Chapter 169
The Mad Demon Arthur Narin
"Cain... what is this nonsense?!"
Arthur shouted, his voice exploding with fury as it echoed through his mind while he stared at the red eye displayed within the Heavenly Store. It was an eye he knew well... knew to the point of pain.
|I don't know what you're talking about.|
"Don't lie to me!"
Arthur roared, his expression hardening.
"Why is the eye of one of my friends from my original world here?! This is Inver's damned eye... Inver, the Death Sovereign! He's my friend, so how in the name of the Creator can his eye be here?!"
A brief silence followed before Cain's voice came with deadly indifference:
|Inver, the Death Sovereign, is a transmigrator like you. He was transferred to another world after killing a thousand humans.|
Arthur's mind trembled.
"A thousand humans?!"
he gasped in disbelief.
"Why?! That gentle bastard... how could he do something like that?! He—"
|Arthur, do you remember how your world descended into complete chaos without laws?|
Arthur fell silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice.
"Yes... I remember.
Before I became an assassin in my original world, a war broke out between my country and its neighboring nations.
Before anyone could understand what was happening... one of those countries launched a nuclear missile at mine and destroyed everything."
|Do you know how that war began?|
Arthur frowned.
"No... and what does that have to do with Inver?"
|Arthur...
Inver was the one who caused that war.|
Time froze.
"...?"
|Yes.
After his sister was tortured and then killed, Inver took the torturer—|
But Cain's voice gradually began to fade, as though Arthur's mind could no longer process any more.
"Wait..."
Arthur whispered hoarsely.
"Inver's sister... was killed? And tortured?"
|Yes.|
Arthur slowly lowered his head.
Distant memories began surfacing...
A little girl's laughter.
An innocent voice.
The shadow of a past that had never healed.
And suddenly—
A massive dark aura exploded within the cave.
{Who did it?}
Arthur's voice thundered like a storm.
The entire cave shook violently, and the surrounding forest trembled as though it were about to collapse.
Darkness began gradually devouring his body, crawling across his limbs and enveloping his soul.
His eyes transformed into a blood-dark void...
A bottomless crimson madness.
Darkness twisted around him like a living creature that had broken free of its chains.
|It was one of Inver's schoolmates...
And the Prime Minister's son.|
Arthur's breathing became violent.
"Where is he now?!"
he screamed madly.
"Is he still alive?!
Can I return to my world?!"
At that moment, Arthur cared about nothing else.
He forgot the world he stood in.
He forgot his mission.
He forgot the Luo Family... and forgot Zhuo Fan.
Only one goal remained in his mind:
Return... and kill.
|He was tortured and killed by Inver.
Because of that, the war began.
Because of it, a thousand people died.
Because of it, Inver was transferred to another world... but—|
"But what?!"
Arthur growled.
|Nothing.
Everything is over.
It happened long ago.|
Silence filled the cave.
Arthur slowly raised his head and looked toward the dark ceiling.
His memories from Earth began flooding back...
Inver.
His little sister.
Astaroth.
Michael.
Rath.
Cain... and the others.
Friends.
Brothers.
They had all been willing to sacrifice everything for one another.
Arthur took a deep breath...
And a single tear fell from his right eye.
...
Now.
He slowly wiped his face, then smiled a calm smile that was nonetheless dangerous.
He moved his hand away from his red left eye.
"It seems the time to return home... has come."
In a single instant, he vanished from where he stood.
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Luo Family Residence
The Mistress of the Drizzling Flowers Pavilion stood alongside several leaders of the seven families loyal to Zhuo Fan.
Following the order of the Imperial Gate Leader, the royal families had split into two factions:
One half wanted to protect Zhuo Fan...
The other wanted him dead.
Before the Pavilion Mistress could reach the gates of the Luo Family Residence—
A terrifying aura pressed down upon the earth.
Destructive meteors descended from the sky.
The Patriarch of the You Ming Family, the substitute elder Lian Song, and several elders hostile toward Zhuo Fan appeared.
"Oh?"
The You Ming Family elder smiled slyly.
