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

Four pairs of wide eyes stared dumbfoundedly at him. Heon shuffled on his feet, suddenly feeling awkward under the scrutiny.


"Are you out of your mind?" Azran fired off right away. While Sunny once again became the producer of the most irritating background sound of a laugh in the universe.


"I just want to talk," Heon continued, "Explain what's really happening, clear some mistakes so that we don't have to be the kingdom's most wanted criminal and hide anymore."


"Yeah? Perhaps you're truly as dumb as this goddamn murderer is!"


"Hey! Mind who you're calling!" Even without pointing at him, Sunny knew who Azran meant. "Although, I completely agree with the dummy now."


It was Heon's turn to exclaim his protest, but he didn't. The blond would back him up in this.


Public Execution for Your Entertainment