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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?

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Kingslayer’s Bluff

The empty stone altar Heon was standing on suddenly shifted open, showing him that there was a stair leading down.

"I think I found the way!" he told Azran.

Alas. Before he could do anything else, something was coming from inside.

Five people. Wearing a dark hooded cape and what looked like leather armor with insignia on their shoulders. In a matter of seconds, they drew their swords, pointing them directly to where he was. Only one of them was not drawing a sword. Instead, he got a curved blade in his hand.

"Now, now," the one who looked like the leader said, grinning crookedly, "Not only the lost crown, I also found the Kingslayer too!"

Heon stepped back, hands clenched into fists in front of him. He took a fighting stance he saw from the internet, but never did. "Who are you?"

"Whaaat?" the leader crooned, letting down his curved blade carelessly from its pointed state. "You don't know me?"