"It seems we arrived quite early."
At that moment, Zhuo Fan descended from the sky carrying the corpses of the assassins who had been sent to kill him.
"Do you think dogs like them can kill me?"
He stood before the residence gate, head held high, smiling with deadly confidence.
"You bastard! Today I will kill you!"
The Sixth Elder of the You Ming Family roared, burning with rage over the deaths of the Fifth and Seventh Elders.
Zhuo Fan did not move.
Suddenly—
A majestic heavenly spear descended and planted itself before the Sixth Elder.
It was the Heavenly Dragon-Slaying Spear... the weapon of the Great General, Marshal Tianyu, Dugu Zhantian.
The Sixth Elder stood frozen in anger, glaring at the protected Zhuo Fan.
And in the next moment—
A thunderous aura swept across the area.
Everyone trembled, friend and foe alike.
They were all... ants.
Everyone felt as though the world itself had exhaled into their faces.
The sky seemed to vanish, while the earth felt as though it were sinking downward.
A dark shadow moved swiftly,
like a comet fallen from paradise.
It descended toward the hell of the earth,
toward the devils below,
carrying heavenly punishment within its soul.
The spear suddenly moved—
But not by the General's hand.
It rose.
Rose.
Rose.
Then descended at terrifying speed, splitting the Sixth Elder's head cleanly in half.
"Who dares lay a hand upon the Luo Family... while I am here?!"
The voice thundered like a declaration of a holy war between Heaven and Hell,
while its owner stood there in absolute majesty and dignity.
Everyone turned.
It was Arthur.
Holding General Dugu's spear.
One black eye... and one twisted crimson eye.
Darkness danced around his body like a sacred demonic entity.
General Dugu spoke in shock:
"Who are you?"
Arthur smiled a mad smile and looked toward Zhuo Fan, completely unconcerned with the General's question.
"Zhuo...
May I kill everyone here?"
Arthur spoke in an extremely low and calm voice, a voice that was barely audible.
Yet the moment his words left his lips, roaring winds swept across the battlefield as though the heavens themselves had responded to his whisper.
The heavy aura of death pressed against everyone's throats, and they felt their breaths being forcibly dragged from their chests, as though an invisible hand had seized them without mercy.
Despite the small, calm smile on Arthur's face, everyone realized the terrifying truth...
This man was not joking.
If Zhuo Fan agreed to his request, Arthur would not hesitate for even a single moment to send every one of them to hell through savage, barbaric slaughter, without mercy or distinction.
Zhuo Fan broke the deadly silence, his voice carrying both anger and relief.
"You bastard... you've finally returned. Where were you for an entire year?"
Arthur smiled calmly, then lifted General Dugu's spear and rested it on his shoulder without the slightest concern, that small smile still fixed upon his lips.
"Here and there... you know."
He paused for a moment before adding in an even calmer tone:
"I became stronger."
Zhuo Fan smiled as he listened to the calm voice, but his eyes suddenly narrowed when he noticed the strange aura surrounding Arthur's body.
Beneath that small smile...
There was deep sorrow.
An unimaginable sorrow that Arthur concealed with terrifying perfection.
At that moment, General Dugu stepped forward and grabbed the spear, attempting to pull it forcefully from Arthur's hand.
Arthur slowly turned and looked at him with a cold gaze devoid of any emotion.
"Do you wish to die, old man?"
At those words, General Dugu's body trembled—not from fear, but from anger and shock at the absurd audacity this young man displayed.
"Arthur, you bastard! He's our ally!"
Zhuo Fan quickly intervened.
"Oh?"
Surprise appeared on Arthur's face before he spoke with genuine sincerity.
"Then... I apologize."
Arthur tossed the spear high into the air, then placed his hands before his chest and bowed his head with discipline and genuine respect toward General Dugu.
The spear spun once through the air before falling steadily back into its owner's hand.
General Dugu stared deeply at Arthur before speaking in a low voice filled with unmistakable awe:
"So...
You are Arthur Narin."
He paused for a moment before adding:
"The Mad Demon."
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