Reincarnator’s Stream

King-hyuk.

After all, the winner is Lee Suhyuk.

Our Hyeok, bright Suhyuk, Great Suhyuk, King Suhyuk, etc…

Suhyuk had many embarrassing nicknames. And they were all names praising his brilliant achievements and prowess.

Earth, Murim, r*neterra, Elfrado, lucan…

People from countless worlds gathered at the tower. Among them, there was one exceptionally outstanding player from Earth, where players generally lagged behind in ability.

-Is Lee Suhyuk a god? He’s a god!

-Mom, I want to grow up to be Lee Suhyuk. Mom, I want to grow up to be Lee Suhyuk. Mom, I want to grow up to be…

-He tore apart this competition!

-ㄴㅇㄱ!!

-(Meme of someone screaming while taking off their pants)

-Earth class, acknowledged? ㅇㅇㅇㅈ

-Stop the nonsense. It’s just that Lee Suhyuk is awesome.

-Still, our hyung’s subordinates, the Blue Eyes kids, did well. Different class.

In the inter-world competitions where players from various worlds gathered, Lee Suhyuk had never lost the championship.

The strongest player.

The Blue-Eyed Hero who wrote the legend of invincibility.

But that legend, together with Blue Eyes, was now fading.

“It hurts…”

Inside a half-broken mask. Suhyuk muttered as he leaned against the wall. Just how many spears and swords were stuck in his body?

Having lost so much blood, his consciousness was beginning to blur.

‘You bastards…’

Surveying the surroundings, what he saw were bodies scattered on the ground. Mostly enemy corpses, but some were his comrades.

‘… I told you to run first. Why were you so stubborn?’

They were his comrades who climbed the tower with him and crossed the line of death. They were members of Blue Eyes guild, who could be called friends.

Suhyuk called their names silently.

‘Minjae…’

A body with a hole the size of a person’s head in its chest lay there, likely hit directly by a spell.

‘Suhoon…’

The name of the guy who had both arms severed, kneeling but glaring with fierce eyes even in death.

And then—

‘Jiyoung…’

—The one who blocked in front of Suhyuk, taking the flying sword meant for him. On the fallen body’s back, blood seeped out from the sword wound.

“Who told you to die like that, you fools.”

Three were dead, and four were barely clinging to life.

Two of them looked like they could die at any moment if they didn’t receive immediate treatment.

‘Can I save them…?’

Suhyuk wondered as he moved his gaze again. From within his mask, he glared with murderous intent at those who caused this disaster.

A large alliance of Murim players, the Murim League. It included renowned guilds like the Namgung family, the Sichuan Tang family, Wudang, and Mount Hua.

Additionally, there were numerous players with unknown affiliations or identities. But the one he hated the most among them was—

‘Blue Zone and Kim Ilsoo.’

Blue Zone guild.

They had been longtime allies with Blue Eyes and were supposed to join in the Hydra raid this time. But they didn’t help Suhyuk.

No, they not only refused to help but even ambushed the already poisoned and exhausted Suhyuk.

‘They planned it from the start. No one would suspect if they claimed it happened during the raid.’

Suhyuk glanced around. Suhyuk looked back at the wall he was leaning against. Hard and black scales.

The boss of the 8th floor dungeon, the Poison Dragon Hydra. Even now, it seemed amazing to him how they managed to break through it.

It was a creature everyone said was impossible to defeat. And most of the success in defeating it was thanks to Suhyuk and Blue Eyes’ efforts.

If he survives and returns, everyone will say:

As expected of Lee Suhyuk, the Lightning Lord.

But—

『‘Status Effect: Poisoned.’』

『Natural recovery is impossible.』

Surviving and returning seemed impossible.

『Fatigue: 95』

『Fatigue is excessively high.』

High fatigue caused various problems.

One of them was a reduced resistance to poison. Unfortunately, what Suhyuk needed now was treatment, not rest. The problem was that in the current situation, he couldn’t get treatment, let alone rest.

Clank.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. More than half of it had melted away due to the poison. The remaining half was tattered and jagged like a worn-out saw.

He sighed once, glaring with glittering eyes at those surrounding him.

A mix of shock, surprise, and relief…

“Why…”

Suhyuk asked, his voice strangled with anger, while glaring at a man amidst the enemies.

“Why did you do it, you bastard.”

His voice was filled with venom.

“Answer me, you fucker!”

Regardless of exhaustion and injuries, a lion is still a lion. His roar made the players surrounding him flinch.

Step.

Finally, a man stepped forward from among them and responded to Suhyuk’s question.

“We prepared a lot too.”

A man with a kind demeanor, he was Kim Ilsoo, the guild master of Blue Zone and an old comrade from Blue Eyes.

“We thought this was the only way to capture you. But the others weren’t easy either. It was tougher than we thought.”

He said this with a sly smile. And Suhyuk couldn’t bear Kim Ilsoo’s expression.

“Why, I asked…”

His anger was overwhelming. Was it because the blood of his fallen comrades drenched the ground beneath him?

Or was it the groans of his comrades who were still alive?

Any reason was good enough. But Kim Ilsoo didn’t answer Suhyuk’s question.

“Ten years, Suhyuk.”

As if he had been waiting for this moment, Kim Ilsoo finally started saying what he had wanted to say.

“I’ve prepared for this day for ten years. So you must understand.”

“Kim Ilsoo.”

“I’m sorry. But don’t be too regretful. Even in death, you’ll be remembered as a hero.”

“Hah…”

Suhyuk exhaled a long-suppressed breath. There was no longer a reason to hold back.

‘So, he’s not going to tell me the reason until the end.’

No matter how much he thought about it, it was strange. Blue Eyes and Blue Zone had been in a long-standing alliance.

