Chapter 53
A New World (2)
The Dokkaebi spoke in a strange and bizarre manner,
an incomprehensible language,
sharp sounds that seemed as though they did not belong to the throat of any living being.
No one understood it.
Some people began taking pictures,
others laughed mockingly,
and a few assumed it was merely a puppet, a promotional campaign, or perhaps a test for some new product.
But…
only one person did not laugh.
Arthur.
From the very first moment,
he felt the weight of the aura surrounding that creature.
It was not even close to the aura of the great Cthulhu,
nor did it reach even one percent of its terror.
And yet…
the Dokkaebi's aura was ominous,
bloody,
primitive,
as if it belonged to something that knew no mercy at all.
At that moment, Arthur moved quietly
and stepped aside, away from the center of the crowd.
He knew the painful truth:
with this current body…
even an elementary school child could kill him.
A weak body.
Thin.
Fragile to a disgusting degree.
After a few moments,
the Dokkaebi cleared his throat lightly.
Then…
his voice changed.
It became clear.
|Host…
It is speaking Korean.
Would you like to learn the language and understand it?|
'Yes.'
|100 points have been consumed to learn the Korean language.|
At that moment,
a massive flood of information surged through Arthur's mind.
Words.
Grammar.
Sounds.
Complete linguistic structures.
The pain was sharp,
as if his skull were about to explode.
He endured it.
And after a few seconds…
he understood.
In his life, Arthur had only learned two languages.
One of them was English,
and the other a different language.
A short while ago, the large man had spoken to him in English,
which was why he had been able to partially understand him.
But now…
he understood the Dokkaebi completely.
---
[Ahm… ahm…
Can you understand me now?
I apologize for what happened earlier.
There was a language malfunction… as you know.]
The Dokkaebi smiled and chuckled softly.
And then—
the people exploded.
"Who the hell are you, idiot?!"
"Start the subway again immediately!"
"Are you filming a movie or something?!"
[Please… calm down.]
"We have work!"
"Exams!"
"Stop this nonsense!"
Arthur watched the scene silently.
'They've truly lost their minds…
Look at its aura,
its form,
its very existence…
This is not human,
and it is not weak,
and you are merely humans.
Listen to it first…
why are you rushing toward your deaths?'
Arthur sighed quietly,
as if he could already see the future unfolding before him.
---
The Dokkaebi's voice changed.
It became soft…
but beneath it lay buried anger.
[It seems you will not calm down.
In that case…
I will force you to be silent.]
His eyes turned red.
And in the next moment—
heads exploded.
One head after another,
blood spraying,
flesh scattering,
short screams before eternal silence.
Blood splattered across the subway.
[This is not a game.
Nor a dream.
Nor the reality you once knew.]
Another head exploded.
[You have been living your lives for free.
Eating,
playing,
amusing yourselves,
living…
without paying the price.]
Arthur thought calmly amid the massacre.
'His words…
are both right and wrong.
Wrong,
because humans work and strive to live.
And right…
when their lives are compared to other worlds.
No cosmic wars.
No destroyed galaxies.
No struggle for survival.'
He raised his gaze again toward the Dokkaebi.
[The good times are over.
From now on…
you must pay the price of life.]
His horns grew larger,
and his eyes shone violently.
[Channel bi_3970 has been opened.
Come…
and receive your coins.]
A blue window appeared before every person,
visible only to them.
One appeared before Arthur as well.
It was elegant…
clear.
{The main scenario has begun}
{Do you accept the system?
Yes / No}
Arthur stared at it.
'Why would I need another system?
I already have one.'
Before he could refuse—
his original system window appeared.
|Host…
you must accept the system.|
'Why?
You're already with me.'
|After your transfer to this world…
the system split into two parts.
You now possess:
the storage + my ability to communicate with you.
As for your original body,
sealed inside the storage,
it still carries
the Celestial Shop
and the Personal Window.
Therefore…
you must accept this system
in order to see your window and the attributes of this world.
