chapter 126 backline missing

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K Stands Alone – 50% Health Remaining

K stood in the middle of the battlefield, his body covered in cuts, burns, and bruises. His breath was heavy, and his daggers dripped with fresh blood. The metallic scent filled the air, mixing with the scent of scorched earth and burning corpses.

The ground was littered with the remains of Dark Solution members. 400 bodies, some dismembered, some still burning from spell attacks gone wrong. The battlefield was no longer a battlefield—it was a graveyard.

> K (smirking, wiping blood from his face): "Heh… still standing."

But barely.

His health bar was at 50%.

Pain throbbed through his body, but his adrenaline kept him standing.

He had taken too many hits.

Too many spells.

Too many blades.

But he had survived.

And he wasn't done yet.

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Sophie's Fury – The Reinforcements Arrive

From the top of a crumbling tower, Sophie looked down at the battlefield, her face twisting with rage.

Her hands shook with fury as she gripped the hilt of her sword.

> Sophie (clenching her teeth): "400 members… gone. Just like that."

This was a nightmare.

K was just one man.

One.

Yet he had slaughtered 400 Dark Solution players as if they were nothing.

> Sophie (furious, voice shaking): "We should have overwhelmed him!"

And yet—they hadn't.

She had underestimated him.

His fighting style was unpredictable.

His movements were chaotic.

He attacked like a monster that felt no fear, no hesitation.

> Sophie (gritting her teeth, furious): "That bastard doesn't even fight like a player… he fights like a demon."

Enough was enough.

She refused to lose any more members.

She took a deep breath, then raised her sword high.

> Sophie (shouting, voice like thunder): "ALL UNITS, MOVE IN! 1,000 PLAYERS—SURROUND HIM! KILL HIM NOW!"

A roar erupted from her army as 1,000 Dark Solution members charged.

The ground trembled as they rushed forward, weapons drawn, spells prepared.

Mages lifted their staffs, flames and lightning crackling.

Archers took their positions, arrows aimed.

Tanks raised their shields, ready to lock K down.

This time, he wouldn't escape.

This time, he would die.

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K's Reaction – A Twisted Smile

K watched the wave of players charging toward him.

1,000 players.

A literal army.

And they all wanted him dead.

A normal player would have panicked.

A normal player would have turned and run.

But K?

He just laughed.

Loudly.

Wildly.

Maniacally.

> K (grinning, stretching his arms): "Ohhh… this is beautiful."

His breath was uneven.

His heart pounded.

His entire body thrummed with excitement.

> K (whispering, voice shaking with joy): "An entire army… just for me?"

He gripped his daggers tighter.

His blood-soaked cloak fluttered as he crouched low, his body ready to move.

> K (licking his lips, grinning): "Come at me, then."

He had one goal.

To make this battlefield a living hell.

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The Attack Begins – Magic and Steel Collide

BOOM!

The first wave of fireballs and lightning bolts rained down.

Explosions tore through the battlefield.

The ground erupted in flames, sending smoke and debris flying into the air.

K dodged the first blast, rolling to the side as flames engulfed the spot where he stood.

But then—

Arrows rained down.

Hundreds of them.

> K (gritting his teeth): "Tch—persistent bastards!"

He spun, twisting his body mid-air, daggers slashing as he deflected a few incoming arrows.

But he wasn't fast enough to dodge them all.

> THWACK!

An arrow pierced his left shoulder.

His HP dropped further.

> K's HP: 50% → 45%

> K (hissing in pain, ripping the arrow out): "Hah… that's gonna leave a mark."

But there was no time to rest.

Tanks were closing in.

Their heavy armor clanked as they surrounded him, shields raised.

> Tank (grinning): "You're not slipping away this time, K!"

Mages behind them began casting spells, preparing to lock him down.

> Sophie (pointing her sword, commanding): "SURROUND HIM! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!"

K was outnumbered.

Outmatched.

And slowly, his health was dropping.

> K's HP: 45% → 40%

But he was still smiling.

Because he knew something Sophie didn't.

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Frost Eye – The Silent Butcher in the Shadows

While everyone focused on K…

No one noticed the silent nightmare lurking in the shadows.

Frost Eye.

He had been waiting.

Watching.

And now?

> Frost Eye (chuckling quietly): "Time to have some fun."

His daggers glinted as he stepped forward, moving like a ghost between the chaos.

His targets were clear.

The healers.

One by one.

> SLICE.

A healer collapsed, throat slit.

> System Notification:

You have slain [HealingGrace]. No one saw your attack.

> SLASH.

Another healer fell.

Then another.

And another.

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The Chaos Unfolds

Dark Solution thought they had the advantage.

They thought their 1,000 players would overwhelm K.

But the truth was—

They were already falling apart.

Because in the background, Frost Eye was ripping apart their support line.

And on the battlefield?

K was still standing.

Bleeding.

But smiling.

Because the real slaughter was just getting started.

K's Health Slowly Drains – But He Refuses to Fall

K's body was battered. Deep gashes bled freely, soaking his clothes in red. His arms ached from countless slashes, and a nasty burn ran down his left side where a fireball had barely missed him.

