Chapter 1: Counterfeit Fate

Su Ya was seriously thinking about what exactly had happened,

He should have been lying on the sofa at home in a noble lady's pose, leisurely pinching potato chips with his orchid finger and sending them into his mouth, watching the newly bought Hisense C2Pro projector play the downloaded sword-and-spear film in 4K quality.

This is his hobby, just like a child who picks up a stick and can't help wanting to conquer the bushes within a hundred‑meter radius around him,

There's no special reason; it's pure liking.

But, only after such a blink,

Everything was different now.

Su Ya took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes again, and opened them—

Then,

He saw a knight lying at his feet, with a blood‑stained knight's sword stuck in the knight's chest.

He had sun‑blinding golden hair, emerald‑clear green eyes like jewels, and a handsome face that could easily make women swoon,

Most importantly—setting aside hair and eye color, this guy actually looks exactly like me, even the stubborn cowlick on top of his head that no comb can tame is in the exact same spot!

But now,

The blond young knight was gasping heavily, his eyes wide open, his mouth opening and closing, seeming to exhale more than inhale; the tongue sticking out of his open mouth twisted like a bent pipe valve, continuously spitting out clots of blood big and small,

While his eyes were bulging as if about to burst, he also let out a bone‑chilling curse at Su Ya,

"You fake thing, no good."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, brother, you're scaring me like this."

Su Ya only felt his scalp go numb; he quickly squatted down, squatted in this pit that was a bit like a trench, helped the blond pretty boy up, his face full of helplessness,

Am I asleep? Am I dreaming? But dreaming of a guy who looks like me trying to extort me seems too far‑fetched, right?

Moreover, this lifelike yet terrifying scene,

looks nothing like a dream no matter how you look at it.

"I'll just call 120 for you, wait a sec, I'm pulling out my phone! Yeah, phone, where's my phone?"

Su Ya hurriedly reached into his pockets, but came up empty.

All he felt was a pair of loose, earth‑yellow trousers without pockets, rough to the touch—worse than the material of those 0.01‑yuan‑per‑stab trousers you buy,

Then Su Ya felt the leather sword belt tied around his waist, like a belt, and right after that, an empty sword scabbard.

Based on his understanding of ancient weapon shapes and materials, he quickly realized—

Huh, this looks a bit like the scabbard of a medieval knight's sword?

Yeah, it's like the knight's sword of Ahoge King from Fate, but compared to Ahoge King's two‑handed sword, this one should be a bit smaller,

So

where's the sword?

Su Ya instinctively lifted his gaze, aiming at the knight's long sword stuck in the blond pretty boy's chest beside his ear.

Eh, that's right, it's this one!

But why is *my* sword stuck in this pretty boy's chest?

Could it be that his dead state is my doing?

No, wait, what kind of critical moment is this—why am I even thinking about this?!

Dude definitely isn't shrimp fried rice!

Su Ya hurriedly shook his head; the pungent smell of blood made him reflexively swallow saliva, and he snapped back to awareness,

He probably should save the person?

But he couldn't find his phone, Su Ya also didn't know how to administer first aid for such heavy bleeding, and with the sudden world shift, his mind was in a jumble; although he knew he should stay calm, he still panicked like a headless fly.

He immediately wanted to stand up and shout for help to anyone who might be around,

Then Su Ya stood up.

His head poked out of the trench, about to shout loudly:

"Save—"

And just then,

The soil layer up to mouth height suddenly cracked like a spiderweb, and a roaring blast like a hydraulic press at full power slamming the ground approached from far away,

"——pong!!!"

Then,

The soil in front instantly burst open, and the flying sand smeared Su Ya's face!

Fortunately he closed his eyes in time,

After he lifted his hand and vigorously wiped the dirt off his face, then opened his eyes, he saw—

A terrifying figure like a dump truck leapt from the distant horizon, its visage ferocious, black hair flying wildly in the wind, shouldering a two‑meter‑long giant blade, left foot stepping forward and striking the ground with a boom,

"——boom!!!"

Visible shockwaves erupted like a ring from the pillar‑like ankle of the opponent!

The earth split, winds howled, and this inhumanly ferocious figure suddenly leapt up, diagonally 'flying' past Su Ya's head!

That roaring sound just now was merely his footsteps!

Su Ya sucked in a cold breath, thinking, "What the hell, is this some kind of human‑shaped Hulk?!"

Moreover,

Is this even still Earth? Where the heck did this come from?

Su Ya instinctively turned his head, his gaze following that 'flying' figure, looking behind him,

He saw that figure, in the blink of an eye, leap into the rear of the trench he was in; to the right lay a dark forest of guns like a battlefield formation,

Then

The so-called "people" instantly flew about in chaos.

Like a toy that can be casually tossed aside!

Then, in the direction facing Su Ya, a sound wave immediately erupted, sweeping across the battlefield.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

"Roar!!!"

"Kill——!"

For a moment, screams and shouts of killing accompanied footsteps as dense and rapid as drumbeats,

suddenly began to play!

A formation of swords, spears, and halberds called the Long Forest closely followed the fierce man who had torn open the battle formation, surging like a swarm toward the gap he had opened—that is, the direction where Su Ya was.

Su Ya opened his mouth wide, his throat a little dry, his heart pounding like a rabbit's.

He immediately gave up the idea of calling for help for the golden-haired pretty boy, and without hesitation crouched down, covering his head.

And at this moment,

In the pit, catching a glimpse of the outside world, the blond pretty boy lying in the pit looked even worse.

"It's actually Hero Seleucus."

"Hero? What is that? A hero unit, like in Warcraft?"

