In all his life, Draven had never experienced defeat. All his battles, he had won them by a landslide using his infamous trick. Catching his opponent off guard and delivering that one fatal blow had always worked. He relies on his speed and precisions with his swordsmanship. This had made him an undefeated swordsman for years. Until now. Arthur's hand tightened around Draven's neck, leaving Draven's legs suspended in the air. Draven couldn't breath. There was a glint in Arthur's eyes that he didn't like. For the first time in his life, his confidence waned and fear gripped his heart. "Please don't kill me," he choked, "I'll do anything. Just let me live."Arthur raised an eyebrow, "What's that? You didn't hesitate to kill me a while ago. Why should I spare you?"Draven was at loss of words. His entire face was as pale as snow and he like he could pass out at anytime. "Mercy," he pleaded. "Show me mercy. I'm sorry for killing you."Arthur's eyes diverted to Lily, "Lily, tell me
Lord Morok's domain stretches outside the Devil King's territory. Of all the six demon lord's domain, Lord Morok's domain was the only one not in the Devil King's territory. His domain was mainly made up of dungeons and caves where monsters and humans alike are enslaved. As such, Lord Morok was tasked with the duty of imprisoning the Valiant Vanguard. Since the demise of Arthur, no man dares rebel against the Devil King. They were afraid of what the Devil King might do to them. If there was one thing Lord Morok hated more than anything else in the world was humans? "They're weaklings and shouldn't be given the freedom to breath. They're utterly useless," he always says. But the Devil King has his uses for mankind which was why he hadn't destroyed them. It irritated Lord Morok when orders were given from the Devil King that Lance and the Valiant Vanguard were not to be harmed. They were to remain as trophies in Lord Morok's prison. Lord Morok was not impressed with this decis
Lord Morok's dark aura surged around Arthur, coiling around him like an inky tendril. "What's this?" Arthur thought, his eyes wary. "what's he up to?"Suddenly, Arthur felt himself being transported to a different dimension.As he arrived, he found himself standing on a barren rocky ground. The land was cracked and charred, with rivers of molten lava snaking through the scorched earth. Active volcanoes dotted the landscape, spewing forth ash and fire into the thick, oppressive air.Looking up, Arthur noticed the sky was painted in hues of crimson and black. "The air is heavy and suffocating," Arthur whispered under his breath. "I can hardly breathe well."Arthur turned to Lord Morok who stood at a distance, watching him. "What is this place?" he asked, his voice hard.Lord Morok chuckled wickedly, his voice was filled with sadistic pleasure. "Welcome to my Demonic Zone, Arthur," he said, his eyes gleaming intently with evil. "In this realm, I reign supreme. Here, the very fabric
The first thing Arthur saw when he first woke up was the bright blue sky. The darkness which hung over Lord Morok's domain had disappeared and a new look took over. Arthur sat up and nursed the back of his head. He had a headache that could kill a horse. He remembered defeating Lord Morok and this gave him a sense of joy. "Man, that demon lord was tough," he said rising to his feet. "I can't believe he had a skill that dampens mana energy. Demon zone. That nearly killed me."As Arthur straightened his back, he became aware his mana energy was boosting throughout his entire system as if they had been restored.Paragon displayed his stats:[SYSTEM ANALYSIS:Magic: 24 M (million)Attack: 5.4 MDefense: 1.6 MJob class: Multi class. Level: 70 MBP: 120 M]Another screen appeared:[NOTICE: You acquired a new skill]"No way" Arthur thought to himself. "This skill is a steal. I feel bad for Lord Morok but this would come greatly in handy."Then he remembered he had to rescue the Valiant
According to Irina, The Watch man's eye was buried in the ancient temple of Eternal visions.The temple of Eternal visions had its guardians—Irina's family. Arthur arrived at the edge of the world where the temple was nestled. It took Arthur two days of crossing the vast oceans to get here. Arthur gazed out into the distance, the sight caught his breath. "So this is the edge of the world, huh?" Arthur asked himself. The edge itself was an imposing cliff, its jagged rocks reaching out into the abyss below. Powerful gusts of wind whipped through Arthur's hair and the sound of crashing waves against the rocks resonated in his ears.The Temple of Eternal Visions stood tall and regal, built on the cliff of the edge. The temple itself was constructed from ethereal white stone and the grand entrance was flanked by two colossal statues. As Arthur approached the entrance, he noticed the sound of soft chanting, carried on the wind. Flynn and Bofur were shaken by the eerie presence of
Arthur stared at the innocent looking young boy who stood before him, his eyes like glass. The boy was mute as if he couldn't speak and there was a faraway look in his eyes that made Arthur uncomfortable. "I can't face someone so young and weak," Arthur shook his head. "What is this? A joke?"Suddenly he stiffened into shock as the boy's body began to transform before his eyes.The child's height increased rapidly, his limbs stretching and his muscles bulging with unnatural growth. Arthur took a step back, his eyes widening in disbelief as the once-small boy transformed into a towering figure, standing like a mountain of flesh and muscles. The boy's once innocent features were now twisted and contorted. He had a more monstrous visage. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and his skin turned a sickly shade of gray. Sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, and his hands sprouted additional pairs of arms, each wielding a deadly sword.He possess four arms now, each wielding a swo
The intensity of the pain Arthur felt was beyond anything he had ever experienced. Flynn and Bofur took a few steps back. His cries of pain sent a chill up their spine. The priest however, stood calm and collected. He waited. The sanctum echoed with Arthur's agonized cries, the room vibrating with the immense power that surged through him.After what felt like an eternity, the pain began to subside. Arthur was panting and drenched in sweat. Silence. No one said a word. Then he slowly rose to his feet and opened his eyes.The priest gasped in awe and admiration. "The Watchman's Eye had chosen its owner."Arthur's right eye was no longer an ordinary human eye. His right eye was now a mystical timepiece like a celestial clock.His eye possessed a dial and intricate gears that moved with a mesmerizing fluidity. The hours and minutes hands glided along the face of the clock.Flynn and Bofur, still awestruck, found themselves unable to tear their gaze away from Arthur's eye. "You h
Inside the castle, the Valiant vanguard stood around Arthur in a sober reunion. Seeing their leader again with their eyes swelled up their emotions. Everything else seemed to fade into the background as their focus remained solely on Arthur.They were gathered in a private chamber, just them and Arthur. The silence was deafening and it took Arthur a moment to compose himself before addressing his comrades. He began to speak with a solemn expression. "Guys, I know you've been through hell while I was away. I apologize. I was overconfident and reckless, and it cost us dearly. I should never have underestimated Draven. My arrogance led to my downfall and left all of you to suffer in my absence. I am truly sorry."Lance stepped forward, his voice was sincere. "Arthur, you don't have to apologize. We all knew the risks involved in our mission, and we willingly followed you.""Your death shattered us," Lance continued after a pause. "And for a while, we were broken. But blaming you won'