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

Azran knew that no one could escape death.


Whether it was sickness, wounds, accidents, murdered, or just due to old age. Humans would die in the end. Just like any other being alive, they would end up dead.


She thought she'd die from old age confident with her ability to protect herself. She wasn't weak, not ever. Even if she wasn't necessarily strong or up to par with one of the Whiterock Guards – she grimaced in bitterness – she wouldn't back out from anyone who dared to harm her.


The green-haired girl just didn't think that her death would come this fast. Not really unexpected, since she already knew that going against the Kingdom of Bahrain Pasai to rescue Heon – the clueless boy who was dragged in this world to fill in the Kingslayer's shoe – was not easy.


Claws Against Broadsword