Chapter 94
The Absolute Throne (4)
Kim Dokja raised his talisman, Echo of the Stars.
The artifact shimmered in his hand with a majestic glow, a celestial beauty that reflected the dread of what was to come. Kim Dokja smiled faintly, then lifted his gaze toward the darkened sky.
"I summon the stars of the Big Dipper…
I summon the first star: Dubhe.
I summon the second star: Merak.
I summon the third star: Phecda.
I summon the fourth star: Megrez.
I summon the fifth star: Alioth.
I summon the sixth star: Mizar."
{The six constellations are looking at you.}
In that moment, the sky lit up with six radiant stars, their light deep and beautiful—yet unbearably heavy.
{What were you thinking?}
{You summoned all of us.}
{Your mind will shatter.}
{Your body will collapse.}
{You will die.}
The voices thundered inside Kim Dokja's mind. His body trembled violently, and blood burst from his mouth, spilling down his chin and chest.
He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, gripping the talisman once more, his eyes unwavering despite the pain.
"I summon… the greatest star… the leader."
{What do you want from us?}
"O stars of the Big Dipper… lend me the power of your sword.
I want… to sever a constellation's connection."
A heavy silence fell.
{Do you understand what that means?}
"Yes."
He answered without hesitation.
"I am ready to sacrifice my life."
At that moment, Arthur's expression darkened.
"You damned idiot… are you really trying to die?"
Kim Dokja looked at him calmly.
"Arthur… this has to be done."
Arthur let out a restrained sigh, then moved suddenly.
He snatched the talisman from Kim Dokja's hand and struck him sharply at the neck. Kim Dokja collapsed unconscious before anyone could react.
{Incarnation… why are you trying to sever the connection? Without our power, you cannot accomplish what you want.}
Arthur had acted for a clear reason.
He had noticed the seven constellations.
If Kim Dokja truly received their power… he might actually die.
Arthur knew about Kim Dokja's attribute—King of No Killing—but he also understood its harsh condition.
Kim Dokja had to save one hundred people for it to activate.
If he died now, before his body could withstand the constellations' power…
he would never return.
This would be his end.
As for Arthur—
He stood on entirely different ground.
His body was stronger, tougher, and his soul did not waver.
And even if he died… he possessed his own King attribute.
He had already killed close to a hundred people—or more.
So…
he made his decision.
Arthur smiled faintly, then raised his gaze toward the dark sky.
"You know, ancient constellations… I've grown tired of your damned nonsense."
His voice rose, steady and firm.
"Give me your power… and be silent."
He held the Star Talisman and the Evil-Cleaving Sword at the same time.
{You are a truly interesting incarnation.
Let us see… whether you will die or not.}
In that instant, the sky trembled violently, as if it were about to shatter.
Seven stars flared in the shaking heavens, their light harsh and overwhelming, before all of them shot down toward Arthur's body.
The energy surged into him at once.
His body convulsed, and an indescribable pain tore through his being.
Blood began pouring from every opening in his body.
Arthur raised the Evil-Cleaving Sword—
it transformed into a blazing, fiery blade.
He smiled beneath the dark Joker mask.
"Is this all you've got?"
With his words, the pressure intensified, the pain multiplied.
{You have remarkable will.}
{We… the stars of the Big Dipper… will remember you.}
"No… don't. Because I won't die. I do not die. I will not perish!" Arthur roared, his voice filled with pain as blood continued to pour from him like an ancient flood.
"I will never die. I swore it. I made a promise to them.
I will never die, no matter the cost.
I will achieve what I desire. I will reach my goal.
If I fail… then what meaning does my life hold?
I am a son of the great Narin."
Arthur smiled in pure madness, his entire body trembling with overwhelming force, and raised his sword high toward the sky.
The scene… was truly celestial.
A human borrowing the power of stars to shatter the Dokkaebi's scenarios.
Something no one had ever done before.
All fighting ceased.
Every gaze turned toward Arthur as he held the blazing sword.
"This… is not enough."
Arthur shouted, as if the power of the stars meant nothing.
He gritted his teeth and poured everything he had—
his strength, his energy, his aura—
into the sword.
The blade ignited with dense, dark light.
Then the red flames…
turned into black flames.
"Now… we're talking. This reminds me of my bastard brother who used to play with fire as if he was born from it."
The Joker mask shattered completely, breaking into scattered fragments.
Arthur's blood-covered face was revealed.
No regret.
No fear.
No visible pain.
Only…
excitement.
And a full smile.
Arthur raised his sword high—
then brought it down with devastating force upon the Absolute Throne.
The first strike—
the throne trembled violently.
The second strike—
cracks spread across its surface.
The third—
the final blow.
The throne split in half, then shattered into scattered fragments.
The Absolute Throne fell, and dust filled the air until no one could see.
Silence fell.
Then…
a human silhouette moved through the dust.
He held a blazing sword.
Half his clothes were burned by black flames, and his silver hair drifted in the air around him.
A celestial sight…
beautiful beyond belief.
An angelic face,
and the power of a god.
In the eyes of the people…
Arthur had become a being worthy of worship.
Kim Dokja's group looked at him, and the first to notice was Kim Dokja himself, who had just opened his eyes.
The sword slipped from Arthur's hand.
Blood burst from his body.
His body trembled violently, then he collapsed to the ground, raising both hands as he began striking the ground in agony.
The Dokkaebi smiled arrogantly, with enjoyment.
{Of course… you didn't think your actions would come without consequences, did you?}
Arthur smiled through the hellish pain and began to laugh.
"Is this all you've got… you bastard? Training with my older brother was far more painful than this, you son of whores."
He raised his hand and struck the ground forcefully.
His body was burning from within, every organ writhing in unnatural agony.
He looked up at the furious Dokkaebi above him, then—
Arthur screamed with everything he had.
No one could tell…
was it a scream?
Or laughter?
It was a terrifying mixture of both.
Kim Dokja's group tried to approach, but—
A star lit up in the sky.
{The constellation Maritime War God is looking at you.}
Then another.
{The constellation Bald General of Justice is looking at you.}
{The constellation Hero of Hwangsanbeol is looking at you.}
{The constellation Noble Reclining on Soft Silk is looking at you.}
{The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire is looking at you.}
{The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is looking at you.}
{The constellation Mysterious Black Flame Dragon is looking at you.}
{The constellation Secretive Plotter is looking at you.}
{The constellation Miracle Narrator smiles at you gently. You did it, boy. You stole the hero's glory.}
The constellations began to ease the pain within his battered body.
{This… is the story you wish to write.}
{We will watch you, King of Demonic Killing.}
The Big Dipper constellations spoke gently within Arthur's mind, and the color of the sky changed.
Then—
{You have achieved an unparalleled accomplishment.}
Before everyone's eyes, in a dark golden hue, a single notification appeared.
{Your fable has been written.}
{The world bears witness to the birth of a fable.}
{Ruler of the Ruined World.}
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