Aliast

The lights inside the train flickered, and Heon was suddenly alone, saved from a dead body missing an arm and a mysterious cloaked man. 

He was trapped in the train running circle. A loop without a stop. 

The mysterious cloaked man proposed a deal. He would stop the train for Heon, but only after retrieving a missing key in the other realm. 

Accepting it, Heon woke up with a newly-attached black hand formerly belonged to the dead body on the train. He was teleported to a world of magic and sword. One where the most powerful king was murdered, and the blood-thirsty queen hunted for the assassin. 

Unfortunately, he found drawings of his face plastered all over the city. 
Wanted: 
Dead or Alive.
Heon Lightwalker - the Kingslayer.

At least, he got Sunny; an alleged murderer slash healer mage, and Azran; a bounty hunter who now stuck by his side due to unwanted association with him. Hopefully, they could survive the kingdom-wide manhunt.

But, how would he find the key to fulfill his deal, when the key was going to be used to release the Great End?

Was exchanging a key to his own real world equal to ending this parallel one?

Tales of the Kingslayer

A pair of round brown eyes suddenly opened. Mouth wide, he gasped for air. Dripping wet, he quickly wiped his face with his shirt sleeve. Heon glared at the perpetrator.


Sunny chuckled. "You look like a poor stray dog in the rain."


"I'll let you keep on dreaming, but the old geezer wants us to gather. Said we have to move fast or something."


Gritting his teeth, Heon tried to redeem his anger.


Aaric Langhorne's house was not huge, nor a spacious one, by design. However, he got enough decorations to compensate for the lack of space. Or, now that he thought about it, the house felt a little crowded due to the decorations hanging by the walls or standing in the corners.


The Reincarnator