God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 534: The Origin of Black Star

Gabriel stood there for several seconds, unable to move his gaze away from the direction the boy had gone.

For a mont, he wondered if the mory fragnt had broken. Maybe the scene had glitched. Maybe what he saw was not truly the young king looking at him, but just a flaw in the mory showing sothing that never happened.

However, when Gabriel walked closer to Torin and Aston, that thought quickly faded.

He stopped directly in front of young Torin but got no reaction.

Gabriel lifted his hand and waved it once in front of the young man’s face, but there was still no response. When Aston walked forward to retrieve a broken part of the monster’s horn, his shoulder passed straight through Gabriel’s body as if Gabriel was not there.

Gabriel looked down at himself and frowned slightly.

"So it was not the mory."

He turned his head back toward the path the young boy had taken. His expression stayed calm, but his eyes were much more serious now. If Torin and Aston could not sense him even when he stood right in front of them, then the young king had either truly seen him or had sohow looked through the mory itself.

That made no sense.

If this had been the king’s own mory, Gabriel could still accept it sowhat. But this was Torin’s mory. The king should have been nothing more than soone inside another person’s recollection.

Gabriel stayed silent for a while before slowly exhaling.

"Or maybe he only looked in that direction, and I happened to be standing there," he muttered.

Even as he said it, he did not fully believe it.

The young king’s eyes had t his too clearly. It did not feel random. It did not feel like coincidence either.

Before Gabriel could think deeper, the scene around him started to change.

The broken ground, the dead beast, and the young versions of the two n began to blur. Colors stretched, sounds faded, and the mory shifted forward like pages being turned too fast.

When everything beca stable again, Gabriel found himself in Stellar City.

This ti, the two n were older.

Not old yet, but no longer teenagers. Both wore Valerian military uniforms, their shoulders straighter and their bodies stronger than before. Aston looked serious and disciplined, while Torin had a calr expression than Gabriel expected from the future Black Star leader.

From the way the n around them looked at them, both had already risen high. They were top captains of the kingdom and were clearly on the path to becoming generals. Their nas had weight here. Their orders were obeyed quickly, and the soldiers around them stood more carefully whenever they passed.

The mory shifted again.

Torin now stood inside a simple house. The room was warm, with clean wooden furniture, folded clothes, and a small table near the window. A woman stood nearby with a gentle smile while a young boy ran around Torin’s legs, laughing as Torin pretended not to catch him.

Gabriel watched quietly.

This was a side of Torin he had never expected to see.

The man who later led Black Star, hunted players, and burned himself to ash rather than speak had once lived like this. He had a wife. He had a son. He had a ho that did not sll of blood or secrecy.

The scene changed again.

This ti, Torin was outside the city gate, speaking with a group of otherworlders. Players. But sothing was different about them. Their clothes, reactions, and the way they spoke made Gabriel realize they were not Earth players.

They were from another world.

A parallel universe.

Gabriel rembered sothing from the ti he first transmigrated here. So inhabitants of this world had ntioned otherworlders before, and at the ti, it had sounded strange. Now it made more sense.

Earthlings were not the first batch.

They were the second.

Torin handed a pouch to one of the players and gave instructions in a patient tone.

"Bring the herbs back before sunset. The southern road has beasts, so do not travel alone."

One player looked shocked by the reward. "You are paying this much for a herb gathering quest?"

Torin waved him off lightly. "If you risk your life, you should be paid properly."

The players smiled at once.

Gabriel watched with a strange look in his eyes.

Torin had been generous.

Not fake generous. Not soone using players as disposable tools. From the way the players reacted, he must have been one of the most liked figures in the city back then. Soone players visited often. Soone they trusted for fair rewards.

Gabriel’s expression turned more thoughtful.

"What went wrong?"

The mont that thought appeared, the mory shifted again.

This ti, the house was silent.

Gabriel stood in the sa ho from before, but the warmth was gone. The table was broken. A chair had been knocked over. Blood stained the floorboards near the center of the room.

Torin’s wife lay there, and his son was not far from her.

A group of players stood inside the house, speaking among themselves while checking quest prompts.

"Target eliminated," one of them said. "Both of them."

Another player let out a breath. "That NPC better pay properly. This was harder than expected."

A third frowned slightly at the woman’s body. "Feels kind of ssed up."

The first player snorted. "They are NPCs. Stop acting weird."

From the conversation, Gabriel began to see the bigger picture.

At that mont, the door opened and Torin stepped in.

For a few seconds, nobody moved.

The players turned toward him, and one of them quickly raised his weapon. "Oh. Another one."

Torin did not speak. His eyes moved from his wife to his son. His face did not twist with madness imdiately. It simply emptied.

It was the kind of grief that left a person unable to react, as if everything inside had gone still.

A player stepped forward. "If he attacks, kill him too."

Torin’s hand moved. The mory blurred after that, not because Gabriel could not follow, but because the violence happened too fast. Blood hit the wall. Bodies dropped. Screams filled the small house before cutting off one after another.

By the ti the mory settled, all the players were dead.

Torin stood in the middle of the room, soaked in blood, his breathing rough, his eyes fixed on nothing.

That night, he did not stop with the players who killed his family.

The mory shifted through several scenes of Torin killing players in alleys outside the city and even waiting at the respawn point.

Players scread, cursed, begged, and logged back in only to die again. He killed them until their levels dropped. He killed them until their items vanished. He killed them until the ga beca unplayable for everyone connected to the group that ruined his life.

He gathered people who had lost family to otherworlders. He trained assassins who would later carry out his plan of eliminating all otherworlders.

The previous player batch ca to dread his na so much that entire groups stopped entering areas where he and his people were rumored to be.

This was how Black Star began.

Not as so random assassin group created only to hate players. It started from grief, anger, and the realization that otherworlders could kill people here while believing they were only completing a quest.