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Tales of the Kingslayer

The lights inside the train flickered, and Heon was suddenly alone, saved from a dead body missing an arm and a mysterious cloaked man. He was trapped in the train running circle. A loop without a stop. The mysterious cloaked man proposed a deal. He would stop the train for Heon, but only after retrieving a missing key in the other realm. Accepting it, Heon woke up with a newly-attached black hand formerly belonged to the dead body on the train. He was teleported to a world of magic and sword. One where the most powerful king was murdered, and the blood-thirsty queen hunted for the assassin. Unfortunately, he found drawings of his face plastered all over the city. Wanted: Dead or Alive. Heon Lightwalker - the Kingslayer. At least, he got Sunny; an alleged murderer slash healer mage, and Azran; a bounty hunter who now stuck by his side due to unwanted association with him. Hopefully, they could survive the kingdom-wide manhunt. But, how would he find the key to fulfill his deal, when the key was going to be used to release the Great End? Was exchanging a key to his own real world equal to ending this parallel one?

Aliast · Fantasy
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Smiling Corpse

"Oh, him." The cloaked figure observed. "Meeting each other again, are we?"

Heon couldn't tear his eyes away from the corpse.

Strange, only now that he noticed the corpse and the blood trail in the shape of footsteps on the train's floor did he pick up on the coppery smell.

There was no change.

The pair of feet were still clad in worn, dirty boots. Legs covered by faded blue jeans. His shirt was supposed to be white, but dirt and soot had stained the frayed fabrics.

Another detail he couldn't look past was the precious red liquid that had become useless. Dripping slowly from the clean-cut on the corpse's left arm.

As he looked up at the face, he was again greeted by the smile. A faint upturn of his lips, pulled by the muscle on his face.

Still, he appeared as peaceful as when Heon saw the corpse.

Smiling – as if he was dreaming of a peaceful life.

A happily ever after.

But it was not the truth.

Wasn't it?