Chapter 132
Constellation Banquet (6)
'Kain… what are you doing?'
|Arthur, if you keep going like this, you will die. Consume it quickly.|
Before Arthur could object, Kain shoved the bottle straight into his mouth without permission. The bottle dissolved instantly, like gently warm water, flowing into his throat without resistance…
And in the very next moment, the true catastrophe began.
Arthur's insides ignited with an indescribable blaze—violent flames tore through his intestines as if they sought to rip him apart from within. His internal organs burned, and power leaked out of them violently, a force impossible to contain.
The immense dark energy fused with his bones first, then crawled into his skin, spreading into every particle of his being.
Even though Arthur's current body was nothing more than a soul, that soul contained everything: his organs, his bones, his sense of pain—everything that made him Arthur.
But in the end… it was still only a soul.
And as that distorted celestial power merged with his spirit, his entire form trembled violently, and the pain rose to an unbearable level.
{Arthur! What's happening to you?}
{Damn it… those bastards, the Outer Gods! I'll kill them for hurting my little Arthur!}
At that exact moment, Arthur opened his mouth and screamed.
A scream— loud… powerful… primordial…
The sky itself trembled from the force of his voice. Even the constellations covered their ears under the deafening roar. As for Persephone and Uriel, who stood closest to him, they nearly lost consciousness from the sheer intensity of the sound.
Transparent blood began to pour from Arthur's mouth and body, as if his very soul were bleeding.
{Damn you, Kain! What did you do to me, you bastard?!}
|You have now consumed 5% of the power of Cthulhu that you possess. In your current state, this power will not kill you… but it will harm you. However, your strength is now great enough to face the danger before you.|
{Damn it, you bastard! Why didn't you let Persephone send me away? Everything would've ended peacefully!}
{Damn it, Arthur! Lower your voice!}
Persephone shouted angrily as she looked at him.
Arthur glanced around and saw that all the constellations were still covering their ears. His voice had now reached the level of a constellation's voice… perhaps even far beyond it.
{Arthur… who are you talking to?}
Arthur exhaled slowly, trying to regain control.
{No one.}
|Persephone cannot send you. You are in a spiritual state now, not a physical body. And even if she could, you have already been detected by the Outer Gods. Not even Persephone can remove their gaze from you. But don't worry… you will return automatically when the title seal duration ends. Five minutes remain.|
{Damn…}
Arthur calmed slightly, then raised his gaze upward.
The pitch-black darkness was trying to force its way into the Constellation Banquet, spreading like a living entity that sought to devour everything.
With pure anger and without hesitation, Arthur stepped forward.
He stood tall, and an immense aura began erupting from his body.
{How is this possible?} {How does he possess the power of a myth-grade constellation?}
Persephone and Uriel stared at him in disbelief, their expressions a mix of shock and worry.
{I only have five minutes… this is my limit. If I continue using this cursed power beyond that, I will disappear… and fade away. This is a one-time power.}
Arthur spoke calmly, but his voice carried the weight of death.
Their expressions changed instantly—especially Uriel. The moment she realized Arthur might truly die, her body trembled with overwhelming fury.
She stood beside him firmly, drawing her sword engulfed in holy flames, ready to fight.
On the other side, Persephone stood as well, a dark and majestic aura surging from her body.
{And who exactly are the Outer Gods?}
{Beings who failed to complete the scenario… and were lost in the abyss of darkness and worlds.}
Arthur exhaled at Persephone's answer.
At that moment, he felt a terrifying pressure descend upon the place.
A single constellation stood at the center of the dark sky. His golden hair flowed beautifully, and the pride and excitement in his eyes were overwhelming.
The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven.
Arthur smiled as he looked at the Monkey King, ready to battle the Outer Gods. Some constellations fled, others remained… but he did not move.
Arthur pressed the ground beneath his feet and rose calmly into the air.
{I always expected you to be an interesting one, boy.}
{Thank you, Great Sage… but what do we do?}
The Monkey King smiled as he gripped his golden staff.
{We crush them, boy.}
With those words, the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, charged toward the fractured sky. With a single swing of his staff, half of the crack in the sky was sealed.
Arthur smiled, tightening his grip on his sword. Sweat gathered in his palms, and his heart pounded violently.
This… is the power of a true myth-grade constellation.
Energy began gathering within his body with terrifying calm. Arthur closed his eyes, focusing everything.
{Move aside, boy—now!}
The Great Sage shouted in warning. A massive surge of dark energy rushed toward Arthur.
But before it could hit him…
Someone stood in front of him.
They intercepted the attack at the last moment and struck it back toward the sky.
It was the First Sword of Goryeo.
{Ah… I'm truly enjoying myself.}
But in the next moment, he felt a killing aura forming behind him. He quickly retreated and looked back…
It was Arthur.
Gathering all his power… into his sword.
At that moment, Arthur opened his eyes with eerie calm, as though the world around him no longer mattered.
{Heaven-Splitting Strike}
There was no shout in his voice, no emotion… only terrifying stillness.
Arthur swung his sword lightly—so gentle it deceived the eye. A calm motion, like a passing breeze… yet in truth, it was capable of splitting existence itself.
The air itself tore apart along the blade, and the strike transformed into an invisible wave that surged toward the shattered sky above the banquet.
The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, moved out of its path at the perfect moment, his eyes gleaming with pure admiration.
The strike shot forward at an unbelievable speed, pierced through the darkness, and then—
sealed the second half of the sky.
A complete silence fell. A silence the banquet had never witnessed before.
{The constellation "Secretive Plotter" looks at you in astonishment and admiration.}
{The constellation "Miracle Narrator" looks at you with sorrow and says: Why did you do this now? You have done something you can never take back.}
{The constellation "Miracle Narrator" advises you to return to Earth and protect your companions.}
'Huh?'
Arthur looked at the messages before him as if they came from another world.
Then he felt a warm, gentle touch settle on his shoulder.
It was Uriel.
{You did it, Arthur… how can you possess such power?}
But she didn't finish her words.
Arthur felt his soul eroding— slowly fading, irresistibly.
His spiritual body began losing cohesion, as if time itself demanded its price.
And in a silent instant…
Arthur disappeared from the Constellation Banquet.
He vanished, as though he had never existed at all.
...
On a dark night, silence covered the Gwanghwamun district. A group of men gathered before a single grave, their shadows flickering under faint light.
"Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure… no one's here tonight."
"But I heard his grave is always guarded… Lee Jihye, Jung Heewon… some even said Han Sooyoung was seen here."
"A bunch of idiots… guarding the grave of a dead man. Let's just take his stuff and be done with it."
A brief silence followed.
"…Alright. Time to get to work."
The first man began digging, shovels cutting through the damp earth. Minutes passed heavily… then metal struck wood.
"Finally… we've reached it. Open the grave."
The lid slowly opened.
Inside lay the body of a young man in his early twenties. A handsome, calm face—like he was sleeping, not dead. His silver hair was neatly tied behind his head, untouched by time.
There was nothing else in the grave… except his clothes.
"Damn it! Search him properly!"
A trembling hand reached toward Arthur's body.
And in the next moment—
Another hand pierced through the man's chest with brutal force.
Everyone froze.
The body fell to the ground without a sound.
The dead hero— the man who had been dead just moments ago—
stood once more.
Arthur stood there, his eyes gleaming with deep darkness.
And in his hand… a beating heart.
At that moment, a message appeared in the sky over Seoul, before all incarnations:
{Someone has acquired five stories.}
{A new constellation is being born in the sky of Seoul tonight.}
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