Not only that, but Blue Zone was established by Kim Ilsoo, who was once a member of the same guild. That’s why their names were similar.

Thus, they trusted him.

But breaking the alliance?

What benefit could they possibly gain from betraying Blue Eyes in this manner?

There were only two things that were certain right now.

『‘Status Effect: Poisoned’ has increased to level 2.』

The first was that he was poisoned. The second was that survival was unlikely in this state.

‘…I can’t hold out much longer anyway.’

Despite the grim thoughts, Suhyuk didn’t let it show outwardly. After all, they didn’t know how high his fatigue level was. They were probably just assuming he was critically injured.

Though poisoned by Hydra’s venom and perforated with dozens of holes in his body, he couldn’t afford to lose in terms of spirit.

Even if survival was out of the question.

“You know it too, right?”

-But that doesn’t mean I’ll die quietly.

“I’ve never said this myself, but there’s a saying.”

As he spoke, Suhyuk glared at Kim Ilsoo.

“They say… King-hyuk.”

-After all, the winner is Lee Suhyuk.

For a very brief moment, Kim Ilsoo’s eyes trembled, and his steps faltered. That was enough. Taking advantage of the fleeting moment, Suhyuk quickly opened his inventory and pulled out an item.

A brightly colored, large fan-shaped item.

“That’s—”

Recognizing the fan, Kim Ilsoo’s eyes widened.

But it was too late.

【Pacho Fan (Pacho-seon)】

Grade: Legendary

Use Limit: Level 80

An item imbued with the powerful wind capable of blowing specified targets up to a radius of 10km away.

Remaining Uses…

“There’s no way it has any uses left.”

“It does, you bastard!”

Gripping the Pacho Fan tightly with one hand, Suhyuk gritted his teeth and shouted.

‘I wanted to save everyone if possible…’

Remaining Uses: 4

The number of living guild members, excluding himself, was also precisely 4!

“Blow them away, Pacho Fan!”

As Suhyuk’s shout rang out, a storm surged from all directions, hurling the four guild members in different directions.

This was a gamble for Suhyuk.

There was no guarantee that his gravely injured comrades would survive, but this was his only option.

“Ch-chase them!”

A man, the head of the Namgung family, shouted in surprise. Players of the Murim League began to run towards where the wind carried the guild members.

But before they could—

“You have to play with me.”

A voice caught their feet.

“You all know, don’t you? Who’s going to win anyway.”

It was a ridiculous statement. Just looking at his condition—his body pierced with dozens of spears and swords, and Hydra’s poison slowly devouring him.

Moreover, the opponents included Kim Ilsoo and the top-level players from Blue Zone. No matter how strong Lee Suhyuk was, there was no way he could survive.

But why?

The fierce shout didn’t feel like mere bluffing.

Crackle-!

『The ‘Lightning Lord’ manifests.』

『Fatigue is high.』

『The duration of the ‘Lightning Lord’ is limited.』

『Fatigue rises to 96.』

As if it didn’t matter, Suhyuk burned his remaining strength to the last.

Flash!

A streak of black lightning descended from the sky, striking over Suhyuk’s head.

The lightning was pitifully small. When Suhyuk normally used this skill, the entire visible area would be covered in electric bolts.

But the size didn’t change the essence of the skill.

“The Lightning Lord!?”

“He still has enough energy to do that?”

“Crazy bastard…”

As the enemies hesitated and retreated, Suhyuk stepped forward.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Suhyuk, now back in battle stance, gripped a spear embedded in his abdomen.

Shuk-

The spear, which had pierced through muscles and torn organs, was pulled out.

A moment of excruciating pain and blood loss. A message popped up, indicating his fatigue had risen to 97.

But—

“This weapon is good enough.”

Clack-

Drop-

Suhyuk threw off the mask that had covered his face, revealing eyes burning with determination.

“Let’s see this through to the end.”

With the spear once embedded in his body now as his weapon, Suhyuk started the final battle.

Boom-!

***

Suhyuk’s consciousness, submerged in sleep, slowly floated upwards. It felt like his soul was drifting. Suhyuk recalled his final battle before dying.

‘… About halfway, huh.’

He never thought he would survive anyway. Suhyuk burned his remaining magic power and stamina in his last stand. He managed to take down about half of them.

In other words, about half died by Suhyuk’s hands. Kim Ilsoo’s face had melted halfway. Even if he didn’t die, he would surely carry that scar.

‘Should I be happy?’

In some ways, he thought he did well despite his condition, but it also felt regrettable.

At least Kim Ilsoo. He had hoped to take that bastard with him.

In the final moment, just before his fatigue reached 100 and he lost consciousness, it would have happened.

‘It’s strange. Even though I’m dead, I’m still thinking.’

Of course, having never experienced death before, this feeling was unfamiliar. His sight was completely black. It was a darkness he had never experienced since becoming a player with enhanced vision.

Other senses were similar. No sound, no sense of touch. The heightened senses he always had were all gone. Except for one thing.

Only Suhyuk’s thoughts floated somewhere.

‘Am I going to be here forever? This is torture…’

Suhyuk grimaced. There was a strange foul smell. Like sticking his nose into an old garbage can.

“Feels like I’m going to… huh?”

Words unconsciously escaped his mouth. And with that, Suhyuk realized he was grimacing.

He had a body.

But why the hell couldn’t he see anything?

As senses began to return to his hands and feet, Suhyuk hurriedly stood up. And at that moment.

Clang—.

Bang—.

The lid covering his head fell to the ground, revealing the place Suhyuk was in. A trash can. Suhyuk, emerging from it, muttered to himself.

“… Is this hell?”