Chapter 70
The Great Instigator (1)
Everyone returned to the previous gathering place.
The scene was disastrous.
People were in panic. Fear filled their faces, and cries echoed everywhere.
Only two hours remained before the payment time.
Some were begging,
others collapsed to their knees,
while the rest stared into the void with lifeless eyes.
Then—
Cheon Inho appeared.
He stepped forward confidently, his gaze settling directly on Kim Dokja.
"Ohhh, Mr. Dokja… you've returned."
He smiled coldly.
"Remind me, Mr. Dokja… how many coins do you have?"
The crowd suddenly turned toward Kim Dokja.
Their gazes became hungry—
like wolves that had finally found their prey.
Before anyone could speak—
one of Cheon Inho's men shouted:
"Kill him!
Everyone attack!
Whoever kills Kim Dokja will get his coins!"
In an instant,
the air filled with suffocating killing intent.
All members of Kim Dokja's group gripped their weapons, ready to fight.
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire is angered by the injustice and chaos}
At that moment—
Arthur smiled calmly.
Then he stepped forward, placing himself in front of Kim Dokja,
and suddenly raised his voice:
"Stop… you fools!"
The place trembled from the force of his voice.
Everyone froze instinctively.
Cheon Inho smiled as he looked at Arthur,
and before Arthur could speak further, he said in a calculated tone:
"Mr. Arthur… where is Han Myungoh?
Why don't I see him here?"
This was the opportunity.
The opportunity Arthur had been waiting for from the very beginning.
He smiled—
a calm smile…
demonic…
cursed.
He stepped forward, holding Han Myungoh's coat as if it were something sacred.
He removed the joker mask,
revealing his blessed, angelic face.
"Mr. Han Myungoh…
sacrificed himself for us."
A silent shock spread.
"He sacrificed himself for some food.
He brought it…
but who would bring back his body from the jaws of those cursed monsters?"
His eyes grew wet,
and tears began to fall.
"In his final moments,
Mr. Han Myungoh spoke to me…
and begged for forgiveness.
He apologized to everyone."
His voice trembled,
yet remained beautiful… sincere.
"He said he couldn't save you.
He couldn't bring you food.
All this time…
he was thinking of everyone,
never once thinking of himself
when he threw his body to save others."
He lifted his gaze toward Cheon Inho.
"Tell me, Cheon Inho…
what did you do?"
Time seemed to freeze.
That innocent face,
those shining silver eyes,
the falling tears,
and that pure voice…
all came together in a single moment.
The crowd didn't know what to do.
They listened to Arthur's words as if they were hearing a revelation.
As if he were a messenger sent to save them.
Cheon Inho stammered.
"W-what… what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you,"
Arthur said in a deadly calm voice.
"Your unjust incitement.
Your exploitation of people.
The blood that stains your hands without you ever touching it."
Cheon Inho shouted:
"Who have I killed?
I haven't killed anyone!
My hands are clean!
You—you're the one who killed Han Myungoh and are trying to twist things on me!"
Cheon Inho smiled cunningly,
as if he had turned the tables.
But Arthur didn't get angry.
He maintained his sorrowful expression,
then spoke in a calm, beautiful, deadly voice:
"Then…
how did you know that killing people gives coins,
Mr. Cheon Inho—the honorable man who has never killed anyone?"
Silence.
"You pretend to be a guardian angel,
but in truth, you send people in scouting groups
where your men are waiting…
to kill them."
He took a step forward.
"And you?
You sit here like a king."
He raised his voice slightly:
"Tell me…
what have you done to deserve people following you?
You're nothing but a cunning instigator.
You kill without staining your hands."
Han Myungoh's coat slipped from Arthur's hand.
The crowd trembled.
They forgot the scenario.
They forgot the time.
They forgot everything.
Only Arthur's voice remained.
"You sent Mr. Han Myungoh to kill me and Kim Dokja.
But he couldn't."
He smiled sadly.
"And do you know how he made up for even considering your offer?
He sacrificed himself for us."
He lifted his gaze with righteous anger.
"And you now?
You didn't mourn him—
you blamed me.
And on top of that…
you incite people to kill."
He shouted:
"What kind of leader are you?!"
Tears streamed from those pure, beautiful eyes, shattered by grief.
Then he whispered:
"How many coins do you have, Cheon Inho?
How much have you and your group stolen?
Why don't you give these poor people their friends' coins?
