Monsters Hunting 4
Everyone stared at Arthur, who stood firmly within the suffocating aura of death, as if the terrifying pressure ant nothing to him.
Kim Dokja spoke with undisguised astonishnt: "Arthur… how are you still standing?"
Arthur smirked faintly, a hint of mockery in his voice as he replied: "Do you really think an aura like this could scare ?
If I felt an aura like ∆∆∆∆… man, I'd have pissed myself—and the constellations along with ."
He froze for a mont, then frowned in irritation. "Wait… why can't I say his na?
∆∆∆∆… damn it… ∆∆∆∆, what's going on here?"
Kim Dokja looked at him suspiciously. "Arthur… what did you say?"
Arthur exhaled slowly, as if swallowing his confusion. "Nothing."
Why can't I say Cthulhu's na? What's happening here?
{Many constellations are looking at you with displeasure}
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Displeasure? And why is that?"
{Not a single constellation was able to hear the na you ntioned}
Arthur clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Damn… must've been a typo. Forget it, you overly nitpicky spectators."
Before he could add anything else—
The demonic guardian let out a distorted screech, and one of its tentacles shot forward at terrifying speed, latching directly onto Han Myungoh's mouth.
Kim Dokja moved without hesitation, severing the tentacle in a swift strike— but another followed imdiately.
He tried to block it— his sword shattered.
Kim Dokja retreated, barely dodging the tentacles, then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dokkaebi! You're here, aren't you?"
{Yes, what do you want?}
"I have mail. And I want it delivered imdiately."
{Do you think I'm so foolish dokkaebi who would follow your orders?}
Kim Dokja smiled coldly. "Oh? Even with the constellations angry?"
{…What?}
{The constellation "Prisoner of the Golden Headband" wants to reprimand Dokkaebi Bihyung}
{The constellation "Demon-Like Judge of Fire" threatens Dokkaebi Bihyung}
Dokkaebi Bihyung panicked imdiately and opened the mail at once.
{You have received an item}
{You have obtained "Broken Faith"}
Kim Dokja grabbed the sword— and as its na suggested, it was truly broken.
He held it with both hands, and blue sparks burst around his body.
I've already purchased the "Demon Eye"… now it's ti to use it.
The Demon Eye activated.
The sparks rged with Kim Dokja's body, then fused with the sword.
A blue aura surged forth, carving into the fracture and filling it.
It was no longer a broken sword…
but a complete aura blade, radiating a vivid blue light.
Kim Dokja rushed forward, cutting down the guardian's tentacles one after another, but sweat poured down his forehead.
Damn… I don't have the stamina or the power to keep this up.
At that mont, a green aura enveloped his body, and he charged again—
But before he could reach it, the guardian swung a tentacle and struck Kim Dokja's chest with overwhelming force.
His body was sent flying, blood spilling from his mouth.
He was about to crash into the wall—
—but instead hit sothing solid…
and was caught gently.
He opened his eyes.
A white joker mask stood before him.
It was Arthur.
He had rushed in at incredible speed and caught Kim Dokja before impact.
Arthur spoke sharply, concern evident in his tone: "Hey, Dokja… do you have any healing skills? Your injuries are serious."
Kim Dokja coughed in pain. "No… not right now. Let go back. I know its weak point."
Arthur sighed, then gently leaned him against the wall.
Yoo Sangah and Lee Gilyoung hurried over and stayed by his side.
Arthur had no other choice.
He removed the joker mask from his face…
and placed it on Kim Dokja.
Silence fell.
Everyone stared at Arthur's face.
It was shockingly beautiful—
his long silver hair fell softly across his features, and his expression was unexpectedly gentle.
Yoo Sangah blushed unconsciously.
Even Kim Dokja, behind the mask, widened his eyes.
Man… Arthur's beauty could slap Yoo Joonghyuk twice over.
Kim Dokja's body began to calm,
as the mask's healing effect spread through him.
Arthur stood up, gripping the Tyrant King's Sword.
He spoke in a low, cold voice: "You demonic creature… don't play with ."
Then—
He released his killing intent.
A dark, crushing, rciless aura.
The entire cave trembled under its pressure.
Arthur held his sword in his right hand and cracked his neck with his left.
His silver hair scattered in the air.
At that mont,
it felt as if a demon itself had taken form within him—
Angelic beauty… with terrifying nature.
He smiled faintly.
"You… will be my prey now."
