Episode 2-The Psychotic King (1)

If you want some sinister music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BObJxLMDGh4

The [King Scenario] was underway. I was able to survive the two previous scenarios, such as the green rooms and the five day survival. Right now, the Incarnation group I was in was hunting for ground rats. It was frustrating, though. Mathew McFarland was taking the lead, and killing more ground rats than me. It would be okay, but I knew his true nature.

"Sir, you're incredible!!!"

"My god, that was cool!!"

Everyone complimented him. That would be okay, if he didn't have the [Insidious] skill.

[You have activated "Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint" Lv.3!]

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[Character Information]

Name: Mathew McFarland

Age: 45

Constellation: Greek God of Two Faces

Private Attribute: [Snake in Hiding] (Common), (Psychopath) (Rare)

Skills: [Choking Lv.2], [Arrogance Lv.6], [Superiority Lv.7], [Insidious Lv.3]

Character Summary: A growth package has been supplied to this Incarnation. He is growing more powerful by the day. Be wary of him.

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The following information wasn't good. If I was correct, then the Constellation "Greek God of Two Faces" was Janus, the god of decisions in the Greek Pantheon. They must've used a lot of coins to buy the [Insidious] skill. It was an A-grade skill that allowed the person to avoid the [Lie Detection] skill and appear charismatic.

(His skills as well....) I thought. (They have risen...)

This goddamn bastard was using everyone's praise to level up his skills, such as [Arrogance]. When it came to mental type skills such as [Superiority] and [Arrogance], the Incarnation needed specific requirements to raise the stats.

"My god, Mr. McFarland, you're so cool!!!"

Such as worthless praise... Some stupid girl in a halter top was complimenting him. I used my skill to see if I could detect their information.

[Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Lv.3 has activated!]

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[Character Information]

Name: Cinnamon [???]

Age: 17

Constellation: None

Private Attribute: [Daddy Issues] (Common)

Personal Skills: [Seduction Lv.3]

Character Summary: A young girl who will use anyone to clear the scenario. They intend to wear revealing clothing to manipulate men.

(There's no use complimenting him, and trying to flatter him,) I thought.

Within the setting of the book that I read, the [Psychopath] attribute is rare and it is only given to people who are born that way. Being a psychopath means that emotions and love don't affect the person. That's one benefit, but when I looked at Mathew McFarland-

(Stupid bitch...) he thought. (You think that I need you? You're useless. But... that "Ethan" seems to be quite good...)

Mathew McFarland was a sexist bastard. My heart trembled when he thought about my name. By using the [Insidious] skill, he could avoid all of their suspicion. If anyone had a [Lie Detection] skill, then he would be able to avoid all of their questions, and he wouldn't be tripped up by the skill. He was also handsome, like the goddamn silver fox he was. If I were to try to kill him, then people would hate me. That's why I needed to be successful in my attack. Right now, I couldn't access my Attribute Window because of the [Fragment of the 4th Wall]. That meant that I couldn't see my attributes, or my skills. I could only see my personal information when I actually used them.

(Damnit...) I thought. (Why did Janus have to buy that skill for him so early?)

It meant this: I would have to be extra wary of Mathew McFarland. I needed Marcus Santiago, a fellow character of TWSA. They should be approached by Constellation "All-Devouring Wolf of Apocalypse" and all the Dokkaebi at the bureau should be in shock. Probability should be questioned, so that would allow me to stress Probability as well.

[Constellation "The Black One, Lord of Muspelheim" is looking at you.]

Because of one conclusion: Constellation "The Black One, Lord of Muspelheim." It's crazy how they appeared in the early scenario. As long as I worked with Dokkaebi Herald and Surt, then I should avoid any incoming Probability storms. I held my bone sword in my hand, and my wooden stick in my right hand. I stared off towards the smog-filled sky.

"I must say, Ethan, you did quite well," Mathew McFarland said. He promptly placed his hand onto my shoulder, as if I was a long-lost friend. My body shook when he suddenly grabbed me, so I looked at him in fear. It wasn't hard to do. His touch was repulsive to me.

"Ah, sir, I think you scared Ethan..."

"Kids these days need to have stronger hearts..."

"Stupid kids, man. Always in their heads."

(Yes,) Mathew McFarland thought, (always in their heads. This boy "Ethan" shall be useful.)

They couldn't see my face under my cloth mask, but I bet I grimaced. That's why I needed to kill Mathew McFarland. They pretended to be a good person, but were a viper that would use anyone to survive, even young kids such as me. I decided to smile and respond. The only way to appease an adult was to do this: do what they want you to do.

"I'm so-sorry, sir..." I stuttered out, "it's my mother you see... I still haven't found her..."

It wasn't a lie, technically, but Mathew McFarland didn't know that.

