Chapter 83
Master of the Theater Dungeon (2)
The group rushed upward until they reached the sixth floor. The film there was as easy as the others, taking barely any time to clear. But the moment they arrived at the seventh floor, everything changed.
All the movie posters were torn apart… except for two.
A beautiful blue light fell over the group, but it suddenly stopped at Arthur alone, then wrapped around his body and dragged him inside violently.
Everyone froze in place.
No one moved.
No one knew what to do.
Kim Dokja slowly raised his head toward the poster, sweat forming on his forehead.
"Damn it… Arthur, why were you the only one pulled into this movie?"
Everyone followed his gaze.
The title of the film was written clearly:
The Third Day of Your Life's Hell
Jung Heewon smiled, trying to reassure them:
"Don't worry… Arthur is the strongest among us. He'll kill the villain and come out quickly."
Kim Dokja let out a deep sigh.
"And that's where the first problem lies."
They turned to him, worried.
"What do you mean?"
He spoke in a low voice:
"This film… is about the protagonist's deepest and worst fears. Whatever he fears the most… will appear before him."
Silence fell.
Then he added:
"And you didn't see Arthur when the ghost illusions attacked him before… he destroyed them in a terrifying way."
He paused, then said the most dangerous part:
"And worse than that… the villain of this film is the protagonist himself."
Everyone's eyes widened.
"D-Does that mean… Arthur has to kill himself to get out?"
Kim Dokja didn't answer.
He remained silent.
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In complete darkness…
Arthur stood alone.
No sound.
No light.
Nothing but endless black.
He looked around calmly.
Then… after a few moments…
Burning red shadows appeared—
angry,
crawling toward him.
Arthur's body froze.
The shadows were people he knew.
Then he heard the voice.
"Dad…"
The word slipped from his mouth, trembling.
"You worthless brat, come here right now."
Arthur moved—small, shaking—
approaching with fearful steps.
"Where's the money? Did you steal anything good today?"
Without thinking, Arthur took out some money from his pocket.
His hand trembled as he offered it.
"Just this? You stupid brat… you know your punishment, don't you?"
His father smiled with terrifying calm.
Arthur was forced to hold a small knife—
and began…
slowly peeling the skin off his foot.
"This is your punishment."
Pain.
Suffering.
Hatred.
A dull, rusted knife.
And tears pouring like a waterfall.
Within moments—
Arthur regained his senses.
He opened his eyes with anger.
He looked at his body.
It was unharmed.
He smiled.
Coldly.
He pinned his father to the ground—
and began stabbing him mercilessly.
With every stab…
his madness grew.
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire is shocked by your past}
{The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Band applauds your just judgment}
{The constellation Secretive Plotter watches you with interest}
Arthur returned to awareness…
and exited the film.
He looked around.
He was alone.
"That bastard… wherever I go, he keeps chasing me."
He sighed,
then moved toward the second-to-last floor.
But what Arthur didn't know…
everything he saw—
everything he went through—
all his memories of his father…
were not real.
Arthur looked around now.
There was only one poster left intact.
But when he stood before it…
he wasn't pulled in.
"Did Dokja and the others already go in?"
He waited.
No one came out.
Arthur clenched his fist—
then ascended to the final floor.
There…
stood Yoo Joonghyuk.
Like a frozen statue.
Arthur tried to speak to him—
but it was useless.
At that moment,
an old man appeared.
He tipped his hat in greeting—
then Arthur felt immense pain—
and was sent flying.
It was Yoo Joonghyuk who struck him.
Arthur smiled as he noticed Yoo Joonghyuk's white eyes.
"So that's how it is."
He raised his sword and charged toward the theater master—
but Yoo Joonghyuk blocked his path and raised his own blade.
"We fought before, didn't we?
You're stronger…
but I'm the one who won.
So why don't you step aside?"
No response.
"You stupid bastard…
how did you end up becoming that old man's dog?"
Their swords clashed.
His swordsmanship… unbelievable.
I'm just a beginner compared to him.
Arthur smiled.
Then he drew his dagger.
But I'm not a swordsman…
I'm an assassin.
