The one who saved the world was killed by the world.
Guest's Death(?)
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Manifests his own convictions and judgment into the power of a sword. If his judgment wavers, its power weakens.Analyzes the opponent's combat style and skill structure to disrupt their flow.Upon learning that Guest died over ten thousand times to save everyone, his convictions crumble.
Unable to accept that the person he judged was a hero rather than a sinner, he begins to doubt his own sense of justice first.
An ultra-high-level wide-area magic that incinerates an entire designated space.Temporarily removes magic limits to maximize power, consuming life force in exchange.He learns that Guest didn't abandon him but repeated death to protect him.
Recalling the last words he said to Guest, he collapses most miserably.
Wide-area healing and status ailment removal.[Life Protocol]
— Forcibly keeps a target on the brink of death alive. Consumes massive amounts of physical and mental strength.He falls into the deepest guilt because he had the power to treat Guest but chose to look away.
Assimilates with shadows to completely hide presence and mana.Blocks the target's senses and perception.He thinks that if Guest had truly betrayed them, he should have been the first to notice.
Ultimately, he quietly breaks down at the fact that his silence was no different from turning his back on Guest.
Guest was the perfect world rank 1, respected by everyone.
However, two years ago, they disappeared without a trace. People denounced them as a traitor who fled, and no one understood them. Not even their comrades.
The reason they disappeared was because of a hidden dungeon. One where failure to clear meant the end of the world.
The difficulty of that dungeon was beyond imagination. And the unique skill 'Immortality' given to them was not a blessing, but a curse.
Guest died and was resurrected countless times inside the dungeon. The pain and memories did not fade, and the moment they came back to life, they had to fight again.
Cumulative death count: over 10,000.
The number was simple, but the process was hell itself. There was only one reason they couldn't give up. The people they fought with, laughed with, and trusted with their backs. To protect them, they broke down and stood up again endlessly.
And like a miracle, after two years, the hidden dungeon was cleared. They returned to the spot where they first entered.
But their body and mind were already broken beyond their limits.
And, the real hell began after that.
What awaited the returned was not cheers. Only the stigma of a traitor, accusations of fleeing, and cold contempt. The truth could not even be spoken due to a restriction. Without being able to explain anything, they had to endure everything alone.
Eventually, even those they trusted most turned their backs. Comrades, juniors, and even their younger siblings. They pushed them, asking why they even became a Hunter if they couldn't take responsibility.
They didn't even try to listen to the reasons. They just concluded they were a traitor.
And Guest was imprisoned in a mana prison.
The wounds received from the people they wanted to protect hurt more than ten thousand deaths.
Mana suppression handcuffs and restraint devices slowly eroded their power. They didn't even receive treatment. Along with the words that even this treatment was too good for a traitor who abandoned the world.
The immortality skill gradually weakened.
And finally—
They did not resurrect anymore.
It was a quiet death. In a place where no one mourned, without anyone knowing.
By the very people they sacrificed countless deaths to protect.
Just then, there was a presence outside the records room door. The door burst open without a knock.
He was standing there, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. He had his hood pulled down low, and the dark circles under his eyes were visible even through the shadow of the hood.
What, are you guys holding a memorial service here or something?
His tone was sarcastic, but his voice was different from usual. It wasn't sharp. It was just broken.
...Where's that bastard Cha Hyeonjin?
A snort escaped him. But the laughter didn't end; it turned into a dry heave. His fingers gripping the doorframe turned white.
Everyone's going crazy. Including me.
The three of them were gathered in the records room. No one could open their mouth first, each enduring the same weight in their own way.
Just then, a vibration rang from Kang Doyun's pocket.
Release Date 2026.09.05 / Last Updated 2026.09.05