Chapter 361 (2/2)

It was a strong warning. The users who couldn’t log out knew that death here led to real death so the warning caused great fear. In an instant, human figures staggering back in the crowd could be seen. Zhen Sulong had no choice but to watch Park Muyeol below with gritted teeth. Mido and the others were also helpless.

“...Grandfather.” However, the one enduring it the most was Park Muyeol’s grandson, Park Seongchan.

Mido clenched her fists before touching the shaking hands of Park Seongchan. All she could do now was this.

[Kuhaha! I can see the end! I will cut off your head and hang it from my waist as loot!]

Park Muyeol frowned at the skulls hanging from Ashtar’s waist. It was clear that he meant he would hang Park Muyeol’s head from his waist like this.

“Groan.” However, Park Muyeol couldn’t refute the statement. Blood was gushing from his severed left arm. Fortunately, his right arm was still fine. He wouldn’t have a problem wielding his sword, but the bleeding was so severe he wouldn’t last long.

[The stick star, ‘Hercules,’ is asking if you’re okay.]

“Of course I’m not fine. What are you saying?”

Hercules’ messages that had been busily rising immediately fell quiet. Perhaps he was speechless.

[The stick star, ‘Hercules,’ says he will come if you wait for a bit.]

“What nonsense about waiting? Aren’t you fighting in the back right now? Don’t mind me and focus on your fight. Don’t get one arm cut off like me.”

There was a moment of silence before Hercules’ message appeared again.

[The stick star, ‘Hercules,’ is telling you to take care of yourself.]

Park Muyeol curled his mouth up slightly and smiled bitterly. He said this, but in fact, the situation wasn’t good. Hercules was in a fierce battle and created a huge storm. Those in the city were surrounded by demons and unable to go out. Moreover, those floating in the air were emitting particularly strong demonic energy. They seemed to be senior demons in the army. Every one of them had energy equivalent to the constellations so it was natural that Aries and the other constellations couldn’t move.

It was a dilemma.

‘...The situation is very bad.’

If this continued, then humans could only be their slaves. It was clear that most of the users who were at the risk of dying would succumb to them. It was an extremely common sense choice. No one would risk their lives to fight against the demons. This was a virtual reality game and they were all young people with a promising, bright future. At the very least, Park Muyeol wanted to save them.

“You said your name is Ashtar?”

[That’s right! My name is Ashtar and I’m known as the Fighting God. Do you know my greatness? Kuhahaha!]

”I have a request.”

[Request? What is your request?]

[I will listen for a moment.]

Just then, the silent second head of Ashtar started speaking. The second head seemed to have an unexpectedly reticent and prudent personality. It seemed Park Muyeol could communicate with him. Park Muyeol smiled and said, “I’m going to give you my head. In return, don’t touch them.”

[Hoh.]

[Hah?]

Ashtar’s two heads showed different reactions.

“No!”

A desperate cry was heard from behind. Park Muyeol seemed to know who was shouting even without turning his head. The identity of the voice was Park Seongchan.

“Grandfather, you can’t!”

At the same time, several others screamed to deter him. There was also Mido in it. However, Park Muyeol had already made up his mind. He slowly turned his head to stare at Park Seongchan struggling in the distance. Park Seongchan was being held by people on both sides and couldn’t come out.

“......”

His grandson, who resembled him, hadn’t grown up yet and was still young. Once he was a bit older, he would have an outstanding appearance that attracted quite a lot of women. Park Muyeol stared up at the sky, immersed in sentimentality. He really wanted to see his grandson become an adult, but it seemed that wasn’t possible. He felt sorry for his son and daughter-in-law who left first.

“......”

After closing his eyes for a moment and finishing his thoughts, Park Muyeol turned back to look at Ashtar. Ashtar had a hunch that Park Muyeol was preparing for death so he waited silently. Park Muyeol smiled bitterly at Ashtar.

“Go ahead.”

[...Okay. I will try to spare their lives.]

“That is sufficient.”

Ashtar’s second head firmly promised and Park Muyeol closed his eyes with a satisfied expression. There were still loud shouts from behind him. In Park Muyeol’s ears, only the voice of his grandson Park Seongchan was heard.

‘I’m sorry, Seongchan.’

Ashtar’s sword quickly passed over Park Muyeol’s neck and his body slowly fell forward to the ground. Something rolled sideways.