Su Ya was trying to figure out what the heck was going on.
He should have been lounging on his sofa at home, like a rich lady, delicately pinching potato chips with an orchid-finger hand and popping them into his mouth, watching a newly downloaded samurai film in 4K on his new Hisense C2 Pro projector.
This was his hobby, just like how a child who picks up a stick can't resist trying to conquer every bush within a hundred meters. There was no special reason, just pure enjoyment.
But, in just the blink of an eye, everything had changed.
Su Ya took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes again, and opened them—
Then, he saw a knight lying at his feet, a blood-stained knight's sword plunged into his chest.
The knight had hair as dazzling as the sun, emerald-clear green eyes, and a handsome face that could easily captivate women.
Most importantly—setting aside his hair and eye color, this guy... looked exactly like him, right down to the stubborn cowlick on his head that refused to be combed down!
But now, this golden-haired young knight was gasping for air, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing. He was clearly taking in less air than he was letting out. His tongue, like a twisted water pipe valve, kept expelling clots of blood, big and small.
With eyes wide and bloodshot, he glared at Su Ya and cursed him in a chilling voice, "You... fake... won't have a good... good..."
"Alright, alright, stop talking, bro, you're scaring me."
Su Ya felt his scalp tingle. He quickly squatted down in what looked like a trench, helped the blond guy up, and had a tearful expression. /Was he asleep? Was this a dream? But dreaming about someone who looked like him trying to extort him seemed too bizarre.
Besides, this realistic and horrifying scene didn't look like a dream at all.
"I'll call 120 for you, wait, I'm getting my phone out! Right, my phone, where is it?"
Su Ya frantically patted his pockets but found them empty.
All he felt was a loose, coarse, earthy-yellow tunic without pockets, its texture worse than pants bought for 0.01 yuan in an online flash sale. Then... Su Ya felt something tied around his waist, like a leather sword belt. Following that, he found an empty scabbard.
Based on his understanding of ancient weapon shapes and materials, he quickly realized—
Hmm, this looks a bit like a medieval knight's sword scabbard?
Right, like the knight's sword Saber uses in Fate, but this one should be smaller than Saber's two-handed sword.
So... where's the sword?
Su Ya instinctively looked up, his gaze landing on the longsword stuck in the blond guy's chest, right by his ear.
Ah, that's it!
But why is "my" sword stuck in this pretty boy's chest?
Could it be that his death is my fault?
No, wait, what am I thinking at a time like this?!
I absolutely can't be a murderer!
Su Ya quickly shook his head. The pungent smell of blood made him instinctively swallow, bringing him back to his senses. He probably... should save him?
But he couldn't find his phone, and Su Ya didn't know how to perform first aid for such severe bleeding. Coupled with the sudden shift in his world, his mind was a mess. He knew he should be calm, but he was still flustered like a headless chicken.
He immediately tried to stand up and shout for help to anyone who might be around.
And then, Su Ya stood up.
His head poked out of the trench, ready to shout, "Help—"
Just then, the earth, which reached his mouth level, suddenly cracked like a spiderweb. A thunderous roar, like a fully powered hydraulic press slamming into the ground, approached from afar.
"—BANG!!!"
Then, the ground in front of him instantly burst apart, and exploding sand splattered all over Su Ya's face! Luckily, he closed his eyes in time.
When he finally wiped the dirt from his face and opened his eyes again, he saw—
A terrifying figure, like a dump truck, leaped rapidly from the distant horizon. His face was hideous, black hair wildly flapping against the wind, carrying a two-meter-long greatsword on his shoulder. His left foot landed with a thunderous impact on the ground,
"—BOOM!!!"
Visible shockwaves erupted in a ring from his pillar-like ankle!
The earth cracked, the wind howled, and this fierce, inhuman figure instantly leaped, "flying" diagonally over Su Ya's head!
That earlier roar was merely his footsteps! Su Ya gasped, thinking, what the hell is this, a human Hulk?!
Also, is this even Earth anymore? Where the hell have I been sent?
Su Ya instinctively turned his head, his gaze following the "flying" figure behind him.
In a blink of an eye, the figure leaped into a military formation behind the trench he was in, on the right side, a forest of dark, upright spears resembling a front-line battlefield.
And then... "people" instantly flew everywhere.
Like toys that could be tossed aside at will!
And from Su Ya's front, a wave of sound immediately swept across the battlefield!
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!
"ROAR!!!"
"KILL—!"
Suddenly, screams and battle cries, accompanied by footsteps as dense as drumbeats, burst forth!
A "forest" of blades, spears, and halberds followed closely behind the fierce man who had torn through the military formation, surging like a swarm towards the breach he had created, which was exactly where Su Ya was!
Su Ya's mouth hung open, his throat felt dry, and his heart pounded like a rabbit's! He immediately abandoned the idea of calling for help for the blond guy and squatted down, clutching his head without hesitation.
At this moment, the blond guy lying in the pit, catching a glimpse of the outside world, looked even worse.
"It's actually Hero Seleucid..."
"Hero? What's that? A hero unit, like in Warcraft?" Su Ya couldn't help but look up, a mix of fear and bewilderment on his face, at the blond guy with the sword in his chest.