Yet, despite it all… he was still standing.

His breath came in ragged gasps. His vision blurred. But the insane grin never left his face.

> K (panting, voice hoarse): "Damn… this is fun… but I won't last much longer."

His health bar flickered dangerously.

> K's HP: 40% → 35% → 30% → 28%

He had taken too many hits.

A blast of ice froze his leg for a second before he kicked free.

A sword narrowly missed his side, carving a line across his ribs.

An arrow grazed his shoulder, adding to the collection of wounds.

He was breaking apart.

And yet, his bloodlust only grew stronger.

> K (smirking, licking the blood off his lips): "Heh… still not dead yet."

The weaker players in Dark Solution began hesitating.

Even at less than a third of his health, K was still cutting them down.

And worse… they had no healers left.

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Sophie's Horror – The Backline Was Erased

Sophie stood on a small hill overlooking the battlefield, her fingers digging into her crossed arms.

This should have been over.

They had 1,000 players.

K was alone.

So why the hell was he still moving?

Her eyes darted toward her backline, searching for her healers—only to find nothing.

A cold chill ran down her spine.

Bodies lay scattered like discarded trash. Not a single healer was left standing.

Then, her gaze locked onto a shadowy figure crouched among the corpses.

A lone player stood there, daggers dripping with her people's blood.

His hooded figure tilted his head, watching her like a cat that had just finished playing with a trapped mouse.

> Frost Eye (mockingly): "Oops. Looks like your little army forgot about me."

Sophie's blood boiled.

> Sophie (whispering, clenching her fists): "You… you bastard."

They had spent so much time focusing on K that they hadn't noticed the real danger.

Frost Eye had turned the tide of the battle without anyone realizing it.

And now?

Dark Solution was in deep trouble.

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K's Second Wind – The Thrill of Death

K laughed.

Loudly.

Maniacally.

A raw, spine-chilling laughter that echoed across the battlefield.

> K (grinning wildly): "Ohh… you idiots! You had ONE job!"

They had thrown everything at him, but they had let their backline collapse.

Now?

They were stuck.

Tired.

Wounded.

And K wasn't alone anymore.

> K (tilting his head, eyes flashing with excitement): "Tell me, Sophie… how long do you think your little army will last now?"

His daggers trembled in his grip.

His legs felt like lead.

But he didn't care.

As long as he was standing, he could still kill.

And now, with Dark Solution's healers gone…

> K (smirking): "I think I can last just a bit longer."

With a wild roar, he charged forward again.

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The Battlefield Turns into a Massacre

Dark Solution members felt the shift immediately.

K had been slowing down.

His movements had been sluggish.

They had thought they had him on the verge of death.

But now?

Now he was moving like a demon possessed.

His blades carved through flesh.

His body twisted and dodged with unnatural precision.

His eyes burned with unfiltered madness.

> K (grinning, dodging a sword swing, slamming his dagger into a player's throat): "DIE!"

> System Notification: You have slain [IronShield].

> K's HP: 30% → 28% → 25%

Yes, he was still getting hit.

Yes, his health was still dropping.

But it didn't matter.

Because Dark Solution had lost their biggest advantage.

They had no more healers.

No reinforcements.

And K was a monster who refused to die.

> Random Player (panicked, stumbling back): "H-he's not slowing down…!"

> Another Player (terrified): "We can't even heal! What do we do!?"

Sophie gritted her teeth.

This was spiraling out of control.

But she refused to let this turn into a complete disaster.

She still had numbers.

She still had power.

And she wasn't going to lose here.

> Sophie (yelling, voice sharp as steel): "ADAPT! ALL UNITS—CHANGE FORMATION!"

> Sophie (pointing at Frost Eye, voice filled with venom): "SPLIT UP! HALF OF YOU—KILL THAT SNAKE IN THE SHADOWS!"

> Sophie (pointing at K, eyes burning with rage): "THE REST—FINISH OFF THAT BASTARD ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

The battlefield erupted into pure chaos.

Half of Dark Solution rushed toward Frost Eye, blades drawn.

The other half charged at K, desperate to bring him down before he killed any more of them.

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Explosions – The Battlefield Burns

Suddenly, a massive explosion ripped through the battlefield.

BOOM!

Fire erupted from the ground, sending players flying.

Screams echoed as shockwaves tore through the formation.

Someone had rigged the battlefield with traps.

> Frost Eye (chuckling as he twirled a small explosive in his hand): "Whoops. Did I do that?"

The incoming 500 players hunting him suddenly froze.

Half of them were already dead from the explosion.

The survivors?

They weren't so sure they wanted to chase him anymore.

> Frost Eye (grinning, eyes glinting with mischief): "Well, come on then. I promise I won't bite… much."

Meanwhile, K was carving through enemies like a beast.

Despite his low health, his blade danced through the enemy ranks.

Bodies fell one after another.

> K (grinning, twirling his daggers): "Hehehe… you guys should've just stayed home."