely to fight.
Arthur opened the weapon's status window.
| Weapon King's Bracelet
Level: 68 |
The bracelet evolved alongside Arthur's battles.
The more it was used,
the more he fought with it,
the more he killed with it…
it gradually developed, as if it were a living entity growing with its master.
Arthur gripped the sword firmly in his right hand, then looked at Howard.
Howard had put on iron gauntlets, his body tense and ready for combat.
Arthur gave a brief smile,
then stepped forward and kicked the door with a single powerful strike—
it shattered, and he entered.
The moment the door broke apart,
Arthur's sharp ears caught a familiar sound…
The sound of a trigger being pulled.
His eyes widened, and he focused instantly.
He moved in a flash,
stood before Howard, shielding him with his body,
and raised his sword before his face.
He closed his eyes for a second,
calmed his breathing,
then thrust the sword forward in a slow… sharp motion.
The blade struck something—
and cut through it.
It was a bullet.
Arthur opened his eyes and smiled with lethal calm.
With swift and powerful movements,
he began swinging his sword, slicing through every bullet fired at him.
Not a single round escaped the reach of his blade.
As he cut through the bullets,
he advanced forward with steady, balanced steps.
Howard followed him confidently.
The two entered the house.
Around fifty people surrounded them.
Without warning,
without a word—
they lunged at Arthur with absolute intent to kill.
After realizing that firearms were useless,
they charged with their bodies,
dense dark auras enveloping them.
Arthur stood perfectly still,
his mind solid,
and looked at those madmen with a cold smile.
He swung his sword.
A cut.
One…
Two…
Three…
Ten…
Twenty.
In mere moments,
twenty men fell.
If the scene were viewed from another angle,
no one would know who the true madman was:
the masked men attempting to kill a single person?
Or the man with the sword…
and the terrifying demonic smile?
Arthur did not stop.
He accelerated further,
swung his sword with greater ferocity,
and cut down everyone without hesitation.
Within a few minutes,
Arthur stood in a corridor of severed, lifeless bodies.
He wasted no time.
He set the sword aside,
raised his right hand,
and held a glass vial in his left.
Blood Demon.
It took no more than a minute—
for the corpses to turn into dust
and vanish into the air.
Arthur's body trembled violently as he converted the energy into the vial.
When he finished,
he looked at it…
It was filled to 40%.
He smiled,
placed the vial into storage,
then picked up his sword again.
He looked around.
No one remained.
Only him… and Howard.
The two moved through the house,
searching…
but to no avail.
There was no one there.
Arthur said with a puzzled expression,
"Are you sure this is the correct location?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
Arthur thought for a moment…
then suddenly felt a strange magical force.
It was coming from outside…
from directly behind the house.
Arthur dashed forward swiftly,
and Howard followed without question.
Within seconds,
they were behind the house.
There…
stood a massive statue,
rising over thirty-five feet tall.
A new wooden statue,
engraved with terrifying precision,
unbelievable craftsmanship.
It was a statue of Cthulhu.
Around the statue stood nearly five hundred people—
or more—
forming a circle around it.
Near it, ten individuals were prostrating,
chanting in a strange language,
incomprehensible to both Arthur and Howard.
The fanatics of Cthulhu paid no attention to Arthur and Howard's presence.
They continued their ritual,
long minutes passing…
nearly five minutes.
The two hid behind a wooden wall,
watching in silence.
Then one of the ten stood—
the oldest among them.
He shouted in an incomprehensible language,
then spoke in a clear voice:
"Today is the appointed day!
Today the Ruler shall come to this corrupt land
to spread His power and light upon the world!"
"Bring forth the sacrifices!"
The men began dragging the innocent—
men and women—
and throwing them around the statue.
They were bound…
naked…
ready for slaughter.
Nearly a hundred people.
The sacrifices were arranged in an orderly square formation.
Behind each victim stood a man,
a knife pressed to their throat.
Then the elder extended his hand
and raised something—
something that shocked Arthur to his core.
He was holding…
the inscribed stone.
The same stone
that had been in Howard's possession.
Arthur spoke with lethal calm:
"Howard…
check the stone.
Is it still with you?"
Howard searched his bag…
but found nothing.
He looked down—
the bag had been slit open from the bottom.
It became clear.
While Arthur was fighting at the door,
someone had slipped in from behind
and stolen everything inside the bag.
Howard froze.
Arthur's blood boiled.
'Damn it…
This is the stupidest situation I've ever been in.
How was I this careless?
What if he hadn't just stolen the stone… but tried to kill me?
Would I have sensed him?'
Arthur cursed himself in fury for not noticing.
And the truth?
Arthur would never have sensed him.
Because the one who stole the stone
was nothing but a child—
no older than fifteen.
He wasn't strong.
He had no aura.
He was a member of the Cthulhu Cult…
but his only specialty was stealth and theft.
And that was why—
Arthur had not sensed him at all.
Arthur's focus had been entirely on the battle.
And his enemies were not weak,
nor one or two…
but fifty individuals with inhuman strength.
The mistake was not Arthur's.
It was Howard's,
who had frozen before the display of power
and forgotten his one task:
Protect the stone.
But what had happened…
had happened.
Who would have imagined
that all the years of killing and training
would finally be met
with complete defeat…
at the hands of a child?
And despite all that, one single thought now revolved in Arthur's mind:
'…Why are my instincts screaming that something is wrong?
As if the ground has been pulled from beneath my feet without my knowing…'
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