Chapter 133
The End and the Void (1)
Sometimes, a person does something they believe—truly believe—is right.
Yet the disasters that follow, for them and for those they love, become far too great to bear.
This world is unfair.
This world is cruel.
This world is wicked.
And yet…
Why are you still kind?
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Arthur awakened from his death.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around with a strange indifference. Hands were rummaging through his grave—thieves attempting to loot what remained of a body they believed to be nothing more than a lifeless corpse.
Arthur let out a quiet sigh, as if the scene held no meaning for him whatsoever.
He waved his hand toward the first man—
the air constricted, and the man's heart was torn out in an instant.
The second followed immediately, without even a scream.
But when he reached the third—
"P-Please! I beg you… don't kill me!"
Arthur stopped.
He looked at the boy kneeling before him. He couldn't have been more than seventeen, his eyes filled with terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.
In that moment…
Arthur remembered Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung.
He exhaled deeply.
Then lowered his hand.
He did not kill him.
Arthur looked around once more.
The city was in ruins…
but something far more terrifying than destruction held him in place.
No one.
No humans.
No monsters.
No screams, no movement.
Only a deadly silence—
the silence of graves… and nothingness.
"You, boy… tell me, what happened?"
"Yes, sir."
The boy quickly moved closer and sat on the ground near Arthur.
"A month ago, the previous scenario ended… the scenario 'The Strongest Incarnation in the Seoul Dome' ended with your death, sir."
"Wait…"
Arthur froze.
"Did you say… a month?"
"Yes, sir."
"…Damn it. A whole month?"
"Yes."
'Kain… what happened? Why did a month pass?'
|From what I understand, when you were at the Constellation Banquet, the space around you existed outside of time.
Meaning your stay there did not affect Earth's timeline.
But when the sky was shattered by the Outer Gods, the temporal law surrounding the banquet collapsed, and time accelerated.
After their interference, you remained there for about nine minutes…
but on Earth, an entire month passed.|
'The difference in the nature of time… to this extent… Fine, it doesn't matter.
But… what about the others?'
"Tell me… do you know Kim Dokja? Where is he now?"
"Yes… everyone knows the criminal Kim Dokja and his wanted companions."
"Criminal? Wanted?"
Arthur's voice changed.
"What happened? Tell me everything."
"Yes…"
The boy hesitated briefly.
"Three weeks ago, a new scenario appeared… you can see it too."
With his words, messages flooded before Arthur's eyes.
{Main Scenario #10: The Killing Mission
Category: Main
Difficulty: SS
Clear Conditions:
Kill the incarnation "Arthur Narin" and all of his companions in the most brutal way possible.
Time Limit: Two months
Reward: 100,000,000 coins per kill
Failure: None
Arthur Narin: Alive
Number of companions: 6}
'Damn it… what the hell is going on?
Why is the tenth scenario about killing me?
And why only six? Where are the others? What happened?!'
{The constellation "Miracle Narrator" laments your tragic state.}
"What is happening? Please… tell me."
{The constellation "Miracle Narrator" says:
Because of the power you displayed at the Constellation Banquet, many constellations have grown fearful of your growth.
You are now a newly born constellation, yet you possess the power of a myth-grade one.
Therefore… the original scenario was replaced with this one, in order to eliminate you.}
"…Damn."
Arthur laughed bitterly.
"I saved their lives… and this is how I'm repaid?"
He lifted his gaze to the dark sky.
But…
No response.
No whispers.
No voices.
"…Just why?"
Arthur exhaled heavily, then began walking forward.
'Wait… am I not a constellation now?'
With that thought—
{The nameless constellation searches the Star Stream.}
{The nameless constellation looks at the other constellations with resentment and frustration.
Just… why?}
Arthur closed his eyes and spoke through the Star Stream.
{The constellation "Writer of the Sky" looks at you without speaking.}
{The nameless constellation says to the Writer of the Sky:
Aren't you angels?
Why did you agree to such a cursed scenario?
Where is justice?}
No answer.
Arthur sighed, then closed his eyes again and began searching for his companions through the Star Stream.
He searched…
and searched…
Until he felt a presence nearby.
For the first time since awakening, he smiled.
And moved at an unbelievable speed.
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A short while later, he arrived at a ruined, abandoned building, filled with the scent of blood and dust.
He rushed inside…
Searching…
Until he found him.
Kim Dokja lay on the ground, his body riddled with injuries, his condition pitiful.
"Hey, Dokja… what happened to you? Why are you like this?"
Arthur approached and shook his shoulder gently.
Kim Dokja smiled weakly.
"Finally… you're back, you bastard."
"Dokja… where are the others?"
His voice trembled.
"Tell me… they're alright, right?"
The smile vanished.
Darkness fell over Kim Dokja's face.
"Dokja… tell me what happened."
"I'm sorry… Arthur."
With those words, tears streamed endlessly from Kim Dokja's eyes.
The sorrow,
the pain,
the suffering he had endured for so long…
All of it finally collapsed.
"It's fine… why are you apologizing?"
Arthur smiled and gently patted his shoulder.
"Arthur… they're dead…"
Time froze.