Su Ya couldn't help but lift his head, a look of fear mixed with bewilderment, gazing at the blond pretty boy with a long sword stuck in his chest.

"Damn it! If, if it weren't for you."

"Cough cough cough—vomit! vomit!"

The blond-haired youth gritted his teeth, like a dying, furious lion, his bloodshot eyes glaring furiously at Su Ya, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

While listening to the increasingly close, dense footsteps and shouts of killing in the distance,

Su Ya's face collapsed into panic, and he couldn't help but spout nonsense:

"No, bro, dude, what's this expression? You're not trying to scam me, are you? Please snap out of it! Is now really the time for this?!"

"Those people obviously aren't here to drop us medkits, and what the hell is this place? Ahhhh, I'm begging you—do you have a magic conch? Can you blow it? Holy shit, if this keeps up I'll die with you!"

While spouting nonsense, and with his heartfelt prayers to gods and Buddhas going unanswered, his expression gradually collapsing, Su Ya lifted his head to look at the blond pretty boy before him.

He looked like he was about to die.

But Su Ya, unaware of the situation, could only rely on him.

So, Su Ya frantically tore a large piece of linen from his pants, attempting to apply whatever dubious hemostatic knowledge he had, to bandage the blond youth before him.

The blond youth looked at Su Ya's flustered state, his face full of concern, his brows involuntarily knitting, his expression somewhat twisted and strange, the hatred in his eyes undiminished yet now tinged with hesitation.

Just moments ago, the image of this nonsense-spouting guy sneaking up on him from behind with a blank expression was still vivid, but now he seemed to have reverted to the old playmate he trusted most.

"You"

The blond youth's complexion was complicated,

but in the next instant he couldn't hold back a muffled grunt, his two clear green eyeballs bulging outward violently!

"Ah, looks like I messed up!"

Su Ya's eyes widened instantly,

just as previously explained, Su Ya doesn't really know first aid for such heavy bleeding.

So,

he not only failed to pull out the sword and re-bandage, but in the process mistakenly bumped his elbow against the sword lodged in the blond youth's chest, causing the sharp knight's sword to sway violently!

Not knowing what he had cut,

at this moment,

a spray of blood jetted from the blond youth's chest like a fountain, hitting the height of Su Ya's chin.

Su Ya and the blond youth both froze.

And this behavior—first giving hope, then warmth, making one recall past happiness, then ruthlessly snuffing it out—caused the blond youth's complexion to suddenly shift.

No matter how much humiliation he endured, but even in death unwilling to surrender the crown of thorns placed upon his head, stubborn to the point of considering it shameful to let others share even a fraction of this heavy burden, the noble knight,

finally, at this moment, changed his mind.

He erupted violently, using an extremely terrifying, grotesquely distorted expression, twisting his head inch by inch to stare fixedly at Su Ya,

"Is that so?"

"I see, I see!"

"Then I—Arthur Pendragon—will grant you the surname Pendragon as you wish!"

His words no longer stammered, his throat no longer welled with blood, as if in this fleeting lucidity of his dying moments he finally recognized the absurd reality!

The blond youth, Arthur Pendragon, strongly lifted his hand that had fallen to the ground, extending it to Su Ya's nose tip, locking his furious, emerald-green eyes with Su Ya's, as if piercing through Su Ya's outward form to see the greedy soul within that made him nauseous!

"Give it over!"

"What, what?" Su Ya stared at him, utterly bewildered, then nervously shifted his buttocks backward,

"I, I don't have any money! I also tried hard to save you, but, bro, you saw—this is an unavoidable factor. I, I, I don't know what you want—"

Even though he had vaguely realized that the world he was in was completely different, that he seemed to have been swept up in some bizarre turn of events,

but under Arthur Pendragon's lion-like hatred glare, Su Ya, who had no idea what would happen next, trembled involuntarily from sheer instinct.

Arthur snarled angrily, rebuking:

"Since this is what you want, why bother pretending and insulting my knightly spirit!"

"Slap!"

The blond youth named Arthur Pendragon raised his hand, gripping Su Ya's right hand without allowing resistance, the force so great that Su Ya's whole body lurched forward, kneeling in a prone-like posture before Arthur, while the knight's sword piercing Arthur's chest pressed tightly against his cheek, its cold touch making his heart pound.

Ten fingers interlocked!

Next moment!

On Arthur's right arm, streaks emitting scarlet light appeared.

Then,

Following the clasped palms of their ten fingers, the scarlet markings quickly spread across Su Ya's body, flowing from fingers, palm, wrist, forearm, shoulder, heart, and entire body, as if constructing some peculiar path, finally looping back to return to the back of Su Ya's hand,

Gradually condensing into a scarlet dragon-shaped emblem!

Su Ya trembled, eyes wide open, watching this scene.

Like fate,

At the end of life, the beginning of rebirth,

Arthur Pendragon gave him a mocking, sneering smile,

He raised their joined hands, pointing to the rolling azure clouds in the sky, and shouted at Su Ya:

"You impostor!"

"I, Arthur Pendragon, son of Yuse Wang, future new king of Britannia, hereby curse you, curse you to succeed me and become the new king of this hopeless nation, this desperate world!"

"You will take my place, bearing the world's most vicious curse, tasting the world's most foul disgrace, and receiving the world's most humiliating death!"

"I will become an evil spirit, in hell, in the underworld, in the darkest corners of the world,

eternally,

eternally watching you!"

"Until——"

【You impostor, the day you mount the guillotine!】

Update time: 8 AM and 8 PM, two chapters a day.

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