Chapter 186
Empty Words
Beginning of Volume Four
Through the vast, beautiful path of the cosmos that stretched without end,
Arthur shot forward at an unbelievable speed, traveling from one world to another on a new journey whose destination he did not know.
Would it be another torment?
Or temporary peace?
Or a new illusion wearing the mask of tranquility?
He had asked Cain explicitly:
To send him to a world without fighting, without wars, without torture.
He only wanted... to live.
Even if only for a few days.
He no longer wanted to enter conflicts.
He no longer wanted blood, screams, or madness.
Because he...
Was still broken.
Broken deeply.
...
Screams.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Hatred.
Blood scattered everywhere.
The smell of fire consuming flesh was suffocating, heavy, as though it pierced straight through the chest.
Interwoven screams, human and non-human alike, filled the area mercilessly.
At that moment...
Arthur opened his eyes.
He looked around with unsettling calm.
He was standing in the middle of a beautiful, vast academy, carefully designed...
But a full-scale war was raging within it.
Humans.
Djinn.
Dwarves.
All of them were fighting desperately, trying to repel a group of human men
who attacked without discrimination,
attempting to destroy everything.
"Ah... ah...
Test... test...
This is truly wonderful."
A laughing voice, mocking and filled with sick enjoyment, came from behind Arthur.
He did not turn immediately.
Instead, he looked around with half-closed eyes, calm to the point of coldness.
Corpses.
Many corpses.
Students...
Young faces that had not even reached eighteen years of age.
Silence settled within him while he remained strangely calm.
A calmness that did not suit Arthur's fierce nature.
A calmness that did not suit the shattered Arthur from before.
"To all students and faculty members of Zeros Academy...
Please gather at the Clock Tower immediately.
And don't worry... my little pets will stop biting."
A man dressed in bright red clothing stepped forward.
A blood-stained red joker mask covered his face.
He carried a cloth sack,
from which blood slowly dripped.
"It is now time for the grand finale."
He said it in a festive tone.
"It will be a magnificent celebration...
One that cannot be missed."
Arthur raised his gaze upward.
A red magical barrier surrounded the entire area.
Beyond it, dozens of people were trying to enter, screaming and striking the barrier...
To no avail.
As for him, he was inside a green barrier
along with several other students.
Some screamed in pain.
Some trembled in fear.
And some cried.
Meanwhile, Arthur sat cross-legged...
Muttering incomprehensible words, his head lowered. His black hair completely covered his face.
His hands rested in his lap while his entire body leaned toward the ground as though he wanted to embrace the earth from sheer exhaustion, yet he did not.
"Kid... are you alright?"
A young man riding a lion approached him and looked at him with concern.
Arthur did not raise his head.
He did not answer.
"Hahahahahaha!
Excellent... now I have a gift for you."
The arrogant voice spoke from beyond the green barrier.
He reached into the cloth sack...
Pulled out something round...
Then threw it toward the students.
It was the head of a girl.
Pointed ears...
Blood still dripping from it.
"Doradria!!!"
A muscular young man screamed and began punching the barrier in pain and despair.
"Come fight me, you coward!"
"Me?
A coward?"
The masked man laughed and partially removed his mask.
"I am the great Darniv, little one."
"Fight me, you bastard!"
The young man charged.
He struck the green barrier.
But his hand did not collide with it...
Instead, it passed through.
In an instant, Darniv grabbed the young man's arm
and threw him aside effortlessly.
The young man regained his balance,
and a powerful aura exploded around his body.
"I'll break your neck!"
He leaped.
Raised his leg.
And kicked with all his might.
The air filled with dust.
The students smiled, their hearts clinging to hope,
for they knew their companion's strength.
But after a few moments...
The dust cleared.
The young man was lying on the ground.
His leg was broken.
And Darniv's foot rested atop his head.
"Is that all you've got?"
Darniv smiled arrogantly...
Then pressed down.
The young man's head shattered...
Into a bloody paste.
"And now...
We shall begin the main event."
Darniv snapped his fingers.
His men stepped forward,
dragging all the other races:
Elves, dwarves, and the rest.
A scar-covered young man stepped forward,
pulling an elven girl by her hair,
a malicious grin spread across his face.
"Allow me to introduce myself in a better way, ahemmmm.
I am the great Darniv.
And I have come here...
To be your savior."
He spread his arms,
like a king embracing the world.
Flames ignited around him.
Then...
He calmly sat upon them,
as though they were a throne created solely for him.
He began speaking with artificial kindness.
After that, the barriers collapsed.
The students and professors entered the battle.
But...
No one won.
Darniv was strong.
And so were his men.
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah hahahahahaaahaahaa aaahhhhhhh!"
A calm, sick voice laughing in pain
came from behind everyone.
The fighting stopped.
All eyes turned.
No one recognized him.
A student?
One of Darniv's followers?
A stranger?
No one knew.
"I am Darniv the eunuch! Follow me!
I am the great Lucas!
Me! Me! Me!"
Arthur mimicked the voices with blatant mockery.
Then he calmly snapped his fingers.
Flames erupted behind him.
From them, a magnificent and beautiful throne formed.
Arthur sat upon it...
With deadly calmness.
| Arthur, don't do this... You don't know the consequences of using your grea— |
"Cain...
Be silent, by the Creator of Creation."
Arthur shouted with insane fury, his voice echoing across the plaza like a war bell that had just been rung.
And silence fell.
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