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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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Rumours in the Palace

Heon brushed away the short white bang stuck on his forehead with the back of his hand. Unlike Sunny who came prepared and brought a handkerchief – it was Azran's – with him, Heon didn't bring anything to wipe his stinky sweat with.

That being said, a clean and flowery handkerchief appeared in his peripheral.

"You can use this." Devi, the extremely flexible girl in the yoga class, offered. "Better yet, you can have it."

"Thanks," he said, giving a smile in return and deliberately not meeting her eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to act polite, but a red flag waved in his head, along with the alarm blaring between his ears.

"From your lack of response, I assume it is true, then," she concluded.

Her question rang again in his head. 'Is it true that you command your beast to eat the King's head in front of the Queen?'

Heon sighed, muttering to himself. He really shouldn't say anything to anyone. "I lost my memories," he blurted.