Chapter 35 - Chapter 35

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Translator: 8uhl

Chapter: 35

Chapter Title: The Aftermath

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"I'm in a position where I have to confirm the situation and clean it up myself. So, cutting to the chase, I just have a few questions. The Slaughterer of the West."

The atmosphere shifted in an instant.

Viola pointed her sword at Seo-jun.

She knew the protagonist's identity too.

"Go ahead."

"Those called the rulers of this city. Were you the one who assassinated them?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yeah."

"...And it seems like there's been infighting in the assassins' guild. Do you know why?"

"The guy whose head you're stepping on right now, Arthur—he was in league with the rulers. He tried to kill me because I was a threat. So I took him down."

"The entire assassins' guild? All by yourself?"

"Yeah."

She cleared her throat unnecessarily, pretending to stay composed.

But her tension was obvious—the foot pinning Arthur down tensed up visibly.

Aaaagh!

Arthur screamed.

"Y-yeah. First off, thanks for taking out the rulers. You saved me some work."

"So?"

The protagonist's eyebrow arched up.

"Damn. The council ordered me to catch the remaining culprits behind this mess and the guy who offed the rulers."

Viola let out a wry chuckle.

"There's no way I could kill you when I couldn't even take down the assassins' guild. Sure, my subordinates are investigating the city, but even if they show up... I'd be dead before then, right?"

Viola's eyes darted around nervously.

Viola first smashed Arthur's head to knock him out, then shredded his clothes with her sword.

The antics began.

She stepped back from Seo-jun a bit and lay down on the ground.

Then she started rolling.

Roll roll.

Once she was covered in dust, she got up, brushed off her hands, cleared her throat.

Ahem.

When their eyes met, Viola grinned casually and said,

"So, just say I ran away. You'll... let me live, right?"

It was hard to imagine she'd been a pristine elite knight in uniform just moments ago.

"Ha..."

The protagonist pressed his temple, head aching.

Seo-jun thought even if he had control of the body, he'd have done the same.

"Just go."

The original protagonist would kill zealots on sight.

But this incident seemed to have stirred complex feelings.

Viola smiled as if she'd expected that, gazing at him.

"Thanks. And we'll change. The inside's cleaned up, and the right person's in charge now. Your power would be more effective under control... ahem."

She gauged his reaction again.

The protagonist glared.

"Got it. I get it. Just hope we don't meet as enemies next time."

Is that it?

"But can I take this guy?"

Nope.

"Hurry up and drag him out."

"Okay."

Grabbing Arthur by the ankle and dragging him, Viola walked away.

The protagonist looked at the city, unchanged from before.

Control of the body returned to Seo-jun.

Time had slipped from night into dawn.

Seo-jun entered the city, strolling the gray cobblestone roads, taking in the sights slowly.

"First things first, let's head to the tavern where Christina is."

The cityscape felt even more beautiful now that it was familiar.

The afterglow lingered.

Seo-jun stepped into the empty tavern.

But instead of Christina, some guy stood there.

It was one of the assassins Seo-jun had subdued.

"She's at the clock tower now. And sorry about that."

Seo-jun accepted the apology, left the tavern, and climbed the clock tower.

"Reminds me of the tutorial. Climbed it with a wire hook."

"Ah, I don't have a wire hook."

Seo-jun leaped upward, parkouring as he spoke.

Seo-jun reached the top and approached Christina.

The game's ending, unlocked after defeating all rulers, began.

"People don't even know the queen is dead. That's how tightly info's controlled. But the city will change from here. Thanks to you."

She said her piece alone, then jumped down.

"Huh. Back to the tavern?"

As Seo-jun puzzled over the progression, the screen faded, music played, and ending credits rolled.

Over a thousand developers.

While waiting, Seo-jun spotted Kim Yoon-chan and Eve Faymo in the list.

The ending was refreshingly straightforward, just as viewers said.

'Not bad.'

