3: The Devil's Face
'Flyod realises that he is cooked."
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Suhyeon clutched his head, nails digging into his scalp. His temples throbbed, sweat rolled down his jaw, and his eyes darted wildly like a man locked in his own cage.
Xavierre froze. His usual stoic glare flickered with unease. What the hell is this clown doing?
Suhyeon's lips trembled, voice shaking. "I… I'm Floyd Fontera from TGED-ALTERNATE… but… who the hell is he—I mean… now me?"
The words spilled out like vomit. Broken, incoherent, desperate. He wasn't talking to Xavierre—he was talking to himself.
His gaze fell on the tall knight. His face contorted, then dropped. He muttered, low and panicked, like a man possessed:
"Xavierre Ashran… The Dead Knight… one of the most feared names. But he wasn't the true villain. No—his master… his master was the real fucking monster…"
His chest rose and fell sharply. His mind raced.
And then it hit.
The realization cut through his brain like a blade.
"Dyolf Aretnof."
The name left his mouth in a dry whisper.
"The Chained Sickle… the Traitor of Humanity!"
Suhyeon froze. His throat locked. His eyes went wide, bloodshot. His stomach sank, bile climbing his throat.
"…Don't tell me."
His pupils quivered violently. His jaw slackened. "I AM—Dyolf Aretnof!?"
His entire body trembled. His lips twitched, words spilling unrestrained.
"No… no, no… fuck no… it can't be… that's not me, I—"
He stared at his hands as if they weren't his own. His breathing became ragged, almost wheezing. "I'm Floyd Fontera. I have to be Floyd Fontera. But I can't… I can't fathom this… no, no, no—"
Then.
Pop.
A soft tone echoed in his head.
A floating blue screen blinked alive in front of his eyes.
[SUHYEON KANG. YOU ARE FLOYD FONTERA. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT A MILLION FUCKING TIMES.]
The words burned into his skull.
Suhyeon's jaw dropped. His lips curled into an involuntary grin, twitching uncontrollably. His pupils dilated. His entire face warped into something grotesque—eyes stretched wide, teeth bared like a rabid animal. His skin gleamed with sweat.
To him, it was shock.
To Xavierre, it was something else entirely.
The knight's eyes narrowed. For a heartbeat, he saw Floyd's expression split open like a mask. His lips stretched too far. His tongue slid across them. His eyes were pits—dark, endless pits.
A shadow behind Floyd writhed unnaturally, hunched, like some hungry beast waiting to lunge.
"…What… the fuck…" Xavierre muttered under his breath. His hand clutched the shovel so tight his knuckles cracked. The air pressed down heavy on his chest. His gut screamed at him to get away.
The blue screen flickered again, letters burning into Suhyeon's brain.
[WHY ARE YOU MAKING THAT FACE? YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CLOWN. DID YOU THINK YOU'D BE HERE WITHOUT ME?]
Suhyeon's throat worked, dry. He croaked, "What…?"
The letters twisted, stretched unnaturally, glitching.
[LISTEN, DUMBASS. THIS IS THE FIRST AND LAST TIME I'LL SAY IT. SUHYEON KANG DIED. EARTH IS GONE. YOU ARE FLOYD FONTERA NOW. DEAL WITH IT.]
The words stabbed into him. His stomach churned. His body convulsed. He could barely breathe.
Xavierre, watching silently, took a step back. His instincts screamed at him. His skin prickled.
For the first time in years, The Dead Knight—who had cut down monsters, mercenaries, traitors without blinking—felt something slither down his spine.
Cold fear.
He didn't know what was happening in Floyd's head. He didn't see the blue screen. All he saw was a man who suddenly looked like a demon wearing a human's face.
Suhyeon—no, Floyd—gritted his teeth, chest heaving, mind spiraling. His sanity was peeling away layer by layer. He wanted to scream, to cry, to wake up and find it all a dream.
But the System's mocking words rang like a curse.
He was trapped.
Trapped in this world. Trapped in this body. Trapped in this role.
The System whispered once more, its text flickering in faint blue light.
[WELCOME TO YOUR FUCKING STORY, FLOYD.]
Suhyeon's lips twitched. His eyes twitched. A laugh threatened to break free from his throat.
And Xavierre's grip on the shovel tightened even more.
For the first time, he wasn't sure if Floyd Fontera was human anymore.
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