Chapter 86
The Minor Catastrophe (1)
In this crumbling world, collapsed to its very roots…
is there truly a way to survive?
Arthur no longer believed so.
He sighed quietly,
that bitter taste still lingering in his mouth—
a taste unlike blood… but like regret.
Since that moment,
his sword had become heavier than anything he had ever carried in his life.
And that weight was not physical,
but psychological…
as if every strike he delivered
dragged a piece of his soul along with it.
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"Listen, you little bastard, we have rules."
"Yes, you old bastard."
"Who are you calling an old bastard, you idiot?"
"Didn't you call me a little bastard?"
"And what's the problem? I'm your teacher."
"Yes, yes… just speak."
The older man sighed as he looked at the young boy in front of him.
He was a man with a well-built muscular body,
short hair,
a clear scar near his mouth,
and sharp yet calm eyes.
"Listen, Arthur…
there are people we never kill,
nor assassinate, no matter how much we're paid."
"The innocent, sir.
We don't kill the innocent…
and never children."
"And what about women?"
"There are fallen women in this world,
but assassination depends on whether the woman is good or bad."
"Yes…
if she's bad, we kill her without hesitation—
that's our job.
But if she's an innocent woman,
then we kill the one who placed the contract on her head."
"Of course, sir."
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Arthur slowly opened his eyes.
He stood before the next station,
his next target.
He took a deep breath.
"…It was a beautiful dream."
{The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire wonders about your dream}
Arthur smiled calmly,
then raised his head toward the dark sky.
"I dreamed of my father…
the one who taught me and raised me.
My father, who never asked anything of me,
but I was the one who asked everything from him."
A rare, warm smile formed on his face,
a smile devoid of madness…
pure, sincere.
{The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire is pleased}
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Arthur smiled again,
then gripped his sword and moved forward.
The flag was fixed behind his back,
fluttering quietly with every step.
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He slipped into the next station in silence,
only to find five people surrounded by another group.
They were on the verge of death.
Their enemies were many,
and the battle was in its final moments.
The flag bearer was barely standing.
Arthur sighed quietly,
then raised his sword…
and advanced.
Everyone turned toward the sound of his footsteps.
"Who are you?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he spoke in a calm, cold voice:
"You have two choices, no third.
Either surrender and hand over your flags,
or fight… and die."
They burst into laughter.
They thought he was insane.
Their leader stepped forward,
holding an indigo flag,
a mocking smile on his face.
"You're carrying a red flag…
but where's your group?
Don't tell me you're alone."
He laughed loudly.
Arthur sighed.
In an instant,
he drew his dagger…
and threw it.
The leader's body trembled,
blood surged from his mouth,
and he fell to the ground… dead.
Silence spread.
No one understood what had happened.
Arthur raised his sword
and charged.
And the dance of death began.
His black blade moved like a shard of winter,
and with every swing,
a body fell.
He did not take their lives slowly…
he was simply so fast
that death came before realization.
After two minutes…
everyone had fallen.
Arthur lifted the flag,
merged it with his red one,
and it turned into a dark indigo,
close to brown.
He looked at the other five—
they were dead from blood loss.
He took their leader's flag,
merged it with his own,
but the color did not change.
He planted the flagpole,
and occupied the station.
The third.
After that,
he headed toward the indigo leader's station.
After a journey of a day and a half,
he occupied it.
The fourth.
He didn't need groups,
nor guards.
As long as the flag was on his back,
no one could take his stations.
He smiled.
This system…
was in his favor.
Six stations remained.
He looked at the station map on the wall,
and muttered:
"The next station… Injok."
He sighed in boredom.
"This is becoming dull.
Quick killing…
strengthening the flag…
no plans…
no real battles."
He smiled faintly in sarcasm.
"Even the constellations are starting to feel sleepy."
Then he moved.
And if he had known
that this very boredom…
would lead him to an unimaginable catastrophe,
perhaps…
he would have worn a different expression
beneath the Joker Mask.
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