And I assure you…
it will be useful.|
Arthur sighed.
Then he raised his gaze.
"Yes…
I accept the system."
---
A red window appeared before his eyes.
(Important note: the system of this world is marked with {}
while the original system remains marked with ||)
{Main Scenario #1: Prove Your Value
Conditions: Kill one or more people
Category: Main
Difficulty: F
Time Limit: 30 minutes
Reward: 300 coins
Failure: Death}
Arthur smiled.
'Damn…
In every world I enter,
I have to kill.'
And yet…
a devilish smile had already formed on his face.
|Your first mission in this world…
complete Main Scenario #1
successfully…
and with excellence.|
Arthur smiled faintly, though there was something deeper than joy within it.
|Success Reward: 1000 coins|
'Yes… now that's a beautiful mission indeed.
Look at that reward, man…
my system is the best without question.'
His awareness returned to reality,
and he looked around.
When the first death occurred in front of everyone,
someone confirmed—through hysterical screaming—that they had indeed received the coins.
And then…
everything exploded.
People lost their minds.
The subway turned into absolute chaos—
screaming,
running,
eyes filled with greed and terror.
The nightmare had begun.
But…
only a few understood the truth.
That this was merely the beginning,
and that the true nightmare…
had not yet appeared.
Arthur smiled quietly
and raised his right hand,
trying to transform the Weapon King's Bracelet into a weapon.
But…
nothing happened.
He froze for a moment,
then his eyes widened slightly.
'Damn…
how stupid I am.
My bracelet stayed attached to my original body… damn it.'
He sighed, then quickly contacted the system.
'System, did the new reward you were preparing arrive?
Please say yes…
and I hope it's something I can actually use.'
|Of course.
The reward has arrived,
and it has been placed in the storage.|
Arthur felt a trace of anticipation mixed with unease
and immediately opened the storage.
A storage window appeared before him,
displaying its contents clearly:
Miraculous Healing Potions
Cthulhu Body Parts
Preservation Vials Filled with Cthulhu's Power
A Small Gift
His gaze fixed on the gift.
He opened it.
|Congratulations, you have obtained:
First: Joker's Mask
– When wearing the mask, no one will be able to determine whether you are telling the truth or lying.
– Increases your body's healing rate by 25%.
– The mask cannot be removed unless you command it.
Second: Sword of the Tyrant King
– A sword that was used to kill millions of humans in the past.
– The curse of death still surrounds it despite not being used for hundreds of years.
– Increases the power of your strikes by 15%.|
Arthur's smile widened,
this time without any attempt to hide it.
Joy.
Satisfaction.
And the pure feeling of receiving a genuine reward.
But—
in the next moment,
an unbelievable pain struck his chest.
His body staggered backward several steps
after receiving a powerful blow directly from the man standing in front of him.
Arthur raised his head.
The man was laughing—
a mad laugh,
his eyes filled with obsession.
He was thinking of nothing but killing.
Arthur sighed quietly,
and at that very moment—
a white mask appeared from the void,
featureless,
except for the openings for the eyes.
And in his hand appeared a black, blood-stained sword,
relatively short,
yet radiating pure dread.
The man stopped laughing.
He froze in place,
staring at Arthur's hands with hunger…
and twisted delight.
Arthur raised his hand,
pushed his silver hair back,
then placed the mask over his face.
He gripped the sword in his right hand
and planted his feet firmly.
He felt the mask's healing power,
calm…
warm…
spreading slowly through his body.
He smiled.
And before the other man could do anything—
Arthur moved.
His speed was not extraordinary.
It was not even the speed of a normal human.
It was slow…
but enough.
And with the first swing of the sword—
thanks to the increased strike power—
the man's head fell.
Separated from his body,
it dropped lifelessly to the ground before him.
A new red notification appeared before Arthur's eyes:
{Congratulations, you have performed your first kill}
{Coins have been added to your balance}
Arthur smiled behind the mask.
A cold smile.
Here…
the new world began to take him seriously.
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