The sky was dark and silent.
In the ruins of the temple, Reed stood over Seric's body.
Around him, the goblins looked on in awe and fear. They knew what had just happened.
They had not just killed a mortal.
They had killed a legend.
And the world would respond.
The system had never experienced this before.
A Rank A Hero—dead.
Without warning, the system's cold voice echoed in Reed's head.
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[Warning! You Have Killed a Hero of the Kingdom!]
[Consequence Active: Emergency Class Established!]
[Your Current Status: Enemy of the Kingdom]
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Velka, standing nearby, read the same message.
She swallowed. "The Kingdom will not allow this."
Reed smiled, fearlessly.
"Of course not."
Shia chuckled, wiping the blood off her knife. "So, what do we plan to do now?"
Reed stopped in his tracks.
He could run. Hide. Avoid the coming war.
But that wasn't what he wanted.
He had already begun to change the world.
Now, he just needed to destroy it completely.
Reed looked at his troops.
"They will come," he said, his voice calm but cold.
"They will bring a larger force. New heroes. They will try to retaliate."
He lifted his chin, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.
"Let them come."
Far away in the capital, in the King's golden palace, the warning bells rang for the first time in a hundred years.
The nobles whispered in fear.
The best soldiers were gathered.
And on the throne, the King himself stood.
His gaze was cold. His face was emotionless.
"Kill him."
Inside his castle built on the ruins of a nobleman, Reed smiled.
The war finally came to him.
And he will ensure the last kingdom standing...
is his.