He hadn't min-maxed like others, but he'd enjoyed it fully, in his own way.

Viewers started celebrating Seo-jun in their own ways.

Donations poured in.

Seo-jun responded to each one, then closed the donation window briefly and spoke.

"Thanks for all the support, everyone. Now, let's wrap up the very last thing."

It was the affection quest with Christina.

The post-ending world hadn't changed much.

Seo-jun entered the tavern.

The quest auto-completed.

Rewards followed: various coins, assassins' guild badges, etc.

But if that was all for the affection reward, viewers wouldn't have been so invested.

"Thank you so much. You kept your promise. So... Unknown, wanna walk around the city with me?"

Christina said, cheeks flushed.

All he had to do was approach Christina and talk.

But Seo-jun pulled up the menu and moved his cursor to the quit button.

"And with that, Assassin's Dawn ends here."

Of course, hooks flew in.

But Seo-jun felt this was the perfect timing to end Assassin's Dawn and move on.

There were collectibles and achievements left, but not stream-worthy.

As for the affection quest reward...

This would rile up the viewers, right?

Streamers need that push-pull sometimes.

Yes!

"If you're that curious, clear the quest yourselves. Dating in front of everyone? Nah. So, Assassin's Dawn ends here."

Not an adult game, but skipping just in case for fan service regs.

Didn't know streaming censorship rules exactly.

"Besides, you all cheered for failure earlier."

Seo-jun hit quit and returned to the lobby.

Quickly changing the subject to douse the flames:

"Anyway, what was that hidden scenario about?"

He knew it teased the sequel.

But Movie Soft hadn't shared other details.

The president, Eve Faymo, had only said he'd learn naturally upon completion.

"Something's up?"

Teaser video, probably.

"Let's watch together, everyone."

Watching something else mid-stream might annoy some, but people love shared experiences.

Seo-jun found the fresh upload, under an hour old.

Title:

[World of Belief Teaser]

"Oh, let's check it."

The video started on a pitch-black screen.

Ding.

A clear bell-like chime shattered the silence, rippling out as subtitles appeared.

[Assassins]

Birdsong rang; the screen took a bird's-eye view soaring over the city.

The sharp avian eyes instantly caught the anomaly atop the tallest building.

A hooded assassin leaped off.

The view dove, switching sharply.

Splash!

A zealot peered from a cliff over the rippling sea below.

More assassins flashed by: in cathedrals, markets, secret rooms.

Darkness returned; subtitles.

[Zealots]

Nobles banqueted.

They were the world's rulers, the elite.

Streets held a parade.

Soldiers marched in perfect unison, exuding pressure.

Entering the central building, a treasurer tallied at his desk.

A knight at war's vanguard.

A mage inventing spells, beaming with joy.

They each played their cog-like roles; united, their society wielded true power.

The scene shifted; a medieval folk tune played.

[Belief]

An assassin sword pierced a stuffed noble's throat.

A guard captain dispatched street thugs disrupting peace.

[Where will you stand?]

Soldiers hunted assassins under knight command.

They charged with shouts.

[Chaos]

The city descended into turmoil.

Innocents died or wounded by assassins.

Streets wrecked, child crying.

[Cosmos]

People exploited under their control.

Nobles' bellies swelled, granaries filled.

Parades mere tools for easy rule.

Music cut.

Final shot: hooded assassin and knight glaring.

Thrilling teaser.

He casually dropped info.

"Whoa, sequel, right?"

Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game—MMORPG: RPGs where tons of players connect to the same server.

Viewers had forgotten the skip, fully immersed.

Already immersed fans appeared.

Classic internet slang broke immersion a bit.

"What faction you all picking when it drops?"

Seo-jun's question lit the fuse.

Seo-jun scanned the chat.

Opinion leaned assassins.

Made sense—they'd played from the assassins' side all along.

People prefer the familiar, especially if righteous.

Excitement for the new game showed too.

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