(That's perfect. If the child is without his mother, than that means I can turn him into an effective soldier,) they thought. I looked away from this shameful man.

"I'm sorry, Ethan," Mathew McFarland said. "You must have it very hard."

"Thank you, sir," I said. "I'm glad you understand."

[Constellation "Secretive Plotter" has entered the chat.]

[Constellation "Secretive Plotter" has stated that they want exposition within a three paragraph statement that is equivalent to three minutes of talking.]

[Constellation "Demonic Judge of Fire" has entered the chat after saying, "I found these two hot guys in Korea...."]

[A member of Nebula "Black Cloud" has typed: "..."]

[Secretive Plotter has greeted Incarnation "Ethan Nakamura."]

I waved at Secretive Plotter's message.

"Ethan," Mathew McFarland said. "I've noticed something. You seem to like interacting with the Constellations."

(Damn, he noticed,) I thought to myself.

[Constellation "Secretive Plotter" is staring intently at Incarnation "Mathew McFarland."]

[A new Constellation has entered the chat!]

[Constellation "Abyssal Black Flame Dragon" is wondering what he missed and has stated they aren't watching the vods.]

I continued to look at the sky, but turned my attention back to Mathew McFarland. I said this: "You're right, sir. I need to keep my head on my shoulders."

"That's right, Ethan." He clapped me on the back, as if I was his son.

(Maybe you are smart,) Mathew McFarland thought. (But I doubt it.)

Right back at you, you son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you when I get a chance. It's the only way to protect Marcus Santiago in the TWSA novel. Mathew McFarland... in the original novel, he used Marcus Santiago as a weapon to clear the scenarios. After Mathew was done with Marcus, he discarded the boy in a scenario that Marcus couldn't escape from.

The only reason Mathew McFarland died was this: the prophet Anna Croft killed him... But I would do it before that happened. I walked away from everyone and decided to have some time alone. To make this believable, I unzipped my pants and began to pee. If anyone came near, they would assume that I was urinating. It wasn't a lie, but I also used this opportunity for something else; to keep in contact with Dokkaebi Herald. I used the Dokkaebi network that we established and messaged him.

-[Hey, Herald, you up?]

-[Must you speak to me so casually?]

-[Yeah. We signed a contract, remember?]

-[I know, I know. Do you need anything?]

-[I need you to buy several loud speakers from the Dokkaibi shop. If not, use the auction system. I need several for my plan.]

-[How do you know these things...?]

-[Just do it. Once you have the items, keep it in storage and give it to me when I want you to. I plan on making an interesting scenario...]

-[Sheesh, you are more of a Dokkaibi than me... Anyways, I have to leave now... There are some cool Incarnations that I have to see. One of them is called Alicia Carter and the other is called Aliana Strand. You may run into them.]

(I doubt that...) I thought.

-[Dokkaibi Herald has left the chat.]

I zipped up my pants but-

"Ethan!?! GOD, put it away!! No one wants to see you're little thing!!"

It seems that Cinnamon came looking for me. It was no matter. If my plan went well, I would be able to kill her as well. But... if she came searching for me, than Mathew McFarland sent her.

[Abyssal Black Flame Dragon is shaking his head.]

[Constellation "Demonic Judge of Fire" is wondering what she just heard.]

[Constellation "Egyptian Thought" has used voice function and has said: "ahfd:shfl78***df)))"]

[Constellation "Egyptian Thought" has used voice function and has said: "Sorry."]

[Constellations are looking at Incarnation "Ethan Nakamura."]

I looked at Cinnamon intensely. We were currently in Washington State, nearing Seattle. We came from lower Tacoma, a grimy city . Mathew McFarland was currently a lower ranked king, who was seeking other flags to add to his own. I needed to gain my own flag as well. I needed to complete the King's Road and gain the attribute that the scenario gave to only a select few.

(How would I respond to this situation?)

Oh, I knew.

"Fuck off, Cinnamon. I'll kill you if you do this again."

She was shocked by my aggressive response. She turned her back to me and ran back to the main group. I couldn't blame her. Everyone spoke of strength in numbers, but they were pointless. In the end, this entire group would die. After I was done disinfecting my hands with some wet wipes, I looked towards the sky.

[Constellation of "The Black One, Lord of Muspelheim" is looking at you.]

I looked towards the ground.

(I'll make sure to save them. Yu Junghyeok, Kim Namwoon, Lee Hyungsung, Lee Seolhwa and Jung Huiwon. I'll save all of them.) I thought. (Then I'll make it to the end of this story.)

"I swear it."

I walked back to the main group. When the time comes, I'll be able to take the flag from that bastard, "Mathew McFarland."

Then, I would make it to the end of the scenarios.