"Wh… who died?"
"Everyone…
Little Lee Gilyoung… Shin Yoosung… Yoo Sangah… and my mother. They're all dead, Arthur."
Kim Dokja's body trembled violently, a storm of rage, grief, and helplessness consuming him all at once.
He tried to hold himself together… tried to stand, to appear strong—
But the wounds, the accumulated pain, the emotions that collapsed in a single moment—
Were like a tsunami that shattered the walls of his soul without mercy.
Kim Dokja truly broke.
And lost consciousness.
His body fell to the ground, unmoving.
|Arthur…|
"..."
|Arthur, I'm talking to you.|
"..."
|Arthur… I'm sorry.|
"Don't apologize, Kain… this isn't your fault."
|Are you okay?|
"…Yes. I'm fine."
Arthur said it calmly—too calmly.
He exhaled slowly, then knelt and began treating Kim Dokja. His movements were precise, steady…
As if nothing had happened.
As if he hadn't heard the names.
As if he hadn't heard of their deaths.
As if his heart hadn't just been stabbed.
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After a full day of rest—
Kim Dokja suddenly jolted awake, gasping and looking around in panic.
"You're okay, Dokja."
A calm, low voice reached him.
Kim Dokja turned.
Arthur sat before a burning fire, staring silently into the flames, unmoving, expressionless.
Kim Dokja looked at his body…
He had partially recovered.
"How are you, Dokja?"
"I'm fine."
The two sat before the fire.
One hour passed…
then two…
then three.
Neither of them spoke.
Finally, Arthur slowly closed his eyes and spoke in a low, tense voice:
"What happened to the others?"
"Lee Gilyoung, Lee Jihye, Lee Hyunsung, and Yoo Joonghyuk… are still alive. As for Jung Pildu… I don't know where he is. Han Sooyoung disappeared when the scenario began… she hasn't been seen since."
"…Good. That's good."
"And what will you do now, Ar—"
Arthur cut him off immediately, without raising his voice:
"Tell me how Lee Gilyoung died… and how Shin Yoosung died. Tell me everything, Kim Dokja."
Kim Dokja froze.
He opened his mouth…
Then closed it.
He repeated this dozens of times, but no words came out.
Every time he remembered the scene—
His blood boiled.
His breath shattered.
The pain in his chest exploded into unbearable hatred.
"I'll tell him."
A voice came from behind them.
A calm… sorrowful voice.
"So you're here, Han Sooyoung."
Han Sooyoung sat before the fire, her face pale, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
Then she began.
How, with the start of the new scenario,
the world turned against Kim Dokja and his companions.
How Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung were the first victims.
How they fell…
And how they were beaten to death—
by adult incarnations.
A little boy…
a little girl…
innocent, kind.
Crushed without mercy.
Arthur raised his hand…
and slowly covered his face.
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Morning came quickly.
Arthur woke first.
He looked around—
The city was filled with movement.
People…
incarnations…
everyone searching for Kim Dokja and his companions.
And in that moment—
Ten dokkaebi appeared in the air, smiling brightly.
{Arthur Narin has appeared!}
{Whoever kills him will receive rewards exceeding the current offer!}
{The constellation "Prisoner of the Golden Band" laments your tragic state.}
{The constellation "Secretive Plotter" looks at you with interest and curiosity.}
{The constellation "Demon-like Judge of Fire" cries in pain.}
{The constellation—}
Messages poured endlessly.
Minutes later—
Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja awoke.
"Kim Dokja… I'm sorry."
Kim Dokja froze.
Something was different.
This was the first time Arthur had called him by his full name.
He had always said "Kim"… or "Dokja."
Kim Dokja had found that warm… amusing…
a sign of closeness.
But now…
Hearing his full name—
His heart tightened.
A strange feeling…
cold fear…
and suffocating pain.
"What are you apologizing for, Arthur?"
Arthur stepped closer…
and leaned in, whispering into his ear.
In that moment—
Kim Dokja's eyes widened to their limit.
His body froze.
And he collapsed to the ground—
unable to believe what he had just heard.
Arthur smiled faintly as he looked at his fallen companion.
He raised his hand…
and placed the Bracelet of Probability and Disaster Avoidance around his wrist.
Then he turned toward Han Sooyoung.
"I'm sorry, Han Sooyoung… sorry for everything."
"What—"
He didn't give her time to understand.
He stepped closer…
and gently kissed her forehead.
In that moment, Han Sooyoung's heart tightened painfully.
It felt as though something was being torn away from her.
She reached out her hand—
wanting to grab him…
to stop him.
She knew.
This time… he would truly die.
But Arthur moved lightly, with a small, calm smile.
He turned toward the smiling dokkaebi.
And spoke—
in the voice of a constellation.
{Dear constellations… the time has come.}
{Many constellations are interested in what you have to say.}
Arthur smiled.
Then he raised his hand toward the dokkaebi.
Power scattered from his palm, swirling around his fingers as the dokkaebi looked at him—
And within seconds—
The dokkaebi twisted in agony, screamed, its body shattered—
And it fell dead.
Motionless.
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