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

"Aaaaargh!" Tommee thrust his long sword on the misshapen ground, right where Sayeth's body previously laid on. 


A question meant for the werewolf. Tommee's shredded face seemingly grew scarier. He truly looked as if he was ready to murder someone. Probably him, as he was in the vicinity and knew about what just happened.


The only guarantee that the Whiterock Guard would not attack him was that Tero knew where Heon was. 


Gathering all of his courage,  the werewolf lifted his hands in a placating manner. "I'll bring you to him, but we need to talk first before you go for his head."  


Tommee closed the distance with heavy steps. Long swords dragged behind him, creating a line which could end up across his chest. "I'll go for your furry head too, if you dare to cross me."


We've Talk, Now I'll Take the Kingslayer