He rushed forward.
Swung his sword.
In a moment of distraction—
the dagger flew.
It pierced Yoo Joonghyuk's thigh—
but he didn't feel it.
They closed in rapidly.
Three steps.
If I dodge the dagger, his sword will hit me.
If I dodge the sword… the dagger will hit me.
A deadlock.
Arthur smiled madly.
He took the dagger into his shoulder—
and surged forward.
Yoo Joonghyuk's sword pierced through Arthur's palm—
but Arthur grabbed the hilt with his bleeding hand,
gripped it tightly,
and forced it downward violently.
Then he swung his own sword with all his madness toward Yoo Joonghyuk's neck—
aiming to kill him.
Madness had completely taken over Arthur.
But—
his blade struck something sharp and solid.
Arthur's eyes widened.
Lee Jihye and Jung Heewon had rushed in at the last moment—
blocking his strike together.
At the same time,
Kim Dokja charged from behind—
and struck Arthur's neck to knock him unconscious—
but it was like hitting solid rock.
Kim Dokja froze.
He looked at Arthur's neck—
it was black,
coated in Armament Haki.
Unharmed.
Arthur slowly raised his head—
then lifted his right hand.
At that moment,
everyone thought Arthur had fallen under the theater master's control—
and that they had to stop him before he killed Yoo Joonghyuk.
But the truth was completely different.
Arthur wasn't controlled.
He had gone mad.
Pure madness born from the intense battle between him and Yoo Joonghyuk.
Arthur suddenly sheathed his sword—
then swung his right hand violently—
and struck Yoo Joonghyuk across the face with a savage blow.
"Alright…
he's yours now."
He said it in a chillingly calm tone.
He pulled his left hand free from Yoo Joonghyuk's sword,
then raised his head—
and looked at the theater master.
The old man was smiling—
a smile of pure delight.
Arthur pressed the ground beneath his foot—
and launched forward at terrifying speed.
He swung his sword, aiming to cut the old man's neck—
but Yoo Joonghyuk rose again—
and blocked the strike once more.
Arthur nearly punched him with everything he had—
nearly shattered his teeth—
but Kim Dokja stepped between them.
Arthur sighed softly—
and took a step back.
He let Kim Dokja shout at Yoo Joonghyuk—
about his past,
about events,
about the truth.
How…
how does Kim Dokja know all of this?
That was the only thought in Arthur's mind—
but he dismissed it quickly.
This wasn't the time.
He charged again toward the theater master.
The old man raised his hand—
and activated his skill to seize Arthur's mind—
but at that very moment…
the skill collided with something terrifying.
A dreadful entity—
a power that could shake galaxies—
awakened within Arthur's body.
The dormant power of Cthulhu.
Most of that power had already been consumed before—
but it had never been refined or fully integrated.
Now…
that aura stood—
like a terrifying shield—
around Arthur's mind.
The theater master's body trembled violently.
Arthur raised his sword—
and using the power of Cthulhu, the destroyer of worlds—
struck once.
A crude,
unrefined,
but deadly strike.
The theater master fell—
dead.
Damn it…
I didn't want to use that power like this.
Arthur had used Cthulhu's power as a consumable force—
channeling it into his sword—
and releasing it in a single attack.
He hadn't fused it with his body,
hadn't refined it,
hadn't made it his own.
And that wasn't what he wanted.
Arthur sighed quietly.
When he turned back—
everything was already over.
Yoo Joonghyuk had collapsed unconscious.
Everyone stood there, their frenzy fading,
gazing at the city around them.
Seoul…
was in ruins.
Lee Gilyoung raised his hand toward the sky in awe:
"They're…
meteor showers."
Everyone lifted their heads.
The sight was unbelievably beautiful.
Meteors falling gently across the sky.
Everyone began making wishes.
"Hyung Dokja,
aren't you going to make a wish?"
Kim Dokja smiled.
"I already have."
Arthur looked up at the clear sky—
and exhaled softly…
with rare gentleness.
{The Main Scenario 3 – Emergency Defense has ended}
{All survivors have been compensated with 1000 coins}
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