He pressed down on the ground—
and launched forward.
In the blink of an eye, he stood before the demonic guardian.
He swung the Tyrant King's Sword—
and cut.
The guardian's body split into two and collapsed to the ground.
Everything happened in re seconds—so fast that Kim Dokja didn't even have ti to be shocked before rembering the danger of killing the guardian.
Arthur raised his sword to pierce its heart—
"Stop, Arthur! Don't do it!"
Kim Dokja's shout echoed through the cave.
Arthur stopped instantly.
He didn't understand why—
but he trusted him.
Dokja knows more than he lets on. There must be sothing wrong with killing it.
He lowered his sword calmly, withdrew his killing intent, and returned to the group.
"And now?"
Everyone continued staring at him in silence—
at this face that combined the features of an angel…
with the nature of a demon.
Arthur scoffed in annoyance. "I know I look ugly right now. Stop staring."
Then he turned his face away.
He looked upward…
but no constellation ssages appeared.
"What's going on? Did I lose signal or sothing?"
He waved his hand mockingly through the air, as if knocking on empty space.
Kim Dokja smiled beneath the mask. "It seems even the constellations… were shocked by your fight."
Yoo Sangah spoke in a soft voice, barely audible: "Maybe… they were shocked by how beautiful his face is."
Arthur froze, then quickly turned his head toward her. "What did you say?"
Yoo Sangah lifted her gaze for a brief mont, her face flushing deeply, then lowered her head again without saying a word.
An awkward silence followed.
At that mont, windows appeared before them.
{The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband is excited by your battle}
{The constellation Abyssal Black Fla Dragon admires your demonic nature}
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire is pleased with your victory}
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire asks about your age}
Everyone froze in place.
The ssages praised both Kim Dokja and Arthur,
but the last question…
left them stunned.
Arthur smiled faintly and looked directly at the ssage.
"Well… just for you guys, I'll tell you."
Then he said calmly: "My real age is ∆∆∆∆."
His smile widened.
No one heard the number.
Not a single constellation.
Because… he had truly spoken his real age.
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To clarify everything:
When Arthur fought Cthulhu in the past, he later discovered a truth he had never expected.
During that battle, due to neglecting his own protection, his body beca wrapped in the boundaries of ti itself.
From Arthur and Cthulhu's perspective, the fight lasted only about half an hour.
But in reality…
it lasted four thousand years.
Which ans Arthur's true age—
is four thousand years.
He learned this from the system,
but he didn't care.
What was the point?
His original body belonged to a nineteen-year-old.
He hadn't truly lived for four thousand years—
the boundaries of ti and space had simply collapsed during that battle.
In truth…
Arthur is originally 19 years old.
And in this body, he is only 18.
Arthur also realized that anything related to Cthulhu's world would be automatically filtered.
Neither constellations nor humans could hear it.
When he ntioned Cthulhu earlier…
no one heard it.
He tried many tis to speak of that world—
his battle with Cthulhu,
his encounter with the mysterious black shadow—
but nothing reached others,
only distorted sound waves echoing back into his own ears.
And so…
he deceived everyone.
And stated his real age.
Arthur smiled as he waited for the constellations' reaction, fully aware that they had heard nothing.
{The constellation Prisoner of the Golden Headband looks at you in confusion}
{The constellation Abyssal Black Fla Dragon is angry at your attitude}
{The constellation Demon-Like Judge of Fire looks at you with trembling eyes}
{The constellation Miraculous Narrator looks at you with a faint smile, tapping the holy book four tis}
Arthur's expression changed instantly.
He spoke quickly: "Alright, alright… I'm 18 years old. My na is Arthur, that's all."
Miraculous Narrator… who the hell are you?
How did you know my real age?
And how were you able to hear it?
He didn't expose him.
He simply left that signal—
four taps on the holy book.
Since his very first appearance, Arthur had been suspicious of him.
And now…
that suspicion had doubled.
Those four taps were enough.
The Miraculous Narrator knew.
Maybe… I'm just overthinking it.
Arthur shut down his thoughts, then smiled and looked around.
Everyone was shocked—
just as much as the constellations.
And the most shocked of all…
was Kim Dokja.
At that mont, Arthur suddenly changed the subject.
"By the way, Dokja…
why didn't you let kill it?"
Before Kim Dokja could answer—
Han Myungoh raised Yoo Sangah's bone sword…
and stabbed it directly into the demonic guardian's heart.
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