Companions of the Path (1)
In absolute darkness—
where there was no place for light.
That was the ninety-ninth hell.
Here, no one is rewarded.
And no one is forgiven.
Here alone…
souls are crushed,
torn apart,
and tortured without end.
No escape.
No rest.
One of the Lords of Hell once said:
> "Wake up, you fool…
You are not in your mother's house.
You are in hell.
There is no rest… and no escape."
He was not lying.
Hell…
is hell.
A fire burning in silence.
Countless chambers for the torture of souls—
whether evil… or good.
And within that absolute darkness,
two paths appeared.
A path to paradise—
a great celestial light, pure and majestic.
And a path to hell—
a harsh, blazing infernal light that burns the soul before the body.
And in the middle…
there was a single soul.
A soul that had not awakened yet.
A soul that was about to reach the crossroads.
Just a few seconds.
Then—
{The constellation Miracle Narrator is looking at you with interest}
{The constellation Miracle Narrator smiles at you}
And suddenly—
Arthur opened his eyes.
He was not in hell.
He was among the rocky debris.
His body…
shattered.
Broken.
His hands were crushed—
bones exposed.
His feet…
almost severed
after getting caught between the rocks while he was flying.
His chest…
bleeding endlessly.
Arthur looked at the dark sky above him.
Then—
he laughed.
A loud, mad, defiant laugh.
"Miraculous Healing Potion."
He thought.
A small vial appeared in his right hand—
the only limb that remained sowhat intact.
But…
he couldn't lift it to his mouth.
He tightened his fingers with all his strength.
Then—
he threw the vial to the side, close to him.
He smiled calmly.
Then tilted his head back.
And slamd the rock behind his head with force.
With the recoil—
his body lurched forward.
He calculated the distance in an instant.
Adjusted the angle of his head.
And when he fell—
he opened his mouth.
And caught the potion.
In the next mont—
pain exploded.
He felt as if his ribcage had been exposed.
His neck was damaged.
His spine…
broken.
But—
the vial dissolved in his mouth as if it had never existed.
And the elixir flowed through his body.
He writhed.
Convulsed.
Then—
everything began to return.
Bones fused back together.
Flesh healed.
The bleeding stopped.
And within seconds—
Arthur…
was completely restored.
He rose slowly.
"Damn that arrogant bastard…
I swear I'll kill him… even if he's the King of Hell himself."
Before he could move—
{Do you want to confirm the ssages you missed?}
"Yes."
{You failed to complete the scenario}
{500 coins have been deducted from you}
{The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is shocked by your survival and happy}
{200 coins have been donated}
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire is happy about your survival and smiles with delight}
{500 coins have been donated}
{The constellation Secretive Plotter is looking at you with interest}
{100 coins have been donated}
{The constellation Sword of the Supre Paradise is interested in you}
{100 coins have been donated}
{The constellation Miracle Narrator smiles at your survival from the path of death}
{600 coins have been donated}
Arthur smiled and looked up at the sky.
Then he moved—
he wanted to know…
whether Kim Dokja had survived or not.
But—
the damned Dokkaebi suddenly appeared in front of his face.
[You failed to complete the scenario, little boy…
and now it's ti to pay.]
"Alright, how much do I have to pay?"
The Dokkaebi laughed mockingly.
[Oooo… look at him!
He thinks he's the richest person in the world!
He didn't even ask why he has to pay—
he only asked how much!]
[I'm sure he thinks the penalty is 100 or 500 coins!]
[What a stupid kid!]
It moved closer, its eyes filled with malice.
[And who said I can't just kill you right now?
A bastard like you…
no one will miss.]
Arthur smiled.
"If failure ant death…
you would have written death instead of (????) as the penalty."
"But no—
you prefer stealing the coins
people gathered with blood and sweat."
"And now you ca to try to steal from too."
"Just tell the number, you round-headed bastard…
and shut up."
The Dokkaebi's color changed—
from pale white…
to furious red.
[And who said the constellations would stop ?!]
"Do you really think so?"
[What?]
Before it could finish—
the constellations' ssages flooded its channel.
{The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband grips his staff in anger}
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire stares at you in fury}
{The eyes of the constellation Secretive Plotter shine with admiration for your intelligence}
{The constellation Miracle Narrator looks at the low-ranked dokkaebi Bihyung and holds the Great Book}
Bihyung's body trembled.
He took a step back.
Then another.
Under the pressure of the great constellations—
he yielded.
Arthur smiled calmly.
"So… how much do I have to pay?"
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