People say Arthur is the name of a kind and noble man, but hell, I never felt that way.
Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Arthur Gylark. Villain, tyrant, world conqueror—call me what you will. For thirty years, I ruled with blood and fire, leaving a trail of corpses in my wake.
But this is not the story of my conquest. No, this is the story of what happened after
When The greatest villain was on the other world.
Arthur stood atop the Mothership, watching the chaos unfold below. Fires burned, smoke rising into the night sky. He wore black armor, sleek and elegant, with a red cape flowing behind him. A crown rested on his head, but he was no noble king.
His blonde hair shone under the dim light, and his cold blue eyes might have fooled some into thinking he was a hero. But Arthur Gylark was worse than a rat, worse than any monster.
His only purpose was to conquer. He felt nothing. His face was blank, unreadable. No one had ever seen his true self. A man in full armor and a helmet approached Arthur.
"My lord… the number one hero, Killiar, is here. He's destroying the hull of the ship."
Arthur's gaze remained cold. "Prepare my sword."
A mithril longsword—crafted from the hardest material available—was brought to him in an ornate box. Gripping the hilt, Arthur turned and made his way toward the ship's hull.
There, Killiar was cutting down soldiers as he advanced, searching for Arthur.
"Arthur… give him to me."
"Shit! He's too strong!" a soldier cried.
"I know! Just hold on, Lord Arthur will—"
Before he could finish, his head was sliced off. Silence filled the air. Then, the doors to the hull opened.
"ARTHUR!"
Arthur stepped inside. "We meet again, Killiar."
As he took a single step, the floor trembled from the force. Killiar swung his sword with full strength, but Arthur raised his armored left arm and blocked it effortlessly.
"Pathetic, Killiar."
Killiar gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Shut up! DIE! DIE!"
He swung again and again, but Arthur blocked every strike without flinching.
"You're just like your father—always aggressive. What was his name again? Oh yeah… Hillcard."
"Don't say my dad's name with that filthy mouth, ARTHUR!"
Arthur remained unfazed. "Oh, come on. Can't take a joke now?" His tone was blank, almost mocking.
Killiar lunged, unleashing a flurry of rapid slashes. But Arthur blocked every strike with ease. With a single swing, he infused his sword with aura and enhanced it with mana, creating a devastating slash that Killiar couldn't deflect.
"Gah—Agh!"
Killiar collapsed to the ground, gripping his sword.
"Pathetic."
Gritting his teeth, Killiar forced himself up. "Don't you feel anything, Arthur?! My father… he was your friend for twenty years! WHY DO YOU KILL HIM"
"He knew my secret that time so I must finish him as fast as I could... you know what the last thing he does?" Arthur slowly walk to killiar on the ground
"He smiled while his hearth was stabbed saying you yes you killiar will come and defeat me"
Well at very last Arthur know he is trying
"Damm you ARTHUR" killiar stand up and start attacking
Swung and a slash after another killiar attack Arthur
"Die die die ARTHUR"
"ah I remember the time you call me uncle"
Killiar began to memorize it when the time he was 5 his father bring Arthur to their home almost everything in the world Arthur himself teach killiar, it was like Arthur was a teacher to him
"Shut up!"
Arthur swung his sword, unleashing a fatal slash that severed Kiliar's left arm.
Kiliar screamed as the pain intensified—enchanted by Arthur's power to be far worse than normal.
"You're still standing?" Arthur scoffed, watching Kiliar struggle to remain upright. "Your father collapsed after just that."
A brief silence followed. Kiliar was on the brink of death. His vision blurred, his breathing ragged. His body was failing him, but before death could claim him—
He used the skill he had sworn never to invoke.
"Soul Burner… Oh fate, burn my soul and my destiny! Turn it into the power I need to defeat my enemy…"
Arthur stood unfazed, his cold gaze locked onto Kiliar. He raised his sword to finish him off—
But he couldn't.
A radiant barrier formed around Kiliar, pulsing with a blinding golden light. His severed arm regrew instantly, and his eyes shone with an overwhelming brilliance.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Tch… What is this?"
Before he could react, Kiliar's blade moved faster than light.
SHIIING!
Arthur's body was split in half.
The slash didn't just cut through him—it bypassed everything. His defenses, his armor, his very existence—erased in an instant.
"Die, Arthur!" Kiliar roared as his slash continued, tearing through the hull of the massive mothership above them.
Arthur's vision darkened as his body separated.
'Ah… so this is how I die?'
He sigh
'ah man, how do I even got on here'
Fifty years ago, Arthur was born in darkness. Despite his harsh beginnings, he dreamed of becoming a hero. At fourteen, he created the identity of "Unknown" and began his journey to protect the innocent.
However, his dream shattered just a year later.
His downfall began when he faced Thorn, a villain classified as a national threat. It was Arthur's first encounter with such overwhelming danger, but despite the odds, he managed to defeat Thorn. Yet, in a moment of mercy, he chose not to end the villain's life.
That decision proved to be his greatest mistake.
Enraged by his defeat, Thorn unleashed his full power, annihilating an entire country. The world needed someone to blame, and with Arthur still hiding behind the "Unknown" identity, all fingers pointed at him. Branded a criminal, he was forced to abandon his heroic persona.
But it was too late. His power had already made him a danger to the world—and now, there was no escape from its wrath.
"Ah… so I have to keep being a villain just to survive? Seriously, being a villain isn't so bad…"
He let out a bitter chuckle before his expression darkened.
"Never mind. It's the worst."
Even as the world rejected him, deep down, Arthur still wanted to be something good—something more than just a villain.
and here we are
"Wake up, young man!"
A voice.
Arthur's eyes snapped open.
His body jolted upright. His armor was gone. His sword was gone.
He wasn't dead.
"Young man, are you okay?"
Arthur turned, finding himself in a vast green field. An old man stood beside him, looking at him with concern.
"Huh…? Yeah…" Arthur muttered, dazed.
"Oh, good! You fell from the sky."
"I… did?"
Arthur slowly stood up, feeling his body—it was different.
His power was still there, but something felt off.
He looked down at his hands. Smaller. Lighter.
'Wait… I was 184 cm tall last time… Why do I feel shorter?'
"Old man, do you have a mirror?" Arthur asked.
The old man scratched his head. "A mirror? Not out here in the fields, but you can always use water to see your reflection, right?"
Arthur turned toward a small pond nearby.
"Ah, shit… isn't this my face when I was 15?"
Arthur stared at his reflection, his breath hitching. The face in the water wasn't the cold, battle-hardened warrior he remembered—it was younger, softer, with eyes that still held traces of youth instead of emptiness.
His hands trembled as he touched his face. This shouldn't be possible.
"Ah… and I don't even know where I am," he muttered under his breath.
The old man beside him chuckled. "Oh? Are you lost, young man? You're in Erudia Kingdom. Right now, we're at the border between Erudia and Vilkír Kingdom."
Arthur's eyes narrowed.
'Weird. I've never heard of either of those before.'
Something was wrong.
He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar surge of power still inside him—but something about it felt… restrained. Diminished. Like he was locked inside this younger body.
Arthur exhaled sharply, taking in his surroundings. Green fields, clear skies, distant mountains. This wasn't a battlefield. This wasn't a ship.
This was a world he didn't recognize.
'Did I… transferred to a difrent world?'
His grip on reality felt unstable. His last memory was dying, watching his body get split in half by Kiliar's godlike slash. There was no way he should be alive.
Yet here he was.
And for the first time in his existence… he felt something new.
Uncertainty.