"Damn it! If, if... it wasn't for you..."
"Cough, cough, cough—retch! Retch!"
The blond youth gnashed his teeth, like a dying, enraged lion. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Su Ya, and he coughed up more blood.
Listening to the increasingly close, dense footsteps and battle cries from afar, Su Ya looked desperate and couldn't help but ramble:
"No, bro, what's with that expression? You're not trying to scam me, are you? Please, snap out of it! Is this the time for that?!"
"Those people clearly aren't here to give us medical kits, are they? And where the hell is this place?! Ahhhhh, I'm begging you, do you have a magic conch? Can you blow it or something? Holy crap, if this keeps up, I'm going to die with you!"
As he spouted nonsense and silently prayed to no avail, Su Ya's expression crumbled as he looked at the blond guy in front of him.
He looked like he was dying. But Su Ya, completely unaware of the situation, could only rely on him.
So, Su Ya frantically tore a large piece of linen from his pants, attempting to bandage the blond youth with completely unreliable first aid knowledge.
The blond youth watched Su Ya's frantic but concerned expression, and his brows furrowed. His expression was twisted and strange; the hatred in his eyes remained undiminished, yet he also seemed hesitant.
Just a moment ago, the image of this rambling guy coldly ambushing him from behind was still vivid in his mind, but now, he seemed to have returned to the trusted companion he once knew.
"You..."
The blond youth's face was complex.
But the next instant, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his two clear emerald eyes bulging outwards ferociously!
"Oops... I think I messed up!"
Su Ya's eyes instantly widened. As he had mentioned earlier, Su Ya didn't really understand first aid for such severe bleeding.
So, not only did he not pull out the sword before bandaging, but he also accidentally bumped the sword in the blond youth's chest with his elbow during the bandaging process, causing the sharp knight's sword to shake violently!
He didn't know what it cut, but now, blood sprayed from the blond youth's chest like a fountain, reaching Su Ya's chin.
Both Su Ya and the blond youth froze.
This act of first giving hope and warmth, evoking fond memories, and then cruelly extinguishing them, made the blond youth's expression suddenly change drastically.
The noble knight, who would rather endure any humiliation than surrender the thorny crown on his head, who was so stubborn that he considered it shameful to even let others share a small part of this heavy responsibility, finally, at this moment, changed his mind.
He erupted in fury, his face contorted into a terrifying, distorted grimace, and slowly turned his head to stare fixedly at Su Ya.
"Is that so?"
"I see, I see!"
"Then I—Arthur Pendragon, by your wish, bestow upon you the surname Pendragon!"
His words were no longer stammering, and blood no longer gushed from his throat. It was as if, in this fleeting moment of dying lucidity, he had finally recognized some laughable reality!
The blond youth, Arthur Pendragon, powerfully lifted his hand, which had fallen to the ground, and extended it to Su Ya's nose, meeting Su Ya's gaze with his furious emerald eyes, as if piercing through Su Ya's physical shell to see the greedy soul hidden within that disgusted him!
"Give it to me!"
"Wh-what?" Su Ya looked at him with a bewildered expression, then fearfully scooted back. "I... I don't have any money! I tried my best to save you, but, bro, as you can see, this is force majeure... I... I, I don't know what you want—"
Even though he had vaguely realized that the world he was in was completely different, and he seemed to have been caught in the unfolding of some bizarre event, under Arthur Pendragon's lion-like gaze of hatred, Su Ya, who had no idea what would happen next, instinctively trembled uncontrollably.
Arthur sneered, angrily refuting, "If this is what you truly desire, why feign concern and humiliate my chivalry?!"
Clang!
The blond youth named Arthur Pendragon raised his hand and unyieldingly grasped Su Ya's right hand, with such force that Su Ya leaned forward, kneeling before Arthur in a sprawling posture. The knight's sword piercing Arthur Pendragon's chest pressed tightly against Su Ya's cheek, its cold touch making his heart pound.
Fingers interlaced!
The next instant!
Scarlet glowing patterns appeared on Arthur's right arm.
Then, flowing from their interlaced hands, the scarlet patterns rapidly spread to Su Ya's body, flowing through his fingers, palm, wrist, forearm, shoulder, heart, and entire body, as if constructing some peculiar path. Finally, it circled back to Su Ya's hand, gradually forming a scarlet dragon crest!
Su Ya trembled, watching this scene with wide eyes.
As if by fate, at the end of his life, at the beginning of a new one, Arthur Pendragon squeezed out a mocking, distorted smile at him. He raised their clasped hands, pointed towards the rolling cloudy sky, and roared at Su Ya:
"You forgery!"
"I, Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther, future new King of Britain, hereby curse you! I curse you to take my place, to become the new King of this hopeless kingdom, this despairing world!"
"You shall replace me, bear the most vicious curses of this world, endure the most foul slanders of this world, and receive the most humiliating death of this world!"
"I shall transform into a malevolent spirit, in hell, in the underworld, in the darkest corners of this world, forever, forever watching you!"
"Until—"
"—the day you, this forgery, ascend the guillotine!"
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