Why don't you yield?
Why don't you think about humanity…
you monster?"
At that sacred moment…
something was missing.
And Arthur knew it.
He raised the Unbroken Faith Sword.
A celestial blue light shone,
spreading among the people.
At that moment—
Arthur was no longer human.
He was the embodiment of a warrior angel.
An angel who had descended upon this cursed land
to save humanity.
He finished his speech
and looked at Cheon Inho,
his sword pointed at him.
The people's eyes shifted from Kim Dokja
to Cheon Inho.
Without skills.
Without power.
Without any special ability.
Only…
with beauty,
timing,
and words.
Arthur incited twenty people.
They charged like madmen.
Like religious fanatics
who had just received proof that their faith was true,
standing before someone
who insulted it without reason.
Arthur raised the Unbroken Faith Sword behind them.
At that moment,
it painted the image of an angel leading humanity toward a perfect world.
But—
in the eyes of Kim Dokja's group,
especially Kim Dokja and Yoo Sangah…
Arthur was something else entirely.
He was the King of Hell.
A devil leading people to ruin with a sacred smile.
Arthur moved his sword
and rushed toward Cheon Inho.
A beautiful light radiated from the blade,
reflecting in his pure eyes
and shining hair.
Within just a few minutes—
the group of twenty
completely annihilated Cheon Inho's group.
Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
And when the people saw the coins of the dead transfer to them,
their faith in Arthur deepened.
And when they watched Arthur
kill Cheon Inho
in a clean…
beautiful…
perfect way—
their hearts submitted.
Their minds submitted.
They no longer thought.
They no longer doubted.
They only…
wanted to follow his sacred commands.
Arthur stood beside Cheon Inho's corpse.
Alright… time for the finishing touches.
He sat beside the body,
displaying expressions of sorrow and pain.
Everyone noticed.
One of them approached,
speaking in a quiet, worried voice:
"My savior… why are you sad?"
Arthur lowered his head.
"Why… do people become like this?
Why must I kill souls?
Why must they go to hell
just because they did what they thought was right?"
Everyone's expressions changed.
They looked at Cheon Inho and his men.
Their hearts filled with fear…
with sorrow…
with pain.
Arthur raised his voice:
"No…
no one will go to hell."
Then he shouted:
"Bring the bodies of the dead immediately!"
The twenty moved with frantic speed.
Despite their injuries,
they paid them no mind.
They saw nothing but his commands.
The bodies were lined up beside Cheon Inho's corpse.
Everyone sat near Arthur,
waiting…
What would their sacred savior do?
Arthur raised his hands to the sky.
The aura around him changed,
and a blood-red energy enveloped his hands.
"I will not allow anyone
to go to hell
because of the dokkaebi's nonsense
and these cursed scenarios."
He coughed blood.
Everyone panicked.
One of them rushed toward him:
"My lord! What are you doing?
Don't harm yourself because of our sins!
Please, stop!"
Arthur shook his head slowly.
"I won't stop.
If the price of saving these people is my soul…
then let my soul disappear."
Another person stood beside him,
tears in their eyes:
"Why are you doing this?
Please, stop!"
Arthur raised his eyes toward them.
"If I don't do it…
then who will?
You innocent ones who fell victim to these scenarios…
if I don't go to hell to save you,
then who will?
I…
am the most deserving of that."
With those words—
everyone stood behind him.
"If the price of saving us is your descent into hell…
then we will all go together."
Arthur smiled.
A calm…
gentle…
compassionate smile.
"You poor, innocent souls…
there's no need to worry.
I won't allow anything to harm you.
Even hell…
I will destroy it for your sake."
He raised his hands
and shouted loudly.
The red energy surged from his palms
toward the corpses.
Blood Demon.
The technique devoured
the souls,
the power,
the life
from all the bodies—
and transferred them into a preservation vial.
But—
in the eyes of the people—
it wasn't absorption.
It was…
liberation.
They saw Arthur
carrying the souls of the dead within his body
to grant them peace.
The process ended.
Arthur collapsed to the ground.
Coughing blood.
Sweat covering his body.
Exhaustion evident in every breath.
Everyone panicked.
Fear, sorrow, and pain filled their eyes.
Then—
Arthur smiled.
He stood up slowly.
"Don't worry…
I'm fine."
He wiped the blood from his mouth.
"I've saved their souls."
He lifted his head firmly:
"No one will go to hell…
as long as I'm here."
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