Chapter 90
The King's Attribute (2)
After a full day of continuous advance, Arthur succeeded in occupying the ninth station.
Only one station remained before him now.
He moved forward with unbelievable speed and force,
his momentum like raging winds tearing through the air,
like a piercing arrow that knew neither hesitation nor retreat.
His initial target had been Injoo Station, then the one after it,
but Injoo had already fallen into Kim Dokja's hands,
which disrupted his plans slightly and forced him to adjust his course.
Now…
the nearest station was only a short distance away.
But the problem was not the distance—
it was the group controlling that station.
"You need to be careful, Arthur…
The one ruling the next station is someone strange and extremely powerful.
The issue isn't just his strength, but the number of followers he has.
I don't know if he's truly a respected leader or if he controls them by force,
but he has many loyal subordinates.
I couldn't determine his identity. All I heard about him at Injoo Station
is that he's insane and dangerous…
He fights like a demonic angel.
His followers describe him as a savior who descended from the heavens
to rescue humanity from the rule of the dokkaebi,
from the scenarios and the constellations.
Be careful."
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Arthur arrived at the station in question.
He suddenly stopped—
the sound of clashing weapons and cries of battle mixed with screams pierced his ears.
"Oh… it seems I arrived at just the right time."
He smiled calmly, then began to sneak inside cautiously.
But…
The moment his eyes fell upon the scene before him, he froze.
A large number of people were under attack—
not by an organized army…
but by only five individuals.
Despite the numerical advantage of the weaker side,
most of them were women and children—weak and injured—
while the five on the opposite side looked like true monsters—
powerful, savage, utterly merciless.
Arthur hesitated for a moment.
Should he intervene immediately?
Or wait to see which side deserved to survive?
Should he help the weak majority?
Or ally with the five strong ones?
He let out a quiet sigh…
then moved.
He did not want to witness another tragedy like the one he had seen before.
But suddenly…
His gaze caught something that made his blood boil.
One of the five approached a woman clutching her child, shielding her with her own body.
She had fallen to the ground,
her body covered in wounds, blood pouring heavily,
her injuries fatal…
yet the fire of resistance had not faded from her eyes.
There was only one reason for that:
Her small child in her arms.
In that moment…
the man smiled indifferently,
raised his spear…
and drove it through both the mother and the child.
Without hesitation.
Without mercy.
In that instant…
Arthur could no longer remain a spectator.
He raised his sword—
and surged forward like a storm toward the five.
He rushed the first—
before the man could even comprehend what was happening,
Arthur's arm pierced through his abdomen with overwhelming force,
then the blade continued its path,
embedding directly into the head of the second man.
Both fell without a sound.
The remaining three reacted instantly,
retreating and regrouping without exchanging a word,
as if a silent agreement had formed between them.
Then…
they attacked together.
Arthur spoke in a cold, dark voice:
"Scum like you… do not deserve to survive these scenarios."
With his words,
a dark aura began to swirl quietly around his body.
Then—
darkness exploded.
From it emerged a furious skeletal beast,
its eyes blazing with blood-red flames.
It was the small dragon: Agniel.
Despite the man facing it being far stronger,
Agniel was only level one—
a clear disadvantage.
But…
its mere appearance
was enough to instill terror in everyone present.
The men lowered their guard unconsciously.
At that moment…
Arthur gave his command.
Agniel lunged,
biting down on one of their heads with crushing force,
ending his life instantly.
Arthur smiled faintly…
and moved toward the rest.
With clean, swift, precise strikes,
he ended their lives within seconds.
He stopped…
then placed his hand on one of the corpses.
"Rise."
The body trembled,
then a solid skeletal figure stood before him.
|Name: Skeleton
Type: Human
Level: 1
Strength: 5
Speed: 5|
'Good… this is fine.'
Arthur turned toward the group.
They were injured, wounded, exhausted…
yet they had not forgotten the bloody scene they had just witnessed.
A one-sided battle.
Overwhelming power.
And a man standing at the center without a trace of hesitation.
Fear and unease appeared on their faces.
Arthur sighed quietly as he looked at them.
Suddenly, a man stepped forward and said with a trembling voice:
"A-Are you… the Holy Savior Arthur?"
Arthur froze for a moment.
"The Holy Savior… Arthur? Don't tell me… are they from Chungmuro Station?"
He smiled calmly,
then lifted his dark black mask,
revealing his serene, almost angelic face.
He smiled at them gently.
"Are you all alright?"
At those words,
the crowd erupted with joy,
surrounding him, greeting him, touching him…
as if they were before a true saint.
After things settled…
Arthur said:
"So… you've been traveling around saving the weak in my name?"
They all nodded eagerly.
Arthur sighed, smiling bitterly.
'I never expected… not even once in my life…
that I would become the leader of a religious fanatic group.
They're not just saving people…
they're spreading my name everywhere,
as if I were a saint.'
These people had not only been saving the weak in his name,
they had built a large group,
with one of them acting as their leader.
He carried a red flag.
The leader smiled,
stepped forward respectfully,
and presented the flag to Arthur.
Arthur tried to refuse…
but their insistence was absolute,
their resolve unbreakable.
Arthur smiled calmly, then extended his hand and merged the red flag with his own.
The fabric and symbol intertwined, as if responding to his will,
until his flag finally turned a dark brown color—a shade carrying the weight of authority and blood.
He raised the flagpole steadily,
and as he planted it into the ground of the station,
the air around him trembled.
At that moment—
{Hidden Scenario Completed: Path of the King}
{You have occupied 10 stations}
{Based on the path you have taken, you will obtain a new King Attribute}
Sequential windows appeared before Arthur's eyes,
bearing the names of possible attributes, each radiating a different path:
{1 – King of Arrogance and Hypocrisy}
{2 – King of Lies and Deception}
{3 – King of Incitement and Slaughter}
{4 – King of Demonic Slaughter}
Arthur observed the options in silence.
Each attribute carried a philosophy, a path, and an end…
just like Kim Dokja's attribute: King of No Killing.
Arthur smiled faintly, without hesitation,
then chose:
{King of Demonic Slaughter}
The window trembled, its color shifting into dark shades.
{Title Acquired: King of Demonic Slaughter}
{A title retained until the end of the scenario}
{Path of the merciless killer}
{Path of the Slaughtering Buddha}
{Title Ability:
You can return after death
But to activate the title, you must first kill 100 people}
{Current Activations: 0}
{The title will disappear if you kill: ∆∆∆∆}
Arthur read the description carefully,
then a faint smile appeared on his lips.
His title was completely different from Kim Dokja's.
Kim Dokja…
had to save 100 people to return from death.
As for him—
he only had to kill 100.
And with every new hundred,
the number of his revivals would increase.
'But… what is this in the end?'
Arthur thought, narrowing his eyes slightly.
'Every title has a condition for activation, and one for disappearance…
but why doesn't mine show the disappearance condition?
It only says I will lose the title if I kill someone…
but it doesn't say who… or what.'
He sighed inwardly with sarcasm.
'Damn this Star Stream system…
everything is encrypted,
as if mystery itself is part of the entertainment.'
At that moment, the former group leader stepped forward,
looking at Arthur with respect mixed with awe.
He smiled and said:
"Congratulations, sir…
You've obtained a King Attribute, haven't you?"
Arthur replied calmly and sincerely:
"Yes… thanks to you, I was able to obtain it."
The moment they heard his words,
their faces filled with joy and gratitude.
It was clear that Arthur's acknowledgment alone
meant more to them than any reward.
'Now… it's time to teach them a few things.'
Arthur let out a quiet sigh.
The hidden scenario was over,
and the King Attribute was now in his hands.
But instead of feeling complete,
he set a new goal before his eyes:
To strengthen these people.
They were not merely survivors.
They were his loyal followers.
Even so, Arthur knew the truth well.
They would not go with him.
They saw themselves as weak,
and feared becoming a burden to him.
And he, in turn—
did not want a large group surrounding him,
restricting him instead of supporting him.
So he made his decision.
He would leave them…
but not as they were.
He would teach them the basics of combat,
enough to protect themselves,
and carve their own path in this cruel world.
Anything…
that might give them a real chance to survive.
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