Prologue
TL: Uncle Choi
Editor: Ren
I despised the world.
Right after I was born, I was abandoned in a bag meant for trash.
I had absolutely no reason to cherish the world, for I had been treated like a stray beast my entire life.
I hated the world for making me one of them.
I was disgusted by the fact that I was classified as a human, grouped with those pretenders who wore human masks, but were blinded by their greed and ambition.
That is the reason why I did not trust humans.
Whatever I had to do, I did it alone.
This mindset remained the same even after the world transformed in its entirety.
On January 1st, 2020, the world metamorphosed into a game-like state.
Dungeons and monsters began to appear, and so did players with the power to stop them.
An unprecedented change in human history had begun.
In my perspective, however, the world did not change very much.
For the strong still took advantage of the weak; the fact that the ones with everything took from those with nothing did not change.
Players used the threat of dungeons and monsters, which terrified the world, merely as an opportunity to fulfill their ambitions.
In the world, there is nobody you can trust.
Only one.
Only one person seemed different from the rest.
“I will kill the final boss of this game and put an end to it all.”
Lee Se-joon.
One of the first seven to become a player, and one of the few who had been chosen by the sacred light. He was also a man that has held the title of the highest level player; ever since he partook in the sacred light ritual.
Only he was different.
“Therefore, he will be the one to save the world.”
While all the other players treated the new game-like world as their stage for satisfying their ambitions and greed; only Lee Se-joon was selfless, and dedicated himself to saving the world.
He hunted monsters even if it did not bring him any benefits, he annihilated the dangerous dungeons that everyone else avoided, and he also judged the players and guilds who defied the law.
In other words, to save the world, he fought against the world itself.
He was the first.
It was the first time in my life that I met such a person, someone who I felt I could trust and follow wholeheartedly in this shitty-ass world.
That was why.
“Hunting Dog Kim Woo-jin, I need your strength.”
When Lee Se-joon, he, reached out for my hand, I didn’t hesitate for even a second before accepting it.
I would follow him to end this damn game, I was willing to even risk my life in order to change this world.
Life as a companion to a savior who will one day save the world was incomparably onerous compared to a carefree lifestyle.
Players with a vested interest didn’t want this game to end, so the closer the Messiah Guild came to beating the game, the voices of the world swarmed towards them and only became louder and louder.
However, I never thought of giving up, not even once.
We will save the world. I believed that risking my life for the sake of my fellow men, who were united by that shining noble cause, was never a waste.
I believed that as long as I were with them, I could change this ugly world.
“Master, the only thing that is left now is the final battle.”
“The final battle does not exist.”
“What?”
“I never thought of ending the game.”
“What do you…”
I was certain I was hearing incorrectly.
“There must be wolves for the sheep to be obedient.”
Puk!
Before Balmung, even dragon leather was pierced like a sheet of paper. The moment Balmung pierced his chest, Kim Woo-jin heard the system notifications.
http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Balmung
[You are under the effect of Balmung’s Curse]
[All resistances are reduced by 90%]
[All defense stats are reduced by 90%]
[All healing effects are reduced by 90%]
“You’ve done a good job. Kim Woo-jin, without you, we would not have been able to make it this far.”
What I heard afterwards was Lee Se-joon’s voice.
So, Lee Se-joon’s voice, which did not overlap with the system’s notifications, bluntly entered Kim Woo-jin’s ear drums.
“Wha, what do you mean?”
However, Kim Woo-jin could not understand a single word coming from Lee Se-joon’s mouth.
“Wha… What do you mean that you never had the thought of ending this game from the beginning?”
“What do I mean?”
However, Kim Woo-jin’s question wasn’t answered by Lee Se-joon but by a different figure.
Crimson leather, as if it was cut from blazing flames, made up the robe of a bewitching beauty who stood behind Lee Se-joon’s, and looked down upon Kim Woo-jin, who was kneeling in front of her. She then spoke.
“If the game ends and the game system disappears, the powers and items we obtained would disappear, along with the all the dungeons and monsters. The reason why people obey our every word will disappear as well.”
Park Shin-hye.
The heiress to the Hansung Group, the largest chaebol group in Korea, who was Lee Se-joon’s biggest financial investor in the early days of establishing the Messiah Guild.
“If we end the game, then how can we rule the world?”
Kim Woo-jin looked gravely toward Lee Se-joon after hearing her words.
Lee Se-joon, however, did not say a word.
It was an unambiguous response.
At such a response, Kim Woo-jin gritted his teeth.
‘I need to take the sword out first. I can’t hope to do anything while Balmung is still stabbing me.’
His primary instinct was to live. He desperately wished to live and listen to Lee Se-joon’s explanation.
‘I want to hear a more detailed explanation…’
He didn’t want to hear it from some other person, but directly through Lee Se-joon’s mouth alone.
[Venom of the Thousand Snake is spreading throughout your body]
At that moment, a new system notification rang in Kim Woo-jin’s ear.
“Phht…”
Simultaneously, Kim Woo-jin threw up blood from his mouth.
Chiii!
The blood that Kim Woo-jin threw up melted the floor.
‘Venom of the Thousand Snake?’
“As expected, quite impressive.”
The person who spoke to the miserable Kim Woo-jin again was still none other than